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My Asrun Star	By : nanashiamai Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Vitas Bumac Views: 820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Vitas Bumac. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's note: ah i love these boys. oh how i love them...

um, music. kono daremo is pretty much the most gorgeous song ever. i don't feel like looking for it, so if you want to hear it you can always (with any of the other songs) feel free to email me for a listen. same with to feel the fire (a hilarious attempt by gackt to sing in english).

expect more lime/bordering on lemon (?) in the next chapter. this one, not so much.

as always, read and review. that would make me much happy.

Chapter 7: To Feel the Fire

It took a couple days before Vitas was able to notice the same level of comfort between himself and Gackt after their first night on the tour. He wasn’t sure what had bothered his Japanese friend so much, but it was quite clear in the way they interacted that something had set him off balance. When he finally recovered himself, it was easier for Vitas to talk to him, although at the same time all the more awkward.

Vitas was beginning to notice something he hadn’t been entirely aware of before. He was attracted to Gackt, in more than just a professional way.

It was an awkward state to find himself in. Being a self-proclaimed “lover of girls”, it struck him as slightly masochistic on the part of the divine to make him suddenly feeling drawn to another male. It wasn’t lust, though it could have been likened to that, and if Vitas could have put any name on whatever it was he was feeling, it would have been awe. The quiet, subdued Russian was absolutely amazed by the cocky, bad-ass Japanese male. The way he glorified in himself, tore into others as though they knew nothing, and yet did it in such a way as to show affection…it was completely new to Vitas and he loved it. He loved how Gackt subjected him to fierce reprimands and low blows, insult after insult and joke after joke. Maybe he delighted in the torture he received from the other. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he couldn’t help but smile whenever the shorter male came up with a new one.

This, however, only underscored how drawn he was to the other’s voice. Since the tour began, he never missed Gackt’s performances. Even if he had to stand in the background, in the wing, behind the backdrop with nothing to see, he always stopped to listen; wondered what it would be like to sing with him. The idea of a small duet crossed his mind more than once, though his own self-consciousness made him weary of mentioning it to the other. If it appeared foolish to Gackt, Vitas would have lost it.

The life on the road was more pleasant than it should have been, and though Svetlana pressed her way into his thoughts, it was more bearable now that Vitas had something else to direct them on. At first, it had seemed like betrayal, but after a few weeks he became acclimated to the idea of letting her go. Not that he wanted to. But Nadia was becoming the strength that he needed, and Gackt was becoming the mystery that amused him.

“Hey there boy,” a voice broke into his thought as he stood leaning against the wall, his eyes closed and his ears intently listening to the beautiful sounds coming from the stage. Opening his eyes, the Russian male glanced at a beaming freckled face and casting a mischievous grin in response. “You look so…pensive.”

“Thanks Lena,” he whispered and turned his attention back to the song that was coming from the stage. He was finally beginning to learn the names of the pieces his fellow performers sang. This one, which had become one of his absolute favourites, was called Kono Daremo Inai Heya De.

The female looked him over with bright eyes and giggled lightly, clearly amused at how serious he was. “You know, you’re a dork.”

“And you love me like that,” he replied quickly before turning his attention on the female. It was obvious that was what she wanted, and though he didn’t want to miss out on Gackt’s beautiful voice, he would humor her. “Did you want something?”

“Only to know if you listen to us like that,” she answered with a knowing glimmer in her eyes.

“Nah, you’re more fun to watch,” he told her and gradually his smile grew. “You two like to parade around in panties.”

“Oh stop,” she spoke with a chuckle behind her voice, and she smacked his shoulder playfully at the jab. “Julia and I just think it’s so cute.” She cast her glamorous curls over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose as she smiled.

The smile flickered slightly, but it didn’t escape him altogether as he forced out a jumbled “What’s so cute?”

Lena seemed unable to compose the words and she covered her face as she laughed, trying to suppress the giggles. “Just…the way you two listen to each other. It’s so cute.”

That answered it, and Vitas felt his heart do a back flip, but he did his best not to show it outwardly. “Oh really? I didn’t know we listened to each other.”

“Teh, he’s such a silly little mal’chik gey,” she continued with a smirk as she turned her eyes in the direction of the stage where she knew Gackt was currently wooing the Sicilian crowd to a frenzy. “Unfortunately,” she added with a small sigh and turned her eyes back to Vitas. When she saw the slight wrinkle of confusion in his forehead, she cocked her head slightly and her giggles began again. “But don’t be jealous. So are you…”

Julia must have been standing behind him because suddenly he heard a voice softly singing, “Mal’chik gey, Mal’chik gey, Bud' so mnoi ponaglei, Ot styda ne krasnei, Mal'chik gey, Mal'chik gey…”

Lena joined her partner and the pair began skipping in circles around the abandoned hallway that lead to the dressing rooms and eventually the stage, leaving Vitas bewildered to the point of silence. However, he was finally able to force his voice to break through. “I’m not gay.”

