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New Times Like Old Times	By : ThexShinya Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > X Japan Views: 1419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of XJapan. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-New Times Like Old Times
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This is only my first story so far! I was highly annoyed to find that X Japan’s Heath is so neglected in the fanfiction world! Many more.. and very twisted.. stories to come! And there will be more chapters including back stories and new stuff added to this one!

*Please review and leave me your feedback, especially if you want more! Arigatou gozaimasu*

HeathxYoshiki

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Heath stood in front of the dressing room mirror, adjusting the final touches on his makeup and new haircut. He felt slightly nervous that it had been a while since he had performed in X Japan. He couldn’t believe 10 years had flown by so quickly. He looked up in the mirror to see Yoshiki standing by the doorway. He looked stunning- just as young and beautiful as he had been 10 years ago. As always, he was clad in a loose unbuttoned black see-through shirt and tight black pants that clung tightly to his jutting hipbones.

“Yoshiki,” Heath said in slight surprise, standing up straight and turning around. With out a word, Yoshiki shut the door behind him and walked over to Heath. The two men stood face to face. Heath immediately recognized the look in Yoshiki’s eyes. “Were you drinking?” Yoshiki stared Heath in the eye and gave him a small, yet affirmative, grunt. “Yoshiki, we all wish…” Heath’s voice trailed off as Yoshiki stared into his dark, soft, feminine eyes. He knew it was better to just not bring it up. Yoshiki was obviously already trying to keep his mind off of the more depressing aspects of the night of X Japan’s long-awaited reunion.

Briefly, Heath caught Yoshiki quickly glance down at his lips. He knew what Yoshiki had come for; though it had been a long time, it was all too familiar to him. They inched closer to each other as Yoshiki slowly brought his hand up to Heath’s neck and then roughly pulled him in for a deep and intense kiss. Heath exhaled deeply in pleasure and let out the smallest moan as Yoshiki ran his hand through his thick hair and tightly grabbed a fist full. He whipped Heath’s head back as his mouth leapt down and sucked onto his neck. Heath hissed as the sudden pain and pleasure came in waves and tingled down his neck and through his body.

Yoshiki ripped Heath’s shirt open and unlatched himself from the dark-haired man’s throbbing wet neck. Whipping the shirt onto the ground, Yoshiki spun Heath around and wrapped his arms tightly and possessively around him. Heath looked up into the mirror with dreamy half-lidded eyes and caught Yoshiki’s gaze as he kissed and lightly nibbled on his ear. “Yo-chan” Heath whispered in a breathy voice as he grabbed hold of one of Yoshiki’s strong skilled hands and slowly slid it down his pale abs onto his tightening pants. With the other hand, he reached his back and sifted his fingers through the silky blonde freshly washed hair.

“Take them off,” Yoshiki said in a low voice as he gave a squeeze with his hand. Heath shuttered in weakness and did as he was commanded and dropped his pants to the ground. He had chosen the perfect day to go commando. Heath turned around to once again to meet Yoshiki’s lips. The kiss was returned with an intense struggle of power between two tongues. Always the leader-sama, it was no contest for Yoshiki. Backing Heath into the makeup counter, he stopped the kiss and stared into Heath’s eyes once again. With a gentle kiss on the lips, Heath began to trail down Yoshiki’s neck, chest, and stomach until he was down on his knees in front of Yoshiki. Heath slowly undid Yoshiki’s pants as he looked up at him and then took him into his warm wet mouth, inch by inch.
Yoshiki once again took a tight handful of Heath’s hair and looked up into the mirror. He brought his other hand up and ran it through his own hair as he began to breathe deeply while watching the show in the mirror. With a half-smile, he whispered to the kneeling bassist, “That’s enough.” Heath looked up at the beautiful blonde and kissed his thighs as he ran his hands down the backs of Yoshiki’s toned legs. He kissed his way back up Yoshiki’s body, getting a sweet taste with every kiss and nibble of every swelling muscle.

When he finally stood face to face with Yoshiki again, he went in for another kiss. Only this time, he was interrupted unexpectedly as he was violently shoved back onto the black leather couch that was against the wall next to them. Heath landed roughly on his back as Yoshiki glided down to kiss him. Heath slowly sat up as they kissed. Again, Yoshiki pulled away and pulled him by the hips to get up. Repositioning Heath’s body on the couch, Yoshiki turned him around so that he was on his knees with his back to him. Heath half turned his head to look at Yoshiki, but was quickly shoved forward so he was bent forward on all fours. He leaned with one hand on the top of the couch and the other on the armrest. Heath panted as he got harder and harder with every moment that passed.
In the heat of passion and aggression, Yoshiki jammed two fingers into his own mouth and then spit on them. He leaned forward smoothly and held the younger man tightly, pressing his tanned chest against the pale back. There was a brief moment of silence in the soundproof room. With his cheek pressed against Heath’s, Yoshiki slowly snuck a finger into Heath’s tight crevice. The silence was quickly broken by a slow gasp from Heath, followed by the tiniest delicate moan. Sweat was already beginning to bead between the two gorgeous bodies. Making sure Heath was ready, Yoshiki explored with his finger before sliding in another one. He wasted no time to slide in a third as the two fingers were already beginning to slide with ease.

