Connection

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One

They met on-line. Neither one of them aware of exactly who they were talking to.

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He’s probably another married closet case.

HotbutDorky thought bitterly as he waited for his on-line date to appear, the pop star was hiding just around the bend of the lobby area of the hotel’s front desk like he’s done many times for security reasons. If the date was cute, he would introduce himself. If the date was a total dog he would bail out without a backwards glance.

The picky star had gotten quit a few dogs in the year and a half that he had been cyber dating but the latest one seemed like a good bet.

For almost half a year he courted Perfect me through a series of e-mails and cyber sex sessions. Normally he would wait at least three months before asking for a face to face meeting but for some odd reason Perfect me had declined many times. He also had refused to send pictures of himself but he gave a very good descriptions of what he looked like.

HotbutDorky always used a picture of a attractive cousin since he was sure that even if he did use his real picture who would believe that he was who he said he was?

“You might be so sicko trying to hack my beautiful body into itsy bitsy pieces…” Perfect me had typed three weeks prior to their arrangement.

HotbutDorky couldn’t help but laugh at that! After all he was the star, he had a lot of concerns in that department.

He dug around in his jacket pocket exacting his pack of cigarettes. He taps out a cylinder of white places it between his lips and lights up.

He inhales deep and continues to wait.
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Perfect me slipped out of the cab with cat-like grace instructing the cabbie to wait outside for him.

“If I’m not back in ten leave me.” He tells him before slipping him a few extra yen to make sure that he would do as he asks.

“Ten minutes.” The cabbie repeats as he stuffs the extra bills into his jacket pocket. He had wanted to ask for a autograph for his son but he knew not to.

Perfect me slammed the door hard behind him before strolling casually up to the hotel doors. The hotel was a classy place making him wonder if he had been picked up by some foreign business man looking for a last thrill before returning home to his wife and kids.

Naw, HotbutDorky didn’t seem the type but from their pattern of their sessions so he was sure about the business man part.

He also gathered that HotbutDorky might be older then him which didn’t bother the younger musician much since he preferred older. Guys his age either freaked out or changed their minds on him. Yeah, the pretty j-rocker had been burned before making cybering a safe bet. He just hoped that he wasn’t doing anything foolish by meeting with this guy.
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What is he doing here?

HotbutDorky couldn’t help but wonder as he took notice of the other celebrity in the building. He had only seen the guitarist from afar but there was no mistaking who he was from his movements and although he was trying hard not to be obvious about it you could defiantly tell that he was looking for someone.

Could he possibly looking for me?

He wondered with a sense of dread and anticipation.

In the entire time that he spoke with his on-line lover it had never occurred to him that he might be dealing with another celebrity but now that he knew a lot about him made perfect sense.

So here lies the question: Should he approach him?
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Five minutes to go.

Perfect me mentally counted down as he drummed his finger tips against the leather of the chair’s armrest.
Maybe he saw you and figured that you weren’t his type.

Hoping that the cabbie didn’t skip out on him, the disappointed rock god gets to his feet and begins to head out.

“Excuse me sir,” Comes a voice from behind the front desk.

Perfect me stops in his tracks, turns his head and stares at the pretty clerk from behind the desk with interest. “Telephone for you.” She says taking the phone away from her ear and placing it on the desk.

Curious, Perfect me makes for the desk picking up the phone and bringing it to his ear, “Yo?”

“Are you perfect for me?” Asks a deep yet sensual voice.

Perfect me can’t help but smile, relief washes over him upon hearing that voice.

“Only if you’re hot but dorky.” He replies with a grin.

“That I am, but it appears that we have run into a bit of a problem.”

“Meaning?”

There is a sigh.

“You’re married aren’t you?” Perfect me asks in all seriousness.

“No.” Was the flat reply. “It’s just that I wish I had met you somewhere more private due to our unique circumstances.”

“Unique circumstances?” Perfect me repeats nibbling lightly on his bottom lip as he did.

He was starting to have second thoughts about this.

“Meet me out in the hotel parking garage in ten minutes. My car is parked there.” He instructed. “If you’ve changed your mind I understand.”

“…sure…”
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This guy could be planning to chop me up! Perfect me thought as soon as he handed the phone back to the clerk. He then removed his renkai from his pocket and dialed his emergency contact number.
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He’s not coming.

HotbutDorky thought as he leans against the wall; he is waiting by the elevators for the man that would be his date, his mind going a mile a minute as he tries to figure out what they would do if he decided to see him.

What if he changes his mind about me once he sees me? He wonders as he wishes desperately that he could have a smoke but this is a no smoking zone.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when the elevator door tolls announcing the arrival of his date

The words were stuck in his throat as he stares at the man in front of him who smiles, lowers his trade marked shades and says with practiced confidence, “I’m not what you expected am I, Miyavi?”

“Gaha- Gackt?” Miyavi nearly chokes on the word as he said it.

For months he had been having a cyber relationship with Camui Gackt of all people.
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on ward to the next chapter. ^_^