Julia stopped in her tracks and cast the most sardonic expression Vitas had ever seen. “Be serious.”

“I am,” he replied, twitching visibly as there was an obvious discomfort in his position. “I’m not gay.”

"Then explain to me why you are always back here, listening to him sing,” Lena pressed, her bright eyes locking with his deep hazel ones and no longer playful but perplexed. “Julia and I have been watching the two of you. Like the first time we were on the plane together, he looked like he was waiting for you. At least that’s what Ayumi told us. And then you were so anxious until you saw him…it was just so obvious.”

The male felt like a deer trapped in their headlights and put his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight slightly as he fumbled with any response to that. The pair was right; it was obvious, and when they pointed out to him exactly why he couldn’t really retort. So instead, he fell silent. Julia and Lena were watching him, waiting for his retort, and when it didn’t come a small smirk creased Julia’s face.

“You didn’t even know, did you?”

“It doesn’t make any sense to me,” he replied finally, turning his eyes downward and directing most of his attention to the cement floor of the performance hall. “I love Svetlana…I do.”

The two girls softened slightly; despite the simple joking they were doing now, they knew about the male’s past. Their budding friendship with Nadia had revealed that much to them. They didn’t seem quite sure what to say and instead they came up on either side of him and put their arms around him, soothingly. “Maybe you do…but maybe you love him too,” Lena finally spoke, trying her best to be comforting.

“I’m okay,” he said after a brief silence and pulled away from the two females, trying his best to recover the persona he always presented to others. It was false, but it was easier to handle, and he didn’t enjoy being so vulnerable, especially considering he wasn’t sure how to come to terms with his feelings. He loved Svetlana. Didn’t he?

“What’s going on back here?” a familiar voice broke in and absolutely made Vitas lose it. He wheeled around, finding the Japanese male that had become an object of desire suddenly present, and he once more felt vulnerable. Gackt quickly picked up on the mood, however, and a devilish smile crossed his face. “Oh shit, did I just walk in on something I wasn’t supposed to? Excellent.”

A million things were running through Vitas’ mind at that moment but none of them could form into words and instead he stood dumb. It was finally Julia who spoke up to steal past the awkward silence. “Oh, we were just talking about you. Turns out we’re all pretty impressed with your voice.” She left it at that, though there was a hint of playfulness in her tone that told Vitas that she could have made his life a living hell in that moment. “Some of us more than others,” she added silently to Lena, and the pale female giggled audibly, though neither male knew the source of her humor.

“Understandable,” Gackt answered with a wave of his hand, and the flirtatious smile that he saved for others crossed his face. It was interesting to watch, as Vitas had become quite used to the different personalities that belongs to Gackt. One was the celebrity; the flirt, who was constantly affirming his own worth and making lewd comments. The Gackt that came out in private conversation was much different. “What can I say? I’m just…”

“Incredible?” Vitas finally put in, and Gackt allowed a small laugh.

“You say that to me a lot,” the Japanese male joked with bewildered amusement.

It seemed the Russian had finally recovered himself, as he was easing himself back into the conversation without looking too awkward. He couldn’t let on what was going on inside him. It would be too much. “Well, what can I say…it’s true.”

“It makes me curious what your basis for comparison is,” Gackt pressed, taking a step closer to the group, though his eyes were more focused on Vitas than anyone else.

“Anyone who can stand up to me must be incredible,” Vitas replied and his mischievous smile returned. Was he actually enjoying this banter?

“Who couldn’t stand up to the eunuch and his D#?” Gackt responded with as much humor behind his voice. That did it for Vitas and he too took a step forward.

“I’m not a eunuch.”

“Prove it.”

If the situation hadn’t been awkward before, it certainly was now, and Vitas suddenly changed from pleasantly amused to moderately terrified. From behind them, Lena and Julia were laughing hysterically, obviously unable to contain themselves any longer. “Well, we’ll leave you boys to it then,” Julia interjected between laughs, and taking Lena by the arm, the two stumbled around the corner in a fit of giggles, leaving the two males standing rather awkwardly alone once more.

A few moments of silence passed where Vitas was trying desperately not to implode and Gackt was trying not to torture him further. Though the idea was tempting. When Vitas failed to say anything but shifted awkwardly, Gackt couldn’t contain himself any longer and he suppressed another laugh, making an odd sort of snort come out instead. “I’m waiting,” he spoke softly, and just for shits, he raised his eyebrows seductively at the male.

And Vitas found he was more than moderately aroused. Words escaped him.

“Aw, shit! Lighten up already. You are so uptight,” Gackt mumbled, finally turning off the persona he carried with him and becoming the person Vitas had come to know when the two were alone. This was the Gackt who was his friend. This was the one that didn’t scare him to death. “I swear if everyone took everything I say as seriously as you do, I’d have no friends at all.”

