"It kind of makes me look like a fluffy kitten," he said, baring his teeth. The hairdresser sighed and smiled softly, continuing to work with the hair unmercifully, not even stopping as Gackt choked and coughed from the scent of the hairspray.

"Go on, neko-Gackt," she patted him on the shoulder,"Time for you to get dressed."

One of the dancers walked by, a pair of rediculously large gloves on his hands.

"You think YOU look like a kitten, Gackt-sama. You were there for practices. You're mocking us."

Gackt chuckled,"Hai, I am."

Masa watched as he was dragged over to another mirror and handed his clothing.

"Wai! Wai! They're too tight!" Gackt wailed, struggling to get the snake skin patterned pants up his legs.

"Gackt-chan," Masa laughed, wandering over. Gackt looked at him with those puppy dog like blue eyes, whimpering enough to rival his beloved little dachshund.

"These people are refusing to help me."

"What are you turning into? A diva?" Masa joked, standing behind the man as he ran his fingers up Gackt's thighs, then slipped them into the waistband of his pants. He could feel the waist of the thong type article that he wore, since the pants were far too skin tight for anything else to fit in there. He paused there and looked up past Gackt, into the mirror in front of them. Their eyes met there in the reflective glass and they both froze, silent and still as the backstage hands worked ferverently around them.

"Take a deep breath," Masa whispered, his own breath tickling his neck. Gackt's eyes were half closed as he nodded and did so.

Masa then proceeded to jerk the man's pants up and give him a wedgie that he wouldn't soon forget.

"Aaah! Masa! Kisama!" Gackt shouted, jumping about to fix his pants. Masa retreated a few feet to point and laugh at a safe distance.

Gackt pouted at him, finally getting his pants into a comfortable position on his legs.

"I'm gonna get you back for that."

"Sure you are."

"When you least expect it," Gackt cackled, brushing his fingers through his hair, smirking at the dark haired man.

"No! No! No! Don't do that!" the hairdressed shrieked and ran over, armed with the hairspray. Gackt wailed and ran to hide in the wardrobe closet.

The whole crew gathered around the tables set up for the lunch before the concert. Everyone was jittery, not much in the way of food being consumed, save for the band members, getting ready to give their all.

Gackt was sitting next to Masa, enjoying his own meal. One of the backstage photographers wandered over and asked for a picture.

"Suuuure," Gackt purred, leaning closer to Masa, a sensually sweet expression on his face.

"Oh no you don't," Masa hissed

"Oh yes I do," Gackt whispered back as the photographer readied the camera. Masa stuck out his tongue and went straight for Gackt's cheek. The camera flashed, the man behind the camera laughed.

"That was cute, thanks."

"Ah! Ew!" Gackt wiped the saliva from his cheek and ducked away from Masa, who was grinning smugly.

"You're getting a little too close there," Masa snickered, gesturing for Gackt to sit up straight. Him stretching forward with his legs so far apart and his face a little close to a very personal spot was getting him a little shaken.

"But Masa-kun, I need to stretch. I need to be ready for this. Pulling a muscle wouldn't do me any good at all. Why don't you try?" Gackt chuckled.

"Iie, you just told me to sit like this while you stretched, there was never any agreement that I had to too."

"C'mon! I know how wild you get on stage!" Gackt grabbed at Masa's shoulders. Masa yelped and tried to brace himself, but pitched forward. He whined and tried to sit up again, but Gackt's hands clawed at his back, dragging him down.

"Not funny! Gackt! Let me go!"

"Let's see if I can give you a wedgie," Gackt chuckled, gripping the edges of Masa's pants. Masa yelled and struggled. He won, jerking back and falling out of Gackt's reach. The singer only laughed and continued his stretching. Masa got to his feet, dusting himself off and scowling.

"Don't try that again."

"Don't bet on it."

The concert was loud. The concert was hot. The concert was one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to Masa.

The played through each song, energetic and heavy. Perfect. At one point, Masa wandered over to Gackt, sticking his tongue out at him in a playfully seductive manner. Gackt chuckled and backed away, winking.

Everything was going just as planned, no mess ups, the fans were under control. Just perfect, absolutely perfect.

That is, until the first rifs of Vanilla poured out.

Masa could not keep his eyes away from the seat of Gackt's pants as he rocked from side to side, singing into the microphone.

What's up with that? Masa thought, watching with wide eyes, I don't remember us practicing that...

He could almost barely concentrate on his guitar as Gackt sauntered over to Ren and kneeled, leaning back into his bass. Then he crawled forward, pumping his pelvis into the air.

Oh my god, what is he doing? He's acting like a little dirty slut!

And then Gackt looked at him from across the stage, smirking that little neko-ish grin as he sang into the mike.

Oh no

After the chorus, Masa slid to his knees, ready for his solo part. As he did, his face froze in shock for a brief moment as he felt Gackt's hands sliding down his shoulders.

He couldn't talk because he knew that Gackt had to sing. He couldn't talk either because his voice would go through the microphone. He leaned back, leaning back and looking up at Gackt as he slid his hand down, quickly grabbing the zipper of his shirt and pulling it down, baring his pale chest to thousands of shrieking girls.

Masa turned around to face Gackt with his guitar, blinking up at him curiously, but Gackt paid no mind to his expression as he roughly grabbed his hair and shoved his unsuspecting face right into his crotch.

Oh. My. God.

Masa just sat there as Gackt rubbed himself against his face, his singing never faltering. Masa's guitar playing, however, was a complete mess.

Oh. My. God.

All he could see was the fabric of Gackt's skin tight pants before his eyes, he tried to look over at Chachamaru, who was only a few feet away, but couldn't even focus on that.

The verse ended and Masa felt Gackt release his hair, shoving him back onto the stage. As soon as the chorus started, the singer fell down on him, straddling his hips, rocking back and forth to the beat of the music.

Right there on the stage. Right there in front of thousands and thousands of fans

This is so humiliating. This is so dirty. This is so disgusting. This is degrading.

This is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.

Masa stormed up to Gackt that night. After the performance, he was unable to talk to the singer, due to his fatigue, but after a nap and a meal, Gackt was right as rain. However, Masa had a confrontation to finish.

"What was that all about?" Masa asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

Gackt grinned at him, his expression almost tired,"I was just having a little fun, Masa-kun. No harm in that."

"Well, it wasn't much fun for me," the guitarist stated.

"Oh, it wasn't?" Gackt arched an eyebrow, lips turning up,"We're just gonna have to...fix....that."

THE END