Mana's Cherries

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Mana's Cherries


Nobody could eat cherries like Mana could. There was nothing virginal about the juicy, red fruits as they disappeared in-between his full, painted lips. Today; red as the cherries he ate. Looked just as ripe and ready to burst if touched.

Red for lovers. Red as blood.

A sweet tinge in the air. Fruit scent mingled with manly musk as the illusionist kept pushing red full moons inside his mouth. Parted lips gleaming with juices.

"Aren't you coming in?" he asked with amusement in his voice as his fingers once again reached for the crystal bowl on the glass table, filled his palm with more cherries.
- What was left in the end; just a seed, just a core- naked and raped by his tongue. Licked clean and consumed, all taste gone but the bitterness...

The big seed appeared between his lips now. Pushed out. Used.

Mana had no use of a fruit that held no flavor. No soul...

If the seed found no fitting soil it would die there: The sleeping life under the hard surface be extinguished and gone - in the pile of its equally violated siblings on the glass table in Mana's hotel suite.

"What?" he asked. His smile a little uncertain now as his small, white teeth broke through the shiny, red surface of yet another victim and sank into the soft flesh. Sucking at it, savoring the juice.

Gackt didn't want him any other way.

He leaned against the doorframe, casually, relaxed. And he smiled. Even chuckled a little. Let the feel of him, the circle of his aura; Mana's magic fairyland, close around him. Stir those parts of his mind that still longed, somehow, to believe it all was true.

"It smells like Mana in here, " Gackt said at last.

"True," the black haired man replied from his seat in the chair. "Mana is here," he explained teasingly.

Gackt's nostrils flared a little. His lips curled into a charming pout as he regarded the man in front of him. He seemed so calm and relaxed but the lithe body under the black suit was unusually tense. Nobody else would have ned ted though, Gackt figured as his eyes trailed the icy coolness in front of him. Just like a painting, his Mana. Beauty perfected, - still: Even ice kept a burning core.

"Have you missed me?" Gackt's fingers trailed the wooden doorframe. He spoke silently, calmly...Was rewarded with a blink of long lashes, blue eyes that said nothing. Expression hidden under pretty pieces of ocean blue plastic - but the fake pout become real and a wrinkle appeared on the seemingly marble skin as Mana narrowed his brow, concerned. The cherries in his hand fell back into the crystal bowl, rolled down his slender fingers and disappeared from view.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason." Gackt smiled widely and pushed away from the doorframe, took the final step into the room. "It's been long, that's all..." He didn't know why he had hesitated in the first place, maybe except for enjoying the scene Mana had created for him. The silent teasing with the red berries, he knew perfectly well what significance they held for Gackt. From Mana it was a token of love. Maybe a sign that he'd shared in the same anticipation, the eager longing that had brought Gackt here across the city.
It was time to reward the man for his efforts...
He slipped off his shoes and took a few steps in on the blue-carpeted floor.

Entering the circle. Somehow like coming home.

"Mana..." Happy exclamation in a breath of air. He felt himself smile when he bent down to press his lips to the other's powdered cheek. Felt Mana's fingers in his hair, an eager caress on his cheek. Not even the artificial slices of blue could hide that Mana was happy now. He even smiled a little, lips parted and curled. Broke the illusion of heart shaped innocence - transformed it into a grown man's joy.
The wizard knew so many tricks...

The stiff black laces and the satin bow on Mana's neck brushed his cheek when he gently untangled from the dark man's embrace and flung himself down in the other chair. Opposite Mana but not too far away...He stretched ous les legs, nearly touching Mana's naked toes that dangled a few inched above the floor due to his one leg having been crossed over the other knee, placing him in a most feminine position. Yet Mana was a man today, or as manly as he could get: Make-up, laces and long hair aside. Even in jeans and t-shirts Mana would have this feminine feel to him. Like he really wasn't either but both. Just like his insides were complex and all but nothing. Like mercury, ever changing, slipping away. Refusing labels, shrugging them off like a cat with rain in its fur.

Gackt loved that about him.

Now the man who wasn't really a man but not a woman either fastened his big, cerulean eyes on him and smiled again.