Heath’s eyes were closed and his mouth hung open as he took deep breaths to relax his tense body. With his free hand, Yoshiki reached up and gently turned Heath’s face to look at him. The beautiful pale face fluttered its eyes open to look into the gentle kind set of eyes beside him. “Are you ready?” Yoshiki said in a low and steamy voice. Heath blinked slowly and nodded, his cheeks beginning to get ever so slightly rosy. Yoshiki massaged Heath’s insides for a brief moment before sliding his fingers out. “Take a deep breath,” he added before diving his mouth onto Heath’s. With their mouths crushing down on each other, Heath drew in a strong and deep breath.

With a very powerfully smooth thrust in, Heath moaned loudly in pain. With his eyes squeezed shut, the delicate bassist pulled away from the kiss for a moment. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had you, Yo-chan,” Heath panted in between moans. Completely inside the pale beauty, Yoshiki paused and moved his mouth right up to his ear and whispered with a small smile, “I’ll start slow.” With that, Yoshiki reached around and gave attention to Heath’s long-neglected arousal. Heath gave him a weak crooked smile before Yoshiki began to thrust into him in a slow and steady rhythm. He moved his busy hand to match his thrusting rhythm as the pale beauty began to whimper.

Yoshiki’s blonde bangs fell onto his face and sweat dripped down his chest and shoulders as he moved in and out of his old-time lover. Heath felt the familiar warm sensation in his lower stomach. He soon adjusted under the feeling of Yoshiki’s touch and being inside of him. He knew exactly where inside of him to be to pleasure the delicate bassist. As the paler man began to loosen up, Yoshiki began to speed up his pace, never once losing rhythm. He leaned forward pressing firmly against Heath with every thrust, as Heath clawed onto the couch and onto Yoshiki’s toned ass to stay partway up.

“Is that good?” Yoshiki asked as he once again began to speed up his pace. Heath started breathing even faster. “Y-yeah… yeah,” he managed to reply in short breaths. Yoshiki suddenly let out a moan in alarm that he was soon reaching his peak. Not wanting to release yet, he slowed down his pace and leaned back. He repositioned, with out ever stopping the rhythm, and moved one hand onto Heath’s bony hip and the other on his shoulder. As he once again began to quicken his pace, Yoshiki roughly jerked Heath back into his thrusts. Yoshiki threw his head back and gasped towards the ceiling, as if he was in the middle of one of his intense piano solos.

The room was filled with pants, moans, and whimpers as what started out as gentle became rough and almost animalistic. Yoshiki furrowed his brows and dropped his head as he looked down at Heath’s soaking-wet back. “Heath,” he said casually to get the man’s attention, slowing down for the last time he could bear to do so. He stopped for a moment as Heath turned his head to look at Yoshiki. Yoshiki met Heath’s eyes as he leaned down and wrapped his tan arms tightly around his lover’s porcelain-colored chest and squeezed.

Appearing almost as if they were one being, they began to move and thrust together. As both of their bodies rose with excitement, both Yoshiki and Heath tensed their faces in ecstasy. “Yo-chan!” At the same exact time, their bodies stiffened with utter pleasure. Yoshiki and Heath shot up, holding on tightly to each other, as if for dear life. Heath felt his body fill with warmth as his own body simultaneously released the most extraordinary wallop of pleasure.

Yoshiki and Heath maintained their strong grips on each other as they finished and fought to catch their breaths. Yoshiki kissed the back of Heath’s shoulder and the side of his neck. Suddenly, the two men collapsed onto the couch, one on top of the other. Their arms went limp to the sides as Yoshiki buried his face between Heath’s neck and the couch. Their hair was soaked and stringy with sweat.

Heath could feel the older man’s heart still pounding against his chest. “Oi, Yo-chan- don’t have a heart attack. You’re not as young as you used to be,” he joked laughing weakly. “Fuck you,” he muttered into the couch with a smile. “Ah, you’ll have to give me a minute to rest first.” “Maybe after the show,” Yoshiki chuckled. Heath’s big brown eyes widened and he gasped in surprise. “The show! We still have to play the show! We only have about an hour and a half left.” Yoshiki slowly got up laughing. “Too tired? I guess YOU’RE not as young as you used to be!” “Asshole,” he laughed. “Yours or mine?” he said still chuckling as he stumbled to leave to his dressing room. “Tsk. Baka,” Heath muttered laughing weakly and getting up to get ready… again.

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Out on stage the fans cheered as the amazing Yoshiki took a seat at his clear acrylic drum set. They continued to go wild again as Toshi and Pata walked out soon after. Last to come out was Heath, who seemed to be more of limping than walking. Yoshiki laughed hysterically to himself and wondered what people must have thought. Heath limped over to his usual spot on stage and was handed his bass by a roadie. Before he began to speak on the microphone, Toshi walked over to Heath and asked, “Daijo bu?” Heath nodded shot a playful glare back at Yoshiki, who simply sat and laughing evilly and shrugged as he bit his lower lip in a huge smile.

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NOTE:
I was going to continue this one, but I feel that the continuation is pretty much the other story I ended up writing called "Stealing Time". Also, note that I'm taking a hiatus until I see at least a review/rating or two on either story! I have some pretty interesting stuff I'm thinking about throwing in within the next few chapters, but I feel I'm wasting my time and energy if no one's liking it -_-
(funny, although the hits increase each day, still no reviews or ratings)
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