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Pick of the litter	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Gackt Views: 5250 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Pick of the litter
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine?
- 10-ten
- 11-author's note
- 12-eleven
- 13-tweleve
- 14-thirteen
- 15-fourteen
- 16-fifteen
- 17-sixteen
- 18-seventeen
- 19-eighteen
- 20-ninteen
- 21-twenty
- 22-twenty-one
- 23-chapter 23
- 24-24
- 25-chapter 25
- 26-chapter 26
- 27-chapter 27
- 28-chapter 28
- 29-Chapter 29
- 30-chapter
- 31-Thirty-one
- 32-32
- 33-chapter 33
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Gackt moved in front of Hyde to assist with the removal of the gown. Hyde could’ve easily removed his own gown but the thought of both Masa and Hyde undressing in the small room in front of him was something that wasn’t likely to happen again so he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity.

Hyde raised his arms above his head as Gackt pulled the thin pale blue hospital gown over it. Once the gown was off Gackt turned his head Masa’s way to find that he had removed his jacket and shirt.

“Masa should’ve taken off his pants first so that I could’ve slipped them on under the gown.” Hyde pointed out as he wrapped his scratchy blanket over his frail looking body.

Gackt could hardly contain his erection any longer. He just hoped that they didn’t notice.

“He’s got a point.” Masa said with a sigh as he pulled the gown over his own head. He then began to wiggle out of his jeans careful of his ankle. I wonder why he isn’t helping me? Masa thought slightly jealous at the attention that Hyde was receiving.

Gackt was trying to help Hyde put on the glamour shirt.

“I’m not a invalid.” Hyde hissed between his teeth but didn’t further protest Gackt’s assistance. Hyde couldn’t help but laugh to himself. He had never seen Gackt to so eager to put clothes on him! It was almost unreal.

Masa stood a little bit away from the pair. Watching. Gackt had snatched the jeans from off the bed at Hyde’s side and started positioning the holes at each leg. He looked up at Hyde expectantly. “Slide down into the pants and stand up.” Gackt orders.

Hyde did as he was told, the rough fabric of the jeans scratching at his skin felt worst then the feel of the blanket he had wrapped himself in earlier. His legs wobbled, his knees buckled forcing him back down to the bed. Gackt and Masa exchanged concerned looks.

“Maybe we should forget the whole thing.” Masa suggested. “I mean you can hardly dress yourself let alone stand.”

Hyde shakes his head, a wave of dizziness washes over him but he manages to look ok. “No,” he begins firmly. “We have- I have to do this tonight.” Before Gackt or Masa could open their mouths Hyde added, “No questions asked will be answered so you can either help me or leave me to do this myself.”

“We could blow the whistle on you.” Gackt pointed out reminding Hyde that annoying snitch in elementary school.

They all knew that Gackt’s threat was an idle one. Curiosity had made Gackt help Hyde in the first place, that and the need to be needed by the other man. He liked that Hyde was helpless.

“You owe me.” Hyde rasped darkly, finding strength the petite vocalist got to his feet, using the rail on his hospital bed Hyde started towards the wheelchair.

Masa pushed the chair closer to the musician. As much as he despised the other man he couldn’t help but feel a little pity as well as admiration for Hyde at that moment.

Hyde’s body sagged against the vinyl backing once he reached the chair, the raise and fall of his chest looked almost painful as he sat there catching his breath.

Masa climbed into the hospital bed, gingerly placed the soft cups that were attached Hyde’s heart monitor in the right places. It was a wonder that a nurse hadn’t run to check on the artist.

All eyes were on Gackt now.

“I can’t drive a car in this condition.” Hyde states, his brown eyes boring hard into Gackt’s store brought blues.
‘’’’

Why am I doing this to myself? As much as Megumi hated to admit it she liked the sight of her husband dominating another man. She had been watching the home made porn once a week since it came into her possession. She had been surprised to learn that the two switched places at least twice during their tryst.

“I guess Hideto had to feel like he had control over something.” Megumi muttered under her breath watching in sick fascination as her husband pounded his lover hard into the thick mattress of their hotel room. Seeing Gackt’s face twisted up in a beautiful combination of loving agony made her click the offending material away.

“I always knew that you liked to watch.” Hyde’s raspy voice carried over from his place against Gackt’s shoulder in the doorway to his wife’s ear.

Caught Megumi’s face flushed pink but she had lost her composer instead she squared her back against the plush comfort of the couch fixing her eyes on his broken form.

“Get me to the couch.” Hyde ordered of Gackt who wordlessly aided him in his demand.

“You’d do anything to stay by him wouldn’t you?” She all but sneered as Gackt drew closer with Hyde resting heavily against his frame for support.

Gackt’s cobalt blues locked onto her brown ones, the intensity of his stare causing her to feel silent because she already knew the answer.

The pair had managed get by the nurses who Gackt believed knew the situation but cared not to meddle. They just probably thought that the pair wanted to get one good fuck in now that Hyde was awake. Not Gackt hadn’t bestowed a kiss or two on Hyde’s unresponsive body while he slumbered.

Carefully Gackt sat Hyde into the chair catty corner to the couch Megumi is occupying. Hyde’s frail body seemed to be swallowed up by the pillowy softness of the chair’s cushions.

“You can go now.” He directed at Gackt, his voice flat yet it carried a degree of coldness Megumi had never witnessed from her spouse before.

Gackt’s eyes fell on Megumi as he lingered there as if his feet had become part of the floor. Why he was looking to her to ask him stay he didn’t even know.

“Are you deaf?” Megumi spat venomously. “Leave us!”

A smirk decorated his lips as he moved from Hyde heading back through the archway that led from the living area into the small foyer.

“Call me when you’re ready.” He calls over his shoulder. Even tho he was sure that the nurses had turned an blind eye how long they would continue to do so had yet to be determined.

Cigarette smoke waft under Megumi’s nose to flirt with her senses; while she and Gackt exchanged words Hyde had discovered his stash he had hidden in the chair the last time he was home, that felt like an life time ago now.

In three hard long drags or less Hyde had reduced the cigarette to butt which he flicked between his middle finger and thumb in the direction of Megumi had made no effort to avoid getting hit. The cool stench of menthol lingered in the air between them as the seconds slowly ticked by into minutes.

Nervous, Megumi’s finger tips tapped gently against her bare thigh in agitation. Never had Hyde hold so much over her. She didn’t know what to expect from him. He had broken out of the hospital at the risk of his own health to be sitting before her calm as he pleased.

“For how long?” Hyde’s voice sounded stronger then he looked.

Megumi swallowed not really sure how to answer it.

“I could ask the same of you.” She replies calmly matching his demeanor.

“In between dating girls. It gets lonely on tour. Having a available bedmate is more convenient then going out and looking for pussy. Or ass.” He amended. “Now, how long were you fucking my former lover behind my back?” His voice had gotten tight yet it never lost it’s cool.

“When you left for Taiwan.”

"I haven't been sleeping with Haido that long." Gackt admitted. "We didn't make love in Taiwan-"

"We didn't make love until the MoonChild premiere party."

The words floated through Megumi’s mind like a fog. She had started the chain of infidelity. Her hand few over her mouth as she took in this piece of information. She had always suspected that they had began their tryst there to soothe her own guilt about what she had done.

“Hideto,” She licks her lips slowly. “You seemed so distant when you were there. WE argued so much over the phone I had thought-”

“You never trusted me did you?” Hyde cuts her off, his voice as soft as rain drops on a straw roof.

“I had my doubts because of the rumors and then when you introduced Tetsu into our bed my fears were confirmed.” Megumi pointed out.

“Why do you think I set him away?” Hyde snapped. “Huh? I wanted you. Only you. I wanted to make it work between us.”

“How about now?” Her voice was hoarse, strangled, on the verge of tears due to his confession. Her own doubts had brought them here. Hyde was no saint either but at least now they had it out there. All their harbored resentment and then some was now on out in the open.

“I don’t know. It depends.” Hyde’s eyes are trained to Megumi’s frame. “Am I Hijori’s father?”

A sob escapes her painted lips, her body starts to shake violent as she were struck with bitter cold. She quickly wraps her arms about herself as if she was trying to keep warm. “I don’t know. I never wanted to know.” She admitted.

Hyde bows his head. That’s all he wanted. To know if his son was his son. The one hold she had over him that would make him stay and she didn’t know the answer to the burning question.

On shaky legs using the support of the chair’s arm rest Hyde rose. He looked don’t upon his wide the way she had looked upon him when he had been lying on the floor.

He never seen her look so… destroyed.

With tentative fingers he reached out brushing the strands of her hair.

“I know this weights heavily on you more so then me but I assure this: Hijori is mine. I’ve raised him. Loved him. Resentment and doubt may follow later but it will be directed towards you never the child. He is innocent of your sins and mine.”

Her head picked up to stare at this man she had known but didn’t know all this time. Her eyes shinny with tears stared at him as if for the very first time.

She wanted to touch him. Have him. Beg him to be forgiven

The way he looked down at her told her that she would never have it.

She moved over as she watched Hyde ease down beside her. Standing had made him tired. She suspected that the whole ordeal had made him tired.

“Call Gacchan for me.” Hyde asks as he closes his eyes. If he had died in that moment it would have been perfect. He had made his peace with his wife and their sins.

~~~end

A/N

Naturally this isn't the end. All my stories link up and I have to finish writing my other projects before they make sense. My upcoming SKIN project oooh right? Changes the way that I originally wrote my Gakueeve paring. You'll understand better when you reach that point in the story. I have added the usual twists and what not to the pairings. I hope you enjoy my upcomings works this has been fun thank you all for reading and reviewing!!! ^_^ prettydevilangellover. (this was my story before I stopped using my brother's pen name)
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