"It is good to see you," he stated and seemed to relax a bit more. His shoulders sunk into the fabric - softer, less tense. Let the padding of the chair curl around his body, the wooden frame hold his weight. "How have you been?" He asked the other, genuine concern seeping through in his voice.

"Well," Gackt smiled and took off his ever-present sunglasses. There was no artificial light in here. Just daylight streaming through the windows. Gackt knew why Mana had chosen this room; no buildings marred the view, no scars in the perfect blue of the sky outside.
"You?" he asked. He noticed that he still grinned happily. Maybe even blushed a little from the sheer joy of the reunion. -Just that...seeing him again.

"Well." Mana sighed a little and shifted in the chair. His fingers went to play a little with a black rose attached to his suit jacket. They were hardly ever blue anymore, Mana's roses. Gackt wondered why. Was startled out of his thoughts when Mana spoke again:

"So your fling with Hyde is over then?" He asked. Just a hint of something...disapproval, jealousy...Gackt didn't know.

He laughed softly:

"It wasn't like that, if that's what you think..." he saidssurssuringly. "There's only one man for me," he added with a little wink and a smile. "You know that..."

"Ah," Mana shrugged. "People forget so easily," he tried.

"And some are unforgettable," Gackt replied quickly.

"Is that so, Vanilla boy?" Mana smiled again. Twitched his red, red lips ironically. His eyes sparkled under the long, fake lashes.

Gackt laughed.

"You will never let me forget that will you?" He chuckled.

"No..." Mana still smiled.

"Vanilla happens to be very erotic," Gackt said half-serious. "It's a orchid, you know..."

"Yes...and it's green." Mana's face was serious but his eyes shone with amusement.

"It's nothing like your cherries though." Gackt smiled poutingly and lowered his gaze. Slowly, almost longing, he dipped his fingers in the crystal bowl between them and played a little with a couple of globes. He hoped he wasn't rushing things but it felt like such a waste to just sit there when they both knew what he most of all wanted to do.

"No?" Mana asked a little breathlessly in reply from the other side of the glass pane.

"No..." Was that sadness in his own voice? Sorrow? Melancholy?
- Longing, he decided... Most of all there was longing...

But Mana wasn't done playing yet:

"And your boys," he said. "I trust they behave...?"

"Ah, yes, they're doing just fine. Although Masa..."

"Yes, he left you didn't he?" Mana's voice held mock sadness.

"Well, that's old news now." Gackt continued to play with a ry. ry. Squeeze it lightly between his fingers.

"Do you have faith in his vision?" Mana's blue gaze sought his darker one.

"I don't know." The cherry popped in his strong grip and pink juice started to dribble down his index. He absentmindedly lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked it off.

"Not like you then?" Mana said seriously. Watched him lick his finger c.

.

"How?" Gackt looked up at him from under bleached unruly hair.

"I always believed in what you wanted to do..." Mana explained. " *I* never doubted the wisdom in parting..."

"I know," Gackt replied softly. A genuine smile followed the statement. His gaze went to Mana's, was drowned and absorbed in the calm in there. "Thanks," he said almost inaudibly.

"I also knew your vision wasn't mine to fulfill," Mana continued, ignoring the interruption. "It was far too different from mine. I'm sorry if you have doubts about your boy, if you have no faith in him..."

"I do," Gackt smiled. "I'm just worried he wont make it on his own..." He absentmindedly put the crushed cherry in his mouth, chewed slowly while staring thoughtfully out in the air.

"Always the knight, aren't you?" Mana smiled slightly. "And working too much as usual I suppose," he changed the subject. Scolded him lightly with arched eyebrows.

Gackt gave him a sidewise glance and put the naked cherry stone back on the table.

"Not more than you do," he smiled.

"My equal in all," Mana said dramatic with a smile. "How could we ever have played on the same stage you and I?" he said. "I wonder why we didn't quarrel more..." He smiled and batted his lashes.

"Well," Gackt shifted in the chair. "For once I was young, secondly I was in love with you...and you in me I suppose...and it was just too nice fooling around up there trying to get a peek up your skirt to risk it over petty personal dilemmas," he smiled wickedly. "Besides, you were far too good a musician that I could question you much..."

"Then you left me for the Moon," it came out almost sad.

