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Last Night | Glass Drama

Not three minutes after I met Hyde, I realized my chances of properly communicating with him were slim to none. The fact that my Japanese was limited to the first four chapters of the Berlitz method and his English vocabulary rivaled that of a roadside billboard lead us to more awkward silences than I can count. When Hyde attempted either English or Mandarin, he left me with a constant string of "What? Could you repeat that? Come again?" while my Japanese merely got a smile and a nod. We silently decided it best that, during the few times we were accidentally left alone, we'd wisely choose random things to stare at as opposed to making four-word conversation in whichever language we could manage. At best, our relationship was that of strangers who passed each other on the street every day, but never said more than a polite "hello" in either poor English or poor Japanese.

That's why, when I woke up one blisteringly humid morning in Taiwan to find myself spooning with a slumbering Hyde, I shrieked.

Suddenly awoken by my outburst, Hyde instinctively thrashed at the disheveled sheets, hitting me several times in the face. I quickly tried to avoid further injury, but unfortunately rolled off the bed and landed hard on my back, which I had already injured the day before during a shoot. I swore several times before noticing that Hyde was screaming at me in Japanese.

"Wang blah blah blah blah!" his voice filled the hotel room. I, of course, didn't comprehend a word he said.

"What's going on?" I panicked in English. "What just happened?"

"Why are you here?" Hyde finally managed to calm down enough to say something I could understand.

"I don't know," I answered. I quickly tried to remember what had happened the previous night. I remembered that we had cut for the day, some of the cast went out for drinks...

Hyde's eyes suddenly blazed with fury. He extended his hand and pointed down at me. "Clothes!" he shouted then hid his face with the bed sheet.

Fearing the worst, I looked down at myself. Indeed, my fears were warranted, for I discovered that I was completely naked. Snatching a pillow from the floor to cover my privates, I leaped to my feet, and sprinted to the bathroom. After securely slamming and locking the door, I slapped myself. I hoped to whatever God there was that this was all a terrible, drunken dream and soon I would wake up in my own bed alone or, at the very least, with a woman.

I spotted a terrycloth bathrobe hanging from a hook on the door and grabbed it. After making sure it was securely tied, I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom. Though Hyde had seemed just as confused as me, perhaps he could fill in some of the gaps about the previous night.

"Hyde," I said, reentering the room. I stopped dead in my tracks when I discovered that the room was vacant of any short, Japanese men. I gave the room a quick once over, suspecting that Hyde might have hid himself under the bed, but soon concluded that he was not there. A ray of hope shone for a moment, suggesting that waking up to find Hyde's sleeping form lying next to me might have been a terrifying hallucination. However, I was still in Hyde's hotel room. I cursed again.

While I frantically searched the room for my clothes, my logic tried to find reason behind this. Maybe I had spilled some deadly material on my clothes and had to take them off. But I did manage to find all my clothes in tact and that still didn't explain why I was spooning with Hyde. Maybe we were both so drunk, we passed out and just happened to randomly fall into that position. But that didn't explain why I was naked. As I desperately tried to dress myself, a terrible thought crossed my mind. Maybe Hyde raped me, or worse yet, Hyde and I had had consensual sex! Without waiting to properly put my shoes on, I reached for the door knob, