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Masa's Story	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > GacktJOB Views: 2401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I finally got my turn with Gackt. He was still pale,
his hair is plastered about his forehead and despite wearing that paper gown he still looked hot as hell.
“Gaku-chan?” I called out softly, I wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not.
I soon got my answer as I approached the side of his bed, making for the seat that had been You’s just a while ago. Something clammy encircled around my wrist just before I could sit down.
He probably thinks I’m You-kun.
I thought bitterly, surprised at myself for feeling well…jealous.
“Masa-kun, “Gackt called out to me softly in a voice that I could barely hear. “Lay with me.” He requested of me.
“Lay with you?” I repeated not sure that I had heard right.
“…. hai…” Was his faint reply.
I watched as he shifted in the small bed to make room for my slight form. I silently obeyed his will, my head resting awkwardly in the crook of his warm neck.
“Masa, “He called to me again. His voice cracking as if he was about to start crying again.
Despite all that he was going through, he looked truly beautiful to me at that moment.
“He had been so dear to me. My only real friend… I loved him well. Really I did.” Gackt’s voice caught again but he refused to be denied this chance to tell someone about it. Why he chose me, I didn’t know but I felt humbled that he had. “I just only wished that I hadn’t…” He was crying again. Waves of emotion washed over his face as he began to drown in his sorrows. He stared down at me. His brown eyes were swollen and had an almost owlish quality to them. It was the first time that I had seen them. Gackt’s actual eyes I mean.
I placed my arm around him as best as I could; he allowed this as he continued to weep. There are no sounds but I soon felt the wetness of his tears on my own skin. I brought my mouth closer to that place where the neck and shoulder meet; it was there that I placed my kiss.
“Arigato.” Gackt croaked, his throat is raw from all the crying.
“They’re pretty.” I remarked, in reference to his eyes.
He smiled. A sad, sweet sort of smile.
“Funny,” –bringing my hand under his chin- “I find you more so attractive when you’re wrecked in misery.” I told him before brushing my lips over his eyelids tasting the salt of his tears.
I wanted him to feel better. I wanted him to be the Gackt that I had learned to love in my own way.
I placed myself gingerly on top of the broken vocalist touching his lips lightly with my fingertips.
“Tell me where it hurts.” I whispered, trailing my left hand down to his throat, gently stroking the lump of skin that is his Adam’s apple.
He took hold of my hand placing them against his chest. “Here.”
I leaned down, moving our hands in the process to kiss that place. I brought my head back up meeting his stare.
“Inside.” Gackt breathed to my confusion.
“I don’t understand you.” I sighed leaning down to capture those lips with my own.
He parted his lips to allow me ‘inside’ to where it hurt. His hands are now on either side of my hips, as his moved beneath me. I could feel his sex pushing against me through the thin fabric of his gown. I wanted it. But this wasn’t the time or place for such things.
Sensing my hesitation, “Please…” Gackt moaned, taking hold of my hand guiding me to his need.
I had hold as best as I could; watching in sick fascination as his face blossomed and bloomed under my administrating hand. Twenty minutes later I departed with the stickiness of his essence soiling my hand as I went. I was too dazed by what had just taken place.
Why had I allowed myself to-
In my self-loathing I had just crashed into a mound flesh that belonged to the last person I wanted to see at the moment.
“Gomen, Masa-chan.”
I looked up into the face of You. His expression was apologetic but his eyes are distance with ‘that’ person in mind.
I blushed sheepishly under that stare. Remembering my hand, I quickly wiped it off on the leg of my jeans. “I’m sorry too, You-kun. I wasn’t paying attention either.”
You sighed, his shoulders sagging heavily as he did. He seemed older to me at that moment.
“What…” I shut my mouth. I knew what the problem. Using my clean hand, I took hold of his arm saying as I dragged him forward, “Drinks on me.”
You silently relented.
“You planned to camp out there didn’t you, You-kun?” I asked teasingly once we had reached an after hours bar. The air was thick with smoke and there was some half-decent jazz playing in the background. Gackt would like this place.
“Hai.” You admitted with a bow of his fair head, blushing at my mock accusation. I poured myself another drink. You just fiddled with the strap of his backpack, a glazed over look in his usually warm brown eyes.
“You’re with him, aren’t you?” I asked softly feeling only mildly insulted.
After all I had betrayed him by being with his ex only a moment ago but at the same time for some odd reason I couldn’t help but feel jealous that he thought of Gackt while with me.
“Forgive me, Masa-chan.” His voice is once again apologetic, he lets go of his strap as he continued on saying, “I just feel so…” His voice trailed off.
I raising my glass to my lips, “I understand.” I said empathetically.
You shook his little blonde head. “Iie. You couldn’t possibly understand.” He sighed again, his shoulders dropping once again.