"And Mars, don't forget Mars," Gackt smiled at the other. Refused to fall into melancholy. Mana looked so much like the little, pouting girl he tried to resemble in this moment. Looking all lost; face blank. Like a little china doll.
"But I'll always come back to my Mana," he continued hotly. "You know that don't you?"

Blue eyes looked up at him again;

"I know," he said softly. "I have missed you, Gackt," he added. Watched the other's fingers play with the bracelets by his wrist.

"Then let's do something about it shall we?" Gackt asked. He knew Mana had a streak of masochism in him but his own patience was about to reach its limits. They had only this night for...who knew how long, and he most certainly wasn't going to waste it. He tapped with his fingers on the table, polished nails shone almost like the glass. He waited for Mana's reply.
A pang of insecurity. Always this nervousness when it came to Mana. If the other man one day would decide that it was over between them he didn't know what he'd do...He needed this... fix. -Needed it badly. Needed to touch the wizard. Be close to the black, burning sun of his life and feed on his ever-living energy in order to go on. Just the thought of loosing him - No, he hadn't lost him yet. He felt certain about that and his malicious goddess lowered his gaze and looked down at him.

"Do you love me Gackt?" He asked simply.

"Of course I do, as always."

Mana motioned for him then, for him to come over and close the small distance: Licked his lips unconsciously, the little tongue so pink against the deep red. Then, just a little gesture with his hand, a beckoning that didn't need a reply. For the next moment he was there. Letting all his pent up passion out.

"Mana...!" A hand curled around his jaw, kept him in place while Gackt's mouth sought the other's. Faint taste of cherry juice, sweet and seductive on his lips. He licked it off. Pressed his lips to the other's. Smelled the perfume, the shampoo and his make-up under the fruit. Felt fake lashes brush his skin. Fingers in his hair again, pressing him closer. Greedy now, Mana. Crushing the other's lips with his own. His breathing on Gackt's cheek. Heavy and hot. Moist lips parted under the pressure and let Gackt in. - Heaven in there; cherry flavored bliss. He took his time to explore it all anew. The planes and caves of Mana's mouth. The wicked little tongue, the small, white teeth that bit and rasped on sensitive skin. Sucked at him, touched his soul...
Their tongues caressed each other. Greeted each other like old lovers should. Mingled saliva, rough textures grind and pushed against each other. A wicked little game for dominance, still completely harmonious.
The taste of Mana. His black faerie magic. In that moist, warm cave of lust.

Gackt groaned and sunk to his knees in front of Mana's chair, pulled the other's head with him down. Continued to plunge his tongue deeper, harder, into Mana's mouth. Felt the other respond with heavy breathing as he let himself be pulled down to the floor, closed his eyes and moaned softly into the kiss.
He straddled Gackt's hips now, while leaning over him, never breaking the kiss. One of his hands played with the silver rings in Gackt's ear, the other was still tangled in his hair. The kiss turned messy and wet. Crossed the borders of their lips. Gackt savored the feel of the smaller man on top of him, sighed deeply and held his head in place above him, lapped roughly at his lips, wanted to...remove, the make-up. Lick him clean to taste the skin beneath. Taste pure Mana. Naked and true. No more taste of cherries. Just him. -What was real...
He moved his hips slightly. Ground them softly against Mana's crotch. The other man groaned in a most unladylike manner and answered by pushing his hips down, still crouched above the other so that their matching erections met and touched through the layers of rough and slick fabric. White and black, accessories and buttons aside. Gackt's hands moved to Mana's narrow hips and held him there while slowly grinding, pushing and caressing with his body. Kissing Mana's mouth. Licked his inside. His eyes were just slits of metallic blue now, rimmed by dark grey make-up -mirroring the clearer blue above.
's 's black hair fell in soft tendrils around his face, no amounts of styling products could keep the wavy mass in place while he leaned over his lover and Gackt knew that he didn't care. He took a hold of some of the midnight black that fell around them, held it in a gentle grasp. Brushed it upwards to see Mana's face. The round cheeks, the soft angles. The burning gaze that no amounts of make-up could take from him.
He gently broke off the kiss.

"You are beautiful," he breathed and was rewarded with a smile.