“Sorry,” Vitas forced after he was able to recover his voice. However, he hadn’t even been able to force the word out quickly enough when he suddenly found himself pressed between the Japanese male and the wall. Shocked hazel eyes gazed into intent Prussian blue and there was clear determination in them.

“Are you?” It was a simple question, but with the position Vitas found himself in, there wasn’t any way of evading the inevitable. It was impressive that the 5’9” Japanese male was able to press the 5’10” Russian into a state of submission, but with the way he found himself, Vitas couldn’t do much to change it.

“I…” He couldn’t speak. Gackt’s closeness was driving his senses wild and his breathing was become more difficult. He didn’t need to speak any longer though – Gackt quickly closed the gap between them, pressing his lips forcefully against the Russian’s. It wasn’t that Vitas hadn’t expected it, but the shock was still evident on his face. However, as he grew acclimated to the feel of Gackt’s soft lips against his own, his eyes shut of their own accord. Absently he allowed his hands to slip around the male’s slender waist and he pulled him closer, almost hungrily as he deepened the kiss. He allowed the other to slip his tongue into his mouth, taking in his taste, and it was a marvelous feeling; it seemed to free him of everything. He didn’t need to worry about Svetlana anymore – she was gone in his mind. All that occupied him was the beautiful male before him.

After a few seconds Gackt pulled away, leaving the other feeling lost without the touch and he inhaled sharply, his emotions running a million miles an hour. It was clear that from this point he wanted more, but Gackt was playing it out as best he could. “You’ve really been holding back, haven’t you?” the male joked, and there was a playful nature in his eyes. He was planning to drag this out as long as he had to, and Vitas knew already that he wasn’t going to like it.

Without responding, the Russian used the grip he already had on the Japanese male to pull him closer, crashing his lips into the others. No, we’re not done yet, he was saying inaudibly, and he entered Gackt’s wanting mouth, unable to suppress his desire for him. Unfortunately the choice was not his to make, for it was only seconds later that another familiar voice appeared down the hall – one that he didn’t want to hear in that moment.

“Vitas, where the hell are you?” It was Nadia. Gackt pulled away from Vitas as the voice broke through their interactions and though his face was disappointed, there was the promise that this was not the end in his eyes.

As Nadia rounded the corner, she saw the two standing opposite each other, Vitas his back against the wall, Gackt cornering him there, though the only evidence that anything had happened was the ragged breath that was coming from them. “Shit,” she murmured and directed her eyes away as Gackt stepped back, casting the girl a dark expression. “You need to not be doing this…we go on in seven minutes and you’re still not ready…”

It seemed so fast – Gackt had only just finished. Could L’arc~en~ciel be finished already? But he didn’t bother to question as he steadied himself, coming up to Nadia. “I wasn’t even -”

“Shut up. You need to get dressed,” the female snapped, and she turned on her heal, making her way back down the hall. Vitas didn’t hesitate to follow her. Her gait was brisk, and for the first time he had trouble keeping up with her. He felt like a complete heel, and what was worse was that he had been left expectant from Gackt, and now he had to forget about that completely to prepare himself for the show.

“I’m sorry, Nadia,” he spoke quietly as he caught up to her before one of the dressing rooms. The girl didn’t answer but hooked his arm, leading him into the dressing room where several impatient costume mistresses and her fellow backup singers were waiting.

“You better be ready to talk tonight,” she answered in an even tone as the group virtually stripped the male in a matter of seconds. He didn’t speak again but stood by as he found himself carried off in a flurry of females, the ridiculous suit materializing around him. Embarrassment didn’t even come close to what he was feeling, and as the suit was assembled in less than fifteen minutes, it was perhaps a sign that the others weren’t exactly on the same page either. Succumbing to their frustration, he let them ready him without retort.

“I don’t know what happened, but it won’t happen again,” he spoke softly as the final pieces were being attached, and Nadia shook her head at him.

“Look, I don’t care what you two were doing, but save it for after the shows. Please.” Then she left the room in a hurry, gathering with the rest of the group as they prepared for their entrance. Even now, the final sounds of the fading guitar from the previous act told them that they were cutting it awfully close, but they were prepared. And from the sidelines, Gackt was watching, sympathetic, frustrated, and determined.

As the Russian group disappeared to a flurry of screams, Gackt stepped forward to assume his usual listening position. He wasn’t going to leave that spot until the Russian returned. And when he did, he wasn’t about to let him go.

AN: wee happy males aka everyone is happy because i know those of you who do actually read this are impatiently awaiting them to have hot, passionate sex. ^_^ but that's not the point of this story, so although i will humor you, there is a plot! because...i said so.

r&r, sil te plait...
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