Things I can do for You
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Category:
M through R › Moonchild
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,372
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Moonchild, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue&Chapter One
Fandom: J-Rock
Pairings: Gackt(of GacktJOB)x Hyde(of L'arc~en~ciel and solo work)
Rating: PG-13 for language and sexual themes. Will be raised in later
chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own these two wonderful men. I wish i did, but alas
i do not. All of this didn't happen, it just occurred in my slash ridden
mind.
~*~*~
Gackt’s POV
2005
-Prologue-
Nursing my whisky on the rocks between my hands, I sighed deeply and lifted the glass to my mouth.
Tasting the alcohol as it slides down my throat, I cough a little. The burning sensation dulls slightly as I reach into my pocket for a smoke and light.
Putting the Marlboro red between my lips, I pat my jacket, searching for a lighter. Across the bar someone calls my name. A familiar voice.
I look up slowly, as the person, who’s shadowed from the meagre light from the bar, slides a Zippo lighter down the bar towards me. Picking it up with deft precision, I light up and inhale.
As I exhaled, I examined the lighter. Silver with a moon engraved on it. Flipping it over, I already know what’s engraved there, though I check anyway;
“Hyde,
Go poison your lungs some more,
Love Always,
Gackt x”
Smiling I look back up. The Man is gone, the bar door swinging shut in his wake. Chucking some money onto the bar and downing the rest of my drink I hurry out to find him.
“HAIDO?” I yell when I open the bar door. No one is there. I’m not surprised.
Sighing again, I lean against the wall and smoke. Willing him to appear, he doesn’t. Eventually I climb into my car and drive home.
“It’s been so long,” I thought, as I glance at the lighter, which, placed on the dash, glints in the moonlight.
“Suitable theatrics” I say quietly, as my mind conjures the memory of two years previous. That night.
~~~~~~
Still Gackt's POV~
2003~ Moon Child Wrap-Up Party.
Chapter One
Obviously it’d been a mistake.
A drunken fuck in the middle of a chaotic filled time in his life.
I must have been the Hero, shining brightly, confidently, through the haze and dark of his mind.
I knew he was freaked out at becoming a father, and I guess it’d be incorrect of me to say that it was unusual.
I can imagine that all first time fathers get like this. This sensation of “being fenced in” As he’d told me, that night at the “Moon Child” wrap up party.
It’d been a good night, all the cast and crew drinking away into the night, celebrating the ending of a successful shoot. Hyde however, had just sat there, opposite me, staring with those beautiful brown eyes, into his glass.
Soon everyone was filtering out, heading home. I’d stood up and walked over to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I squeezed gently.
“We’re all heading home now, Haidochan, you should head home too, Megumi will be worried.” I’d said, half meaning those words.
“I don’t want to yet, just a while longer, Gacchan, stay and talk with me?” He’d asked, looking up at me, his eyes pleading almost.
Moving my hand from his shoulder, I ran a hand lightly across the back of his neck and off.
“Sure, anything for you” I told him, walking back over to my seat and sitting back down.
“She’s so fragile Gacchan” Hyde had started; downing another bottle he’d bought. “I can tell she’s afraid, we both are” We’d been sitting in the bar for half an hour, just talking casually, until I saw the turmoil in his eyes and asked what was wrong. “The baby, he’s so small, and delicate. Neither of us knows how to hold him, or how to keep him safe. He cries and—“ That was all he said before a sob choked his voice. He buried his head in his small, but perfectly pale hands.
His hair, still blonde, was ruffled and messy. I had a strong urge to reach out and run my hands through it to smooth it down, make it neat again.
Instead I watched as he sobbed. I can’t say I’m one for overly obvious displays of emotion. I know how to work them to my own needs when I’m on stage for example, but for real, I don’t know, I just prefer to mask it I guess. Yet, there he was, a prime example of everything I wouldn’t do, he was crying, openly in public. I couldn’t help but find him so, well, alluring and erotic. He was weak, I was strong. Or something along those lines.
Shaking the thoughts of dominating Hyde off like a cold shower, I reached out and took hold of his wrist, gently pulling his hand away from his face. He was looking down, obviously ashamed of his outburst.
“C’mon, I’m taking you home” I whispered quietly.
He didn’t respond-- He just let himself be pulled up by me. I pulled him close to support him, my arm snaking around his slender waist.