"I think my prince has missed me," Mana whispered hoarsely. Struggled to find his voice in the middle of the lust.

"But of course." Gackt smiled slightly. "I'm always missing my damsel in distress," he teased him and stretched his body leisurely. Brought Mana with him. His finger traveled his jaw line; masculine enough to give him away if one gave it a close enough look.

Mana's hands stroke up and down his arms, slowly mo ove over sculpted muscles and soft fabric.

"You want it?" Gackt teased him. Eyes gleaming with hot amusement.

"Sure, " Mana replied in that same low whisper. Sat back on his knees, still straddling the other but giving him room to undress. Gackt's gaze never left Mana's as he started to unbutton his shirt, revealed velvety skin and plum colored nipples. A pale golden perfection.
Mana smiled. His eyes gained that glazed look of admiration. Never did he feel so desired, and loved, as when he was bathed in Mana's light. Fixed by that gaze. His hands traveled the curves and angles of his chest. Moved lightly across the smooth surface. Small, slender fingers, playing their way down to his stomach, touched the soft skin gently.

"All mine?" He asked with a childlike expression. Met Gackt's gaze as he spoke.

"All yours," Gackt assured him and nodded slightly. Enjoyed the sensations of Mana's touch.
He hooked his hand behind Mana's neck and pulled him down for another kiss. Mana's hands lay flatly against his chest now. Skin to skin, it was real.
Gackt used the opportunity to slide his hands down his back. To feel his slender form under the slick, black fabric. The change in texture when he reached his pants, down his hips till he could cup his dark-clad buttocks and caress them hungrily, travel the cleft between them with his finger. Slowly, teasingly...but not as much as he would have liked to. His own lust increased with each movement from Mana. With every hot, rapid breath.
He moaned and shifted under the other's weight. Ached to feel the other's erection grace his own again through the thin layers that separated them.

"I want my Mana," he complained with a smile and squeezed said male's round, firm behind. Sighed deeply in anticipation.

Mana tossed his hair to one side with a impatient move and licked quickly across his lips, stirring his blood, before sitting back up, grinding his reato Gto Gackt's palms.

"And have him you shall." He gave a lust filled smile, winked coyly down at the other and started to remove his jacket, revealing a pin striped black shirt.
Gackt tried to move his fingers under the other's weight and he shifted a bit. Gave him better access to stroke and caress the two half-globes in his hands.
He quickly loosened the complicated fastenings of the bow and lace creation on his neck and put it aside. Lay in neatly down on the powder blue carpet. Not a wrinkle in the satin, no curls in the laces.
Gackt hissed lowly and impatiently. Reluctantly, he let his hands go from their current occupation and lifted them eagerly to help the other free himself from the skintight fabric. Slid across the slickness, found and pinched his nipples lightly while Mana's fingers quickly moved down the row of small black buttons.
Did his fingers tremble a bit? It sure looked like they did. Gackt grinned and marveled at the creamy, smooth skin that was revealed.. He left the peaked nipples to themselves for a bit to help Mana peel the fabric off his shoulders. So smooth that skin, like living silk...
Gackt effortlessly raised his torso from the floor, took advantage of the moment where Mana's hands were caught in the fabric to reach up and taste him. Kiss and lap at his skin. Suck gently at a puckered piece of flesh. -More pink than plum, Mana's nipples. Gackt loved them. Their sensitivs. Ts. The way they felt in his mouth. Like small pieces of hard candy, frozen raspberries - only... warm. He could feel the pulsing of a tiny vein on his tongue if he concentrated. Mana's blood flowing through his body. He bit lightly at it, stretched the skin with his teeth, heard Mana moan loudly and felt his hips jerk against him. Mana's hands were on his shoulders, stroke down the smooth curves to his arms.

His skin tasted of Mana. Only of him. Smelled like Mana. Felt like him...

He rocked slightly in his lap now as Gackt's lips traveled up to his neck. Lapped and nibbled at the pale throat. Dipped down and breathed softly against the juncture below his ear. Filled his mouth with soft flesh and tiny pieces of jewelry. He felt sure there was a diamond in there somewhere, among small crosses and silver rings as he sucked it all into his mouth to taste Mana's ear lobe.
Mana moaned again. Let his head rest on Gackt's shoulder while steadily rocking against his hips. Grinding their bodies together with a firm pressure against Gackt's crotch.

