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Toki no Kaze [Formerly known as: Stealing Time]	By : ThexShinya Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > X Japan Views: 2964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Following the sound of an unfamiliar melody on a piano, Heath made his way to one of the many rooms in the studio. He walked in quietly to find a shirtless Yoshiki seated at his clear acrylic Kawai piano, ever so serenely playing away. Two glasses of wine on the edge of the piano, the light shone through the crystal and created a light purple mirage to dance on the piano’s shiny surface. He watched as Yoshiki played the most beautiful song he had ever heard. The beautiful pianist’s eyes were squeezed shut and his head thrown back facing the heavens. His eyebrows were furrowed in that far too familiarly beautiful enchanting look of utter ecstasy and agony.
A soft angelic glow surrounded him from the reflections of the lights from above. He was not just feeling the music, in this moment he was one with the music. He could almost see the man’s thoughts and dreams appear as a mirage in the reflections of the crystal clear piano. It flowed directly from his heart, through his veins, and out his fingertips and radiated its poetic pulse through the piano’s reverberating voice and filled the room, wrapping around Heath and enveloping him in a sweet embrace of love and passion. It was his way of speaking, of expressing, his way of loving even. In all his life, Heath had never seen anyone play so passionately and gracefully. It always stirred feelings and emotions within him that he didn’t know he had or thought he had once lost long ago, perhaps during innocent childhood.
Heath stood silently studying the man he seemed to be falling for all over again… just as he had almost two decades ago. It appeared as if Yoshiki was hearing an entire symphony in his head as he played. It was no different when he was alone than when he was in front of tens of thousands of people. Except, Heath felt now that at this moment he had him all to himself. He felt privileged. It was moments like this when Heath realized why he always wanted to stay by Yoshiki’s side and never leave. It was why he thanked the heavens that his beloved blonde drummer was okay after so many tragedies and all the hell he had been destined to trek through in this lifetime. He was grateful for the mere fact that the man was simply… breathing.
The music slowed to a stop. Yoshiki looked down a moment to breathe and then looked up to notice that Heath had arrived. A relaxed smile instantly crossed his face, “Heath.” Heath blushed, “I’m sorry. Do you want me to wait out there Yo-chan if you’re in the middle of something? I didn’t mean to stalk,” “No, of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. Come over here,” he motioned for the dark-haired bassist to come sit next to him on the piano bench and then handed him a glass as he sat down. Heath’s heart pounded. “You seemed kind of distracted today at rehearsal, Heath.” Heath looked into Yoshiki’s soft dark inquisitive eyes with out an answer. He took a sip of his wine. “Heath, you know you can talk to me,” he said, crossing his legs and leaning onto one hand and taking a sip of wine from the glass in his other hand. “We’re all stressed, I know. But is there something… bothering you?” continued the blonde. “It’s nothing Yoshiki. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be distracted. It won’t happen again.” It was funny how the man he loved most was also the man he feared most… But that fear was mostly driven from his great respect for him. “Okay. Well, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
They both took another drink from their glasses. “That melody you were playing,” Heath began. “Was that… the song you wrote for hide?” Yoshiki stared into his eyes and paused for a moment. “Do you think he would like it?” For a moment there was a brief flicker of weakness in the pianist’s tone. Heath nodded and smiled warmly, “Of course he would, Yo-chan. He loved anything you played.” “Want to hear it? I need to, uh, practice playing it with out crying... my fingers slip when I do,” Yoshiki smiled. Heath nodded and smiled again and put a hand on Yoshiki’s back, “I would like that very much.” Setting aside his glass, Yoshiki began the melody from before. He looked down at the keys and concentrated on playing the piece as beautifully as and set of ears would fathom. The song was one that Heath knew he would never forget. Again, he felt like the luckiest man in the world to be sitting next to this angel with God-given talent.
After a minute or two, it was obvious that his Leader-Sama was beginning to let the cold cruel weaknesses make their way into his bleeding heart. A perfect tear formed in the corner of Yoshiki’s eye and made a warm river down his gentle cheek. Heath softly and vulnerably gazed at the tender man next to him. He felt the heat of threatening tears behind his eyes. Yoshiki began to slow his playing as Heath put an arm around his back. Yoshiki stopped and slouched forward as Heath put another arm around his stomach and pulled him closer. The blonde sniffed quietly as he leaned into Heath’s safe embrace. Taking the opportunity to provide any comfort he could to his beloved Leader-Sama, Heath ran a gentle hand down the side of Yoshiki’s face and gently tilted it up, guiding their lips to meet. A very willing Yoshiki quickly turned the kiss into a passionate heavy deep kiss.
With out breaking kiss, Heath reached over and put his glass on the far edge of the piano and stood in front of Yoshiki. Taking advantage of the convenient proximity of the bassist’s waist, the drummer took hold of the belt buckle and quickly undid it, yanking it out and whipping it onto the bench and dropping it. Heath moaned quietly into Yoshiki’s mouth. Pulling the pale bassist’s shirt up, they parted lips so that Yoshiki could lavish Heath’s stomach in wet kisses. The pale bassist took his shirt off and was shoved back against the piano. Gripping onto the strong tense muscles in Yoshiki’s arms, Heath pulled him up. In one smooth movement, Yoshiki stood up and picked up Heath, who wrapped his legs around him in support. His Leader-Sama leaned his hips into Heath’s tightening pants. The dark-haired bassist let out a groan of pleasure as he rubbed against him. In response, he loosened his pants and dropped them to the floor. Yoshiki reached down and quickly undid his belt as Heath helped him push down his pants until they dropped to his ankles and he kicked them off to the side. Grabbing Heath’s left leg, they looked into each other’s eyes as Yoshiki slowed things down and gently put himself inside the pale fragile man.
Putting his mouth closely to the bassist’s ear, Yoshiki said in a gentle tone, “I meant what I said the other night, Heath.” He gasped slowly as Yoshiki grabbed the other leg and lifted him against the piano. Digging his nails into his Leader-Sama’s back, he held him tightly. Yoshiki’s breathing began to get heavier as he began to pick up speed. His gentle yet forceful rhythmic motions reminded Heath of the other night and brought back the same feeling of euphoria, only slightly more intense this time. He ran a hand through sweaty blond hair and hissed and whimpered as Yoshiki moaned the quietest moan in between desperate gasps for breath. There was the sudden sound of breaking glass when the raven-haired bassist knocked over the wine glasses as he reached his peak. He squeezed his eyes shut and clung on tightly to the bronzed body, which fathomed him and made him come.
Gasping for breath Heath lay in a cold sweat and opened his eyes to find himself staring at his suite’s ceiling. He furrowed his brows as he slowly came to realize his surroundings. Lifting his head up, he looked down and lifted the covers. “Tsk, kuso.” He collapsed back and let his arms fall to the sides of the bed. Catching his breath, he looked back up at the ceiling again. “Well, that must have been some intense dream.” Heath’s eyes widened as he quickly looked over to his far right. Yoshiki sat with a slightly amused smile on his face, legs crossed and an arm extended along the back of the couch.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
- 6
- 7
- 8
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Toki no Kaze [Formerly known as: Stealing Time]