“I hated him.” You spat with such malice I hadn’t heard from him before.
My eyes widen and I neared choked on my drink.
Seeing my expression, You continued on saying almost too loudly, “Don’t look at me like that!”
I looked away from him.
“Masa,” You whimpered, tugging on the sleeve of my jacket. “You don’t understand. He was taking him from me. Replacing me.”
He, Kami. Him being Gackt.
I turned to face him, prompting myself up on my chin and waited.
“I know I must sound like some crazed ex-boyfriend but I really felt some serious distance from Gaku when Kami was around. At I had thought that it was Mana since he seems more Gaku’s type but it wasn’t.” You explained. He then added, “Gaku assured me that they were just friends but I could tell that he was taken with him.”
“Excuse me, You-kun,” I was lost here. “I don’t mean to be rude but what the fuck are you going on about?” I inquired sweetly.
You downed the rest of his drink. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand he then said, “I had hoped to make peace with Kami but he’s dead now. Unfortunately I still don’t like him much.” Getting to his feet, “Gackt’s emotional break down is part of it.” You stared at me thoughtfully before raising his hand and brushing his knuckles against the corner of my mouth. Before I could stop myself, my tongue had darted out, flicking playfully over his skin.
We exchanged stares. No apologies were made.
“Are you ready to go?” He asked me quietly, his cheeks flushed a bit.
I nodded. I paid the drinks.
I shouldn’t have done it. He’s upset right now and you just have been with Gackt. It’s not right. I told myself all through the ride even when I had my tongue down his throat.
I hadn’t meant for it to happen. It just happened.
My hands shook unsteadily as I tried to force the key in the lock to let myself into my apartment. I felt the heat radiating off of You’s body as he pressed against me. His hand was on mine helping to guide me to guide just as Gackt had done in the hospital. My heart had never sounded so loud in my ears.
You eased off me as we entered. I never really planned for him to come in but he seemed to take it as a given. He closed the door behind him, following me into the hall and then into the living room. I removed my jacket, dropping it onto the floor. I smiled nervously as I turned to meet him saying as I did, “Thanks for driving me ho…” I fell short. He was leaning towards me. His hands taking hold of the sides of my shirt pulling me into his arms. His mouth then pressed down on mine. I opened my mouth to him. He tasted of the recent booze and stale smoke. You’s arms soon flew around my waist lifting me. Instinctively I wrapped my legs about his middle and my arms around his neck allowing him to carry me. I broke the kiss long enough to give him directions to my bedroom. I moved my head out of the way so that he could, bring my mouth close to his ear. He moaned softly as I nibbled on his earlobe.
You carefully unloaded me onto my bed. He then dropped to his knees in front of me saying simply, “Are you sure you want this?”
Was I sure? I’ve dreamed about for weeks now.
I kissed those lips giving him my answer.
I watched as he undressed, my pants growing tight with anticipation as he undid each button on his shirt. I swear he was moving slow just to tease me. I had already seen part of You naked when we did our blue book for the Miserable fanbook but this was different. I watched as he stepped out of his pants. His skin shone in the light of the moon from my open curtains. He watched me watching him and then with tentative fingers he brushes the tips of them over my kiss-swollen lips.
“We don’t have to. We could just sleep together like this tonight instead.”
I searched his voice for disappointment, finding none I removed my sweater. He help or rush me in the removal of my clothes, he was very patient with me.
You was a very different person in bed. On stage he was shy. Here, in this room he moved with such experience and grace I wasn’t sure that I was looking at the same person. I watched amazed as You crawled on top of my bed until he was right on me. He then took placed his hands on either side of my thighs as he parted me. He leaned forward pushing me down against the blankets saying as he did, “Don’t be afraid. It’ll hurt less if you aren’t so tensed.” He kissed my forehead before saying, “I won’t hurt you, Masa-chan.” He then slipped his hand into mine. I gave it a small squeeze gasping as he entered me. He had used my own semen as a lubricate.
The earth seemed to revolve around that room and us at that moment. I couldn’t hear, see, or feel anything but You and his light touches, gentle caresses as well as his soft moans. It was hard to tell his cries from my own. You cradled me against his chest protectively when it was over. I felt sated. I feel so…so…so used! I thought when dawn had arrived and I had discovered an empty bed.
I tried to sit up only to find that it was difficult. I rolled onto my side wincing a bit as I did. Between my legs were sticky and there was a sour taste in my mouth from the booze. He used me. That sneaky son of a bitch used me. He knew I would sleep with him, He knew that I would-
The sound of the phone broke through my thoughts. I snatched it up. It better be You’s ass.
“Nani?” I barked into the phone.
“Not a morning person, huh?”
It was Ren. Cheerful perverted Ren.
Fuck it. All of Job was a bunch of horny perverts.