"Touch me," he breathed and Gackt's hands traveled up and down his spine. Caressed his skin greedily. Pressed wet kisses to his jaw line. Mana stretched and molded against him. Paid attention to every move; every shift in the other's body. Parted his lips in preparation when Gackt's lips closed in on them again.

Suddenly Gackt took a hold of the other's sides and flipped them over. His body moved gracefully under Mana's and escaped the other's weight. He kept his hand protectively under Mana's head as he lowered him to the floor. Positioned himself on his fours above him. A seductive smile played on his lips, made him look feral and almost cruel. Like a tiger on the hunt. Crouched above his victim, or his mate...
He growled.
Mana gave a soft chuckle.
Their gazes met in a mixture of humor, want and love.

"I want my Mana," Gackt said again. Childlike. Stubbornly. Flaring nostrils.

Mana spread his legs beneath him. Took a deep breath in excited anpatipation. When Gackt sat back up to his knees and reached for him he closed his eyes. When his finger trailed his belly button he sighed. When the other's thumbs hooked inside the lining of his pants his hips jerked off the floor. He gave a ragged outburst when he tugged and the buttons slipped through their holes, effectively opening his pants.

Gackt smiled wickedly when Mana opened his eyes again.

"Naughty," he smirked and looked down at the naked flesh he'd just discovered. "Where are your panties, Mana?" he smiled ferally.

"Gone..." Mana muttered absentmindedly and shivered visibly when Gackt's warm hand engulfed him. Moaned and whimpered when he began moving his hand up and down the length. Gackt leaned in over him again. Steadied himself on one outstretched arm and sought his mouth once more. His other hand never left the slender organ but kept steadily pumping it rhythmically, forced pearly drops of liquid to escape the delicate slit.
Gackt loved to see him like this: Lost in the inner heat he so easily controlled in every other situation. Now he was absorbed and softened by passion. This was what his music was made of. Born from the same depths of Mana's soul. The same richness. The same flavor. The same strong spirit. Burning. Flaring.

Mana's fire...

His hands curled around Gackt's neck almost shyly, stayed there for a while before he moved them further down. The dark-haired man groaned intoir kir kisses and met Gackt's hand with soft thrusts. They slid their chests together: Warm, smooth skin caressed while their breathing fell into the same pattern.
Nothing childlike about Mana now as he found the linings of Gackt's pants and slipped one hand inside, opened the zipper enough to get space to move, search for and find what he was looking for. Gackt gasped lowly and closed his eyes at the feel of the caressing fingers. It was moist in there, he could feel it, as Mana's clever fingers moved up and down and around in circles. Teasing his pounding flesh while kissing him deeply. His tongue moving in time with his fingers. Slid and caressed him into a rhythm that was solely Mana's.

Gackt wanted none of it though. He had plans. With a deep sigh of regret he slowly freed himself from the kiss and the caress. Left his pants open for Mana to see but uncurled his fingers from his length. Mana just looked at him. -A little offended maybe: The stare was blank. Lips moist with saliva, not painted anymore, just swollen and naturally red. He still had a pout. -It wasn't all magic lipstick that created the shape of a heart.

"Relax, lover," he smiled teasingly. "You'll get to touch it later," he swore in a deep whisper. It was hard to force his voice to carry now as he was choked and silenced by ragged breath and insistent, pulsing need. He arched himself down Mana's body, crawled slowly backwards over slender limbs and smooth curves, touched the skin briefly with his lips as he went. Brushed kisses like magic dust over the slightly shimmering surface. Mana did indeed look like a creature from the underworld now, framed by the baby blue of the carpet. All his colors in stark relief: Just like him, Gackt mused. He never really fit his surroundings unless he had created them himself, and even then Mana's wonderland was unpredictable and filled with contrasts. Heaven and hell mingling on the same stage. Innocent evil, in those eyes...

