Slow Poison

Gacktfiction

Me and my sister have been writing Gacktfiction lately for my friend Ashely on scraps of paper. Since my puter's being good we've decided to treat you guys to what we wrote. A prince of dark and loveswhore fic. We hope you like.

Slow Poison
Gackt/Masa

Disclaimer: I do not represent these celebrities in any way, nor do I own them. I do not make any profit from this.


Gackt tapped his slender fingers impatiently on his table top drumming out a rthythm he was sure to use later in one of his songs. The genuis lyricist was waiting for his almond flavored cookies to be done. Not that Gackt, himself would eat them, he was making them for his bandmates who would be there in thirty minutes, ( his bandmates often told him that his cookies were good dispite that he, himself, had never sampled them.) giving him ten more minutes to be free of clothes. Not that the members GacktJob hadn't seen their lead singer in the buff before, it was just that lately a certain pair of eyes made him a bit uneasy. His contacted grey ones fell onto the angry red blare of the digital numbers on the stove.

/Might as well get dressed now/

He decided out of having nothing better to do. The cookies were being timed by the oven so he need not to worry about them burning. He climbed the stairs to his room careful not to trip on Bella, who was resting on the thrid step and headed for his room. He went for his drawers quickly removing a pair of slightly fitted jeans, and the hooded shirt Chacha had left the last he was over.

/He won't mind/

Gackt told himself remembering that the lead guitarist had stated that the shirt looked better on Gackt then him.

Gackt didn't feel like underwear today and since his pants weren't too tight a fit, the outfit might work. Just as he pulled his head through the opening of the shirt the doorbell rang causing the vocalist to stop dead in his tracks. All members of GacktJob had keys to the house making this bit odd.

Masa rang the bell twice more. He would have used the key but he wasn't sure rather or not Gackt was dressed.

/Something must be wrong/

Masa removed the chain he kept his key on from his back pocket. Due to the tightness of the pants he kept the string hanging out just enough for him to pull it from behind. He shoved the key into the lock, turned, as he entered the smell of almonds hit his nose along with the scent of Egotist.

" Gacktu," He shouted as he walked into the main hall.

Bell, recognizing Masa's voice took off to greet the j-rocker. The small dog sniffed about his shoes yapping excitedly. Masa squatted down, placing a hand on the dog's head. Straved for some kind of affection, Bell's tail thrashed wildly under Masa's stroking hand. She seemed to be writhing under Masa's touch.

/She reminds me of myself/

His mind flashed to the many times he had found himself beneath Gackt on stage submitting to the torture that they called 'fanservice'. He found himself wondering more and more what it would be like to be to have Gackt that way away from all those screaming fans and the hot white lights above them. A smirk played across his lips at thought of something else that was hot and white.

Gackt strained his ears to see who had entered his house. From the sound of the footsteps and Bell's excited yapping it had to be Masa.

/Why did he have to come early/

Gackt wondered a tad bit annoyed. The kawii guitarist was actually the last person he wanted to be left alone with. Lately, Masa seemed to be taking their on stage antics for something more. The way he had taken to looking at him was starting to make the star a little uneasy. After all, it was just business wasn't it?
Gackt asked himself as he moved down the stairs to greet the bass guitaritist.

Masa straighten up from petting Bell, turning towards the stairs at the sound of approaching footsteps. The currently blonde Gackt stood there looking quit disheveled-- he hadn't had time to comb his hair after pulling on the shirt, as he stood there at the middle of the stairs. The two locked eyes not really knowing what to say to the other. Masa broke the silence,

" You're playing homemaker again?"He inquired with a cheeky grin about the cookies.

Gackt only nodded as he continued his decent down to where Masa stood. Gackt then moved passed him to go check on the cookies with Masa in tow. Gackt made sure to avoid contact with the smaller man.

" What's the occassion?" Masa asked, his eyes dropping down to the seductive curve of Gackt's ample behind. Despite the fact that Chacha's hoodie was long and covered the vocalist's bottom, that ass was a hard thing to ignore.

Gackt shrugged his shoulders as he went for the refridgerator. He opened it and removed a carton of milk saying,

" Could you..."

His voice trailed off. Masa knew what he wanted. As soon as Gackt went for the refridgerator, Masa had gone for the glass pitcher that Gackt kept in his cabinet. Masa set the pitcher down onto the counter top and together they watched the whiteness of the milk color the clear glass. Gackt then returned the pitcher to the refridgerator. He then crossed the room to the small table he had his breakfast on from time to time. As he moved he asked simply,

" Did you want something?"

Masa shook his head no.

Not really satisfied with Masa's answer, Gackt used the tips of his fingers to pull the pack of cigarettes he kept there closer to his reach. He then watched as he pulled on from the pack and placed it between his lips.

Masa watched Gackt's behavior with confused interest. A part of him wanted to ask Gackt for one, another part of him longed to take the one that was poised between those pale pink lips. He didn't think about what he was doing until he was right there in front of the lyrical god.

Surprise filled Gackt's eyes as his smoke stolen away and replaced by the firm pressure of Masa's lips. Gackt

Masa ended his assault on Gackt's person as quickly as he started it. Dazed, Gackt just stared at the smaller musician.

" Slow poison." -Masa breathed out taking hold of either side of Gackt's face- " Don't you know what that shit is doing to your body?" His voice took on a softer, almost sultry tone," Don't you know what you do to my body?"

The sound of the oven's bell towed annoucing that the cookies were done.

" Ten minutes until the others arrive." Gackt replied quietly as if the incident hadn't taken place.

Stunned by Gackt's response, Masa released his hold on Gackt's face saying softly as he did,

" Gomen." He turned away quickly, his face burning with shame.

/I need to get away/

Masa thought as he walked briskly from the kitchen to the livingroom.

The embrassed guitarist threw himself down onto Gackt's sofa.

I hope he's too taken back by my actions to complain about me messing up his funiture.

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Hope u like this chap. second chap is my sis'. p.o.d