“My lighter” He said in a low, sombre voice.
~*~
Pairings: Gackt(of GacktJOB)x Hyde(of L'arc~en~ciel and solo work)
Rating: PG-13 for language and sexual themes. Will be raised in later
chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own these two wonderful men. I wish i did, but alas
i do not. All of this didn't happen, it just occurred in my slash ridden
mind.
~*~*~
Gackt’s POV
2005
-Prologue-
Nursing my whisky on the rocks between my hands, I sighed deeply and lifted the glass to my mouth.
Tasting the alcohol as it slides down my throat, I cough a little. The burning sensation dulls slightly as I reach into my pocket for a smoke and light.
Putting the Marlboro red between my lips, I pat my jacket, searching for a lighter. Across the bar someone calls my name. A familiar voice.
I look up slowly, as the person, who’s shadowed from the meagre light from the bar, slides a Zippo lighter down the bar towards me. Picking it up with deft precision, I light up and inhale.
As I exhaled, I examined the lighter. Silver with a moon engraved on it. Flipping it over, I already know what’s engraved there, though I check anyway;
“Hyde,
Go poison your lungs some more,
Love Always,
Gackt x”
Smiling I look back up. The Man is gone, the bar door swinging shut in his wake. Chucking some money onto the bar and downing the rest of my drink I hurry out to find him.
“HAIDO?” I yell when I open the bar door. No one is there. I’m not surprised.
Sighing again, I lean against the wall and smoke. Willing him to appear, he doesn’t. Eventually I climb into my car and drive home.
“It’s been so long,” I thought, as I glance at the lighter, which, placed on the dash, glints in the moonlight.
“Suitable theatrics” I say quietly, as my mind conjures the memory of two years previous. That night.
~~~~~~
Still Gackt's POV~
2003~ Moon Child Wrap-Up Party.
Chapter One
Obviously it’d been a mistake.
A drunken fuck in the middle of a chaotic filled time in his life.
I must have been the Hero, shining brightly, confidently, through the haze and dark of his mind.
I knew he was freaked out at becoming a father, and I guess it’d be incorrect of me to say that it was unusual.
I can imagine that all first time fathers get like this. This sensation of “being fenced in” As he’d told me, that night at the “Moon Child” wrap up party.
It’d been a good night, all the cast and crew drinking away into the night, celebrating the ending of a successful shoot. Hyde however, had just sat there, opposite me, staring with those beautiful brown eyes, into his glass.
Soon everyone was filtering out, heading home. I’d stood up and walked over to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I squeezed gently.
“We’re all heading home now, Haidochan, you should head home too, Megumi will be worried.” I’d said, half meaning those words.
“I don’t want to yet, just a while longer, Gacchan, stay and talk with me?” He’d asked, looking up at me, his eyes pleading almost.
Moving my hand from his shoulder, I ran a hand lightly across the back of his neck and off.
“Sure, anything for you” I told him, walking back over to my seat and sitting back down.
“She’s so fragile Gacchan” Hyde had started; downing another bottle he’d bought. “I can tell she’s afraid, we both are” We’d been sitting in the bar for half an hour, just talking casually, until I saw the turmoil in his eyes and asked what was wrong. “The baby, he’s so small, and delicate. Neither of us knows how to hold him, or how to keep him safe. He cries and—“ That was all he said before a sob choked his voice. He buried his head in his small, but perfectly pale hands.
His hair, still blonde, was ruffled and messy. I had a strong urge to reach out and run my hands through it to smooth it down, make it neat again.
Instead I watched as he sobbed. I can’t say I’m one for overly obvious displays of emotion. I know how to work them to my own needs when I’m on stage for example, but for real, I don’t know, I just prefer to mask it I guess. Yet, there he was, a prime example of everything I wouldn’t do, he was crying, openly in public. I couldn’t help but find him so, well, alluring and erotic. He was weak, I was strong. Or something along those lines.
Shaking the thoughts of dominating Hyde off like a cold shower, I reached out and took hold of his wrist, gently pulling his hand away from his face. He was looking down, obviously ashamed of his outburst.
“C’mon, I’m taking you home” I whispered quietly.
He didn’t respond-- He just let himself be pulled up by me. I pulled him close to support him, my arm snaking around his slender waist.
“My lighter” He said in a low, sombre voice.
~*~