He dipped his tongue in Mana's navel, pressed kisses to his stomach. Licked a little, bit his skin. Soft and smooth and smelling faintly of roses. Clean and neat - memories of the past...Mana's lithe body resting on his hips, his back pressed against the glass wall of the shower. Steaming heat and unbearable sweetness as the other slowly rocked them both to completion. Spray of warm water, smell of soap. Wet hair a blond slick coil down his back.
Suddenly it didn't feel so long ago...Not when he nuzzled Mana's skin with his nose, noticed how the scent of roses faded and was overtaken by that of strong musk as he approached the crucial area of his body. Mana shifted restlessly under him when he breathot aot air over his sensitive parts. -Smelled like healthy man down there. The illusion was completely gone by the time he tasted a drop of salty liquid on Mana's skin.
He took a hold of the slick, wrinkled fabric and tugged. Felt Mana's arch his hips from the floor when he pushed his pants over his narrow hips and down his thighs.
Naked now Mana, with his hands placed above his head. Like a heathen offering, or the demon about to receive. Mana could be both...God and victim. Understanding the rules of the cycle. No pains no gains. To have you must give. One must suffer to receive...
The rules of the game. The crook of the mana.
He lifted one hand leisurely and wrapped his palm around the slender organ resting on Mana's tummy. Held it so he covered it all except for the head:

"Still looks like a cherry to me," he said, smiling with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

Mana smiled lazily up at him, his breath shivered slightly and his chest rose and fell heavily.

Gackt sat up to his knees and reached for the bowl on the table. He filled his palm with small, red fruits and held them over Mana's body. Let them fall, one by one, down on the smooth surface while gaz gaze sought Mana's playfully; laden with meaning. Mana smiled back, his mouth twitched as if he struggled not to laugh, which was probably the case. Mana loved such games and Gackt was determined to make him happy.
The red globes rolled over Mana's body. Some of them stayed on the slightly trembling plane, fell to rest in hollows and caves, others rolled down to the blue floor. Lay there like obscene kisses against the soft blue. Like tiny puncture marks on a creamy white throat or angel feathers dipped in blood. Pretty much like Mana...
Once the last cherry had left his hand he bent down and ate the survivors from his lover's skin. Rolled them across it with his tongue. The cherries were cool and smooth. He deliberately made mess, smeared Mana's lower stomach with juice and saliva. Mana arched and moaned beneath him. Gave a ragged outburst when Gackt rolled one of them up his erection, took him in his mouth while he continued to move the ripe fruit over the blood filled length. Pressure firm and constant until the cherry burst: Mingled sticky sweet with the faint salty taste of the clear fluid that dribbled from Mana's body. Gackt gave small sounds of delight while he sucked at the pulsing erection. Felt it twitch in his mouth.
Mana's leg slid over his shoulder, lifted him higher up, in closer contact with the source of pleasure. Gackt kept the cherry stone hidden under his tongue until he let the strained flesh in his mouth go. He lifted Mana's leg in the air and rose to his knees, removed the little seed and put it on the table. His lips pounded and it was hard to force air down his throat. His whole body contracted with almost painful excitement and anticipation when he looked down at the equally aroused bon thn the blue carpet. Mana's hands grabbed for him, his eye lids were half-way shut, he shifted restlessly on the floor.

"Come," he murmured and licked his lips. "Don't wait any longer..."

Gackt brushed the remaining cherries from Mana's stomach but took a new one from the bowl. One of the few who'd kept its stem for aesthetical purposes. With a will that was about to give in he forced himself to pull one last trick on his love and bent over him with the cherry dangling from his mouth, leaned over and held it over Mana's mouth. Just to watch him...just to see him consume it. One more time see the tempting red of life disappear into the warmth of his mouth. Nobody could eat cherries like Mana could...Make it look religious, and sexy to the core.
He lowered the cherry down in the darkness, the open mouth beneath him. Knew Mana's tongue would rinse it clean. Peel the sweet, juicy piece of fruit from the kernel. Consume it in the fires within.
Talented that tongue of his, Gackt knew it from experience and a fleeting second he wished he were the one who'd received the treatment he'd given Mana before. But they still had time...still had the night...
The naked stone appeared on Mana's lips. Pushed out by his tongue. His fingers came to remove the stem from Gackt's mouth. No expression on his face when he replaced it with his lips. Just eager sweet lips and cherry flavored hotness.

"No more..." he muttered when the kiss had ended.

