Old habits

"Hello?" Gackt called into the bleak but elegant hallway of his house, he removed his jacket and shoes making for the living room calling out for signs of life. Belle raised her head in greeting but didn't move from her place on the plush white leather sofa, beside her, You sat, reading glasses sliding down his nose as he read his current favorite manga.

"You left so fast Gacchan, that Ryu had to drop me off." His voice was quiet.

Gackt had almost forgotten that he had been You's read to practice.

Gackt opened his mouth to apologize but You shook his head as he closes his book and patted the empty space on the other side of him all in one motion. "Sit."

"Ren's coming by in a little bit and I would like to shower." Gackt replies tightly. He didn't want to talk about this morning.

You smiles saying, "I know, he called about ten minutes ago saying that he wouldn't be here until after twelve." You informed him. "Now, let's talk we've got plenty of time before koneko-chan gets here."

"There's nothing to talk about." Is Gackt's stubborn retort. He saw no point in discussing his bedroom habits with You at the moment unless it involved You in the near future.

"I think there is but it's obvious that last night is troubling you. I think-"

"It's only bothering me because you are making it an problem for me." Gackt's lip curled in a snarl as he spoke. Why was he getting so upset about it? You was only trying to glimpse what was going on in his head.

"Fine." You rose to his feet. "I'll stay out of it."

"Thank you." Gackt sighed, the tightness in his shoulders lessened. "Ren's going to be late you said?" Gackt asked just as he the stairs.

"Like Honno's period."

Gackt shot him a look hoping that he was joking. You had gone back to reading his manga.

"You," Gackt called out only to be ignored.

Gackt sighs deeply.

He was kind of glad that Ren was running a bit late. The conflicted pop singer made for the bathroom making sure to close the door tightly behind him. Removing his phone from his pocket Gackt dialed the number he had stolen from Masa's cell.

It rang once, twice and then a third before someone answer.
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"Miya your phone!" Masa shouted from the living room where Miyavi had draped his hoodie over the couch; Miyavi had insisted that Masa give him total access to the kitchen without him fretting around him as he cooked, the phone in Miyavi's right pocket was making quit a racket.

"Pick up. If it's Toshiya, tell him I'll call him back later." Miyavi shouted back.

"Okay." Saying into the phone, "Hello?"

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Gackt's throat went dry. He couldn't speak. Masa was with his lover at this very second? So this morning had meant nothing to him then?

"Hello Masa-kyun," Gackt breathed into the phone keeping his hurt and anger in check.

Masa could hear his own heart thundering in his ears. Why was Gackt calling his lover's cell? Miyavi had never made mention that he knew Gackt.

"Sorry, I memorized the number from your cell. I wanted to call and see if you were alright." Gackt's tone is apologetic. He sounded almost human.

"Masa-kun, who's on the phone?" Miyavi's voice sounded so close.

"No one." Masa replies flatly into the phone.

"Then why are you still on it?" Miyavi was standing behind the stunned vocalist, his body radiating heat from his efforts in the kitchen. He takes his phone from Masa's hand bringing it to his own ear.

Please have enough sense to hang up! Masa silently pleaded of Gackt.

"Hel-lo mystery person!" Miyavi laughs into the phone before hanging up. He had heard the sound of breathing but ignored it. "It was probably a wrong number." He scanned the screen as he said this taking note that the call had come up 'private'. He'd fix that later. By connecting the phone into his computer he could track down the number as well as the identity of the caller. Now all that was left was why Masa had lied to him.

Masa slides off the couch. "Will dinner be ready soon? It smells really good." Masa commented cheerily as he made for his bedroom.

"Just about." There was a pause between them. "Where are you going?"

"To get out of those clothes. You know make myself more comfortable. I've had a long day."

"It shows." Miyavi remarked. "After we eat, I've got the medicine." He flicked his tongue out suggestive making Masa shiver a bit.

He wasn't really up to it but he loved their make-out sessions.

"Okay." Masa blushed slightly picking up the pace towards his room.
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Who was that? Gackt asked himself racking his brain to figure out why Masa's boyfriend sounded so familiar to him. He had to be another musician naturally.

He his phone rang jarring him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" Gackt answered quirking an eyebrow.

"Don't call here no more asshole!" Masa rasped into the phone.

"Why not? Didn't this morning mean anything to you, Masa?" Gackt sounded as hurt as he could possibly manage. "I was thinking of breaking it off with Haido as soon as he gets back from vacation." He knew that he was laying it on kind of thick but he had to know: Was there something still there between them?

"This morning was...I ...uh it never happened." Masa more like pleaded then told him. "Please Gakuto, leave me alone. I'm happy."

"Who was that who on the phone just now?" Gackt's tone was forceful. Masa will tell him who was on that phone.

"My boyfriend." Masa replies.

"But who? Who is it that are you seeing?"

"Why does it matter?"

"I want to meet him."

"What for? So we can double date with you and that adulator you're seeing." Masa spat. "No thank yu-."

"So I can know who else is involved in this relationship."

"Gakuto, we don't have a relationship." Masa stated firmly.

"Why so formal? We're much closer then that. Aren't we?"

Masa slides the phone shut hanging up. He couldn't take this anymore. He made for the mirror letting his hair free. He knew Miyavi loved it when he wore it down, Gackt had loved it down too.

"The perfect woman." Gackt had called him. "With all the beauty and none of the awful attributes." He commented as he cupped Masa's bare ass in his hands. Gackt was beneath the guitarist admiring his beauty from below. Masa turned his head away, his cheeks rosy from the attention. He had never been with an man before nor had he wanted to but for Gackt he would. His hair was loose and gracing his bare shoulders.

"I love you..." Masa murmured as he brought his body downward to kiss Gackt's swollen lips.

Masa wind his hair into a tight bun.

"You okay?" Miyavi asked, he is carrying a plate of curried rice on a tray. He didn't need an answer. He just stepped into the room placing the tray on a nearby dresser before gathering Masa's shaking body to his own. "Seriously Masa-chan, is there something wrong?" Miyavi asks softly, twirling the free strains of Masa's ebony hair around his crooked fingers.

Don't tell him. It'll hurt him. It'll hurt us.

But had Gackt had called him. Sounded hurt about him being with someone else. But all that could be some kind of sick game Gackt was so fond of playing with him. But what if...

As Miyavi's lips made contact with his,Masa was sure that the morning's infidelity was nothing more then a pleasant memory.
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Hope you enjoyed the revised chapters. I really like them better then the other ones.