Slow Poison

A/N: Since I’ve changed my style of writing again, Slow Poison might seem a little weird. I don’t really know how to write this up since I’ve been doing Masa’s story. I’m following exactly what I had written in my scrapbook, but it still seems a little well dead. This story is finished I just have to get it all down on the computer. Hope this is up to standards ^^; Prince of dark

Come morning the guitarist found himself unable to move. Gackt had attached himself firmly to Masa’s waist. He was so close he could feel as well as hear Gackt’s shallow breathing on his exposed skin.

/He’s lucky I didn’t have to use the bathroom during the night. / Masa thought as he carefully pried the vocalist’s arms from his form.

He was denied this. Gackt’s vice-like grip tightened making it hard for him to breathe. Tired of struggling, Masa carefully turned to face his ‘captor.’ Gackt’s features were locked in a state of utter serenity.

/He looks so much younger in his sleep/

Not that Gackt looked his age to begin with.

Masa leaned forward placing a kiss on each eyelid. The sudden light moisture caused the other man’s eyelids to flutter open. Masa made a face. Gacckt’s eyes were puffy and rimmed with red; the star had forgotten to remove his contact lens.

“Your eyes…” Masa began and stopped.

Letting go of Masa, Gackt quickly and quietly removed the irritating pieces of glass placing them neatly in their case on the dresser. He then smiled politely at Masa.

“You slept longer then I thought.” Masa remarked keeping a distance between the two. Both men were suffering from a serious case of morning breath.

“Pardon?” Gackt wasn’t quit sure what Masa was getting that.

“During the tour you’re always up before dawn.”

Gackt yawned an ‘ah’.

It was very true that artist was none to get up before the earth had even turned to meet the sun.

Gackt raised his hand skyward as he stood; he then excused himself to the bathroom. It was a little after eight meaning that he hadn’t slept that far off schedule.

After relieving himself, Gackt scrubbed his body vigorously before returning to his bedroom. He immediately took notice that Masa had departed.

Gackt shrugged of his absence and concentrated on more important things, like getting dressed. You normally come by around noontime and something was telling him that it wouldn’t be wise to allow Masa to linger.

Masa had relocated himself downstairs to retrieve his sneakers. He didn’t stay too long at Toshi’s when they were dating so out of habit he would do the same with Gackt.

“Masa?” Came Gackt’s voice from somewhere on the stairway.

Masa made for the stairs only to find Gackt at the bottom. He had thrown on a graphic tee as well as a pair of snug fitting jeans; his hair was an absolute mess about his head, and there was a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“I know,” Gackt sighed at Masa’s disapproving stare as he tapped the ash from his death stick, “slow poison.”

Masa nodded curtly at the remark. Feeling like he should at least say something he said, “I was just about to leave.”

“I think that you should.”
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