"No more," Gackt replied hoarsely and rolled off his body. Brushed cherries aside as he lay down and let Mana's fingers pull his pants down his hips.
Once naked, Gackt's gaze fastened on the ceiling. He felt more than saw Mana climb on top of him. Hair swept over his face and his necklace was lifted from his chest and brushed aside behind his neck.

"Always my prince?" Mana whispered to his skin.

"Always," Gackt replied and spread his legs obediently for Mana's insistent hips.

Mana's fingers trailed his chest again. Took a hold of his face and kissed him deeply. The he sat up and Gackt heard rustling in fine fabrics. The scent of coconut filled his nostrils and he smiled slightly. Mana was always so considerate.
He spread his legs wider when Mana's small, slick fingers began trailing the cleft between his buttocks. Lifted his hips off the soft floor when he felt the insistent pushing against his entrance. When he felt the fingers slip inside he sighed deeply.
It was indeed his turn to receive...
His penis twitched and his muscles contracted when Mana's clever fingers brushed against that sensitive spot. He gave a sharp intake of breath and Mana made small soothing sounds above him while slowly moving fingers in and out. They were slippery and slick with coconut-scented lube.
Gackt looked up at Mana's face; absorbed and mesmerized by the sight of his own fingers. Lips pale and parted. Eyes shiny with want.
More coconut in the air and the fingers disappeared, Mana appeared above him, his hands held Gackt's legs, pushed them up over his chest. Fully exposed and opened Gackt moaned loudly with pleasure and anticipation when he felt himself be filled up by the other once again. Guided by a sure a hand Mana's hardness pushed effortlessly inside.

"Mah-nah..." Gackt breathed and writhed on the floor when the dark haired man began moving inside of him. Built up a rhythm of rapid thrust. Forceful and sure.
He leaned in over Gackt and ate greedily at his mouth while steadily pumping in and out of him. Grinding Gackt's arousal between them as he moved. A slippery cherry and coconut friction.

"Mana!" Gackt held the other around the shoulders in a grip he knew would be painful, but he couldn't be any gentler because he'd already lost control. On his way down to that pleasurable abyss, the white noise of orgasm already humming steadily inside of him. He trembled and took. Trembled and received. Twitched and spasmed every time Mana hit that sweet place inside. Was roughly brought all the way down to the sound of his own ragged moans.

Hot liquid flooded out of his body. A glistening carpet that glued them together. Mana's hair in his face. Soft and silken. He had blood on his lips, must have bitten himself when he came. The smaller man on top made a loud sound of relief and buckled between his thighs. A fine shine of sweat covered his body now and his hair clung to his forehead. He panted loudly and rested his cheek on Gackt's chest.
Gackt could feel another warm stream trickle down between his buttocks and into the carpet below. He lowered his legs slowly. Gathered them around Mana while their breathing fell into the same pace. Slowly taking them back up to light and day.

Having. Had bhad.had. Taken. No denial.

He basked in the blessed, exhausted warmth. Sated. -Nothing like sharing the aftermath with Mana. Sticky and messy and yet it felt clean. His hair lay like a glistening veil of black across Gackt's chest. His make-up was still in place, long lashes flutd agd against his skin. Mana did indeed know the value of waterproof, but then again, so did Gackt...
The scent of semen and blood made up harsh reality though. No disguise in that mixture. No hiding, no pretence. No glittering circus of blackness and light - no colorful display of madness and sorrow...just that: Juices of life. The sated raw soreness was a reminder. They were wrapped in human scales after all.

-And inside those scales their hearts were beating.

Mana laughed silently, still with his cheek pressed against Gackt's chest. His hands around his neck playing with his necklace. It was a happy, sweet laughter. When he spoke it was soft and smiling:

"You have become the Prince of Japan now, everybody knows and admire you," he said. "You can have any lover you want, still you always come back to me, why is that?" Deep blue eyes looked up at him with a ironic expression but he didn't wait for an answer: "They should have known, all the women and men who desire you who it is who *gets* the honor of fucking you from time to time..." He said it calmly, still playing with the jewelry.

"You aren't bitter, are you Mana?" Gackt replied lightly.

"No, I just wonder why." Mana arched a fine, nicely ked ked eyebrow at him.