“Gomen, Ren.” I said softly as I carefully stepped down off the bed. “I thought it was You-kun.”
“Why?”
I had an itch to tell him none of his goddamned business but instead I said, “He called me earlier ranting about something.” I lied quickly.
“Good.” Ren said before adding, “Chacha and Toshi are on their way to get you.”
“What for?” I asked meekly.
Did they know?
“You said you spoke with You-kun, right?” Ren reminded me.
“Oh, right that thing…” My voice trailed off. Rather or not Ren still believed me, I didn’t know.
“See you at the hospital then.” Ren said before hanging up.
I washed quickly but thoroughly before throwing on a pair of loose fitting jeans over a new pair of briefs. I searched my closet for a shirt that wouldn’t require a jacket. I picked one up from the floor. It was too narrow for me and could only be You’s. Damn.
After dressing I headed outside to wait for Toshi. I didn’t have to wait long they were already here.
“Oi, Masa-kun.” The bleach blonde greeted from the passenger side seat. Chacha had his hair pulled back out of his angular face; there was a smile on his lips. Toshi just sat there behind the steering wheel, drumming his fingers against it, glaring at me. I ran down stairs, making for the backseat, “What’s this about?” I asked, pulling the door open.
“Gaku called a meeting.” Chachamura replied off-handedly.
“He called it a ‘family’ emergency.” Toshi air quoted the word ‘family’ the review before pulling off.
I leaned back against my seat.
“Well Job is his family.” I countered not really sure what Toshi’s problem was.
Toshi’s laugh was dry harsh mirthless cackle of a laugh.
“More like his personal dating grounds.” He snorted.
Chacha giggled a bit at the comment.
“Not really.’’ I replied dryly. I was starting to become annoyed.
“You would defend it.” Toshi retorted with malice.
“Dude, you like me or some shit?” I snapped.
“Fuck no!”
“Then why are you all on my dick like that?”
“Cos he’s jealous.” Chacha offered.
Jealous? Of what?
“Of?” I waited.
“Gaku and you.”
Me and Gackt or You-kun and Gackt?
“You-kun and Gaku-chan are just friends.” I replied keeping it casual.
“Not You-kun, “Chachamura corrected, his voice held a sort of dreaminess to it. “You and Gaku.”
“Me?” I squeaked. “I never…we never…”
Great. My lie came back to bite me in the ass.
“Cut the shit.” Toshi barked. “Chacha said and you told him other wise. Plus I saw you with him in the hospital.”
I felt all the blood drain from my face. Toshi saw us. If he saw us then whom else did?
Chacha peaks his head around his seat to see me.
“Masa-kun, you okay?” He asked softly.
“Can’t say shit now can you?” Toshi snarled, satisfied with himself.
“Fuck you.” I rasped trying hard not to cry in front of this bastard. It was our business. Not anybody else’s.
“I think I’ll pass for now.” Toshi replied coolly. “But maybe when he’s done and you’ve been checked for Aids I might just give you call.”
Chacha looked back at me, his expression empathetic.
I needed to get away.
“Pull over.” I ordered my voice low rasping sound.
He kept driving.
I leaned back ignoring the pain in my lower half as I slammed my foot into Toshi’s chair. “I said pull the fuck over!” I shouted kicking harder with each word.
“What are you...fucking nuts?” Toshi called back to me. He then pulled over to the nearest empty space.
I pulled opened my door hell bent on beating the shit out of that fucker. Chacha beat me out of the car and was standing between the driver’s side and me. How he must have slid across the hood of the car to have gotten there like that.
“Move.” I hissed angrily.
Chachamura shook his head. “Don’t do this, kid. Just calm down.”
“Iie?” I asked. “Okay then.” I moved for my door, just as I did Toshi hit the lock button keeping me out.
“You got to come outta there sometime!” I barked as I circled the car like a hunter stalking its prey.
Chacha tried to reason with both of us. After all we were late to the ‘family’ emergency.
“Come on.” He whined. “Save it for after the meeting.”
I shook my head. “As soon as he opens that door I’m decking him.” I informed Chacha who just sighed.
“Fuck it.” I muttered.
I walked a good ways away from the car, eyeing a large thick stick. I picked it up, with stick in hand I took off towards the car charging at full speed.
“Shit!” Chacha screamed, jumping out of the way to avoid being hit.
Toshi’s eyes widen in surprise as the stick came down on his window. Deep lines of whitish blue streaked across but didn’t break. I raised my arms again.
“Masa, don’t!” Chachamura cried out catching me about my waist and pulling me backwards.
I swung down anyway. It was soon raining glass on Toshi’s stunned form.
“Bitch.” I murmured before walking away. I would take the bus. Sure they would get there before me and lie on me but I would just have to take that risk.
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