"Because..." Gackt's gaze went back to the ceiling. "This is where I come from," he said honestly and squeezed Mana's shoulders a little.

"Yes... Another child from Mana's lap..." the man replied dramatically and caused Gackt to giggle lowly.

"Do they all come back?" he asked.

"They never leave!" Mana said and rolled his eyes. "They just pretend to, except for you..."

Gackt could see why. The lap was the source and the source was the sun... His moon was just a reflection...
Mana did indeed hold his mana. Without its dark rays he would crumble and fade. Mana was pure inspiration.

"You touch the darkness in me," he said without warning. "Without you I'll forget that it's there..."

"Do you need it?" Mana asked lowly.

"I need it," Gackt said simply. Held the other even closer to him.

Mana's darkness was the kind that binds. The only one who could look at his soul and find the irregular patterns and shadowed corners beautiful. Stir up the sadness and longing, challenge his ties to humanity like no o cre creature could. Within Mana and his mind he found relief.

"When all of this is over," he said and referred to their careers. "I want to move with you to an island."

"Really?" Mana's eyebrow moved up again.

"Yeah, don't you want to?"

Mana took a minute:

"Yes, I think I would like that..."

"There wouldn't be anyone else there, though. Just you and I, so you would have to leave your lovers behind." Gackt spoke quickly in a childlike manner. Spun the dream around them like a cloak. "Would you mind that?"

"You would want me to yourself?"

"Yes... Just you and I, Mana..."

"Wouldn't it be boring?"

"With you and me? No way... Think of all the music we could make... Do you have many lovers now?" He abruptly changed the subject. Something crisp and fragile came into his voice.

Mana shifted unortaortably:

"No, of course not... Why do you ask? What about your ladies? I never ask about them..."

"No but... they are women."

"And *you* are my prince. Don't worry about them...I have men, but only one of you...You know that..."

"Do you love me, Mana?" He returned Mana's question from before.

Mana smiled and lifted his head, looked down at him with laughter in his gaze.

"I remember the first time I saw you," he said. "You seemed so fragile. Like you were made of glass. You seemed to have this cool but thin ace,ace, that's what I thought at the time...A surface that barely hid the light inside...So much energy...such a burning soul in there," Mana's finger traced patterns in his face. Over the cheek, down his nose. "But you never did...break. You just grew and bloomed and in the end you broke free so yes, I love you. How could I not?" Mana smiled slightly and presa gea gentle kiss to his lips.
Gackt smiled back. He should have known better than to expect a simple yes from the other. Always love, yes, but never completely. Never without that final bit of hesitation. Poetic explanations that veiled the truth, brought the masks back on.
He thought he knew why: Mana feared him in a way. As the only child he'd survived the game and sprung back from his lips without a trace. Soul and visions intact. He'd let Mana taste him, but never consume. Never, totally, own him. He'd been chosen and sucked at but never swallowed in the captivating darkness of Mana. Never been illumined beyond repair by his creative splendor...and that's why he was still there: Resting with Mana sprawled across his body. Why he still was able to touch the subtle mystery of imagination and spleen that lived within that lithe, fragile looking body. Touch it, and not get burned...

He summoned all his strength now. Summoned it and met Mana's gaze:

"Do you love me...like a man?" he asked him plainly.

Mana seemed to smile but he wasn't quite sure. The light was dim now as the night veiled the sky outside in layers of increasing darkness. Painted the world in a darker blue...
Soon they would light the candles and drink red wine. They would love each other till dawn. Leave each other empty, scratched and sore: Raw. Take what they desired from the other, take it, till there was nothing left to give...Nothing, but the lingering satisfaction that would stay with Gackt for weeks. Having been given the Mana treatment all over again.

"I love you," Mana said at last. "I love you like that as well..." Then he rose from Gackt's body. Reached out a hand to help him from the floor.
"My God," he suddenly uttered and obviously took him in: The dark shadows, the outstretched hands, and doubtlessly a rather eye-catching mess around his most vital areas. "You really look like a fallen, dark angel right now," he continued with sparkling eyes.

Gackt his his hand.

"Oh, I am," he smiled playfully. Mana's dark angel, that's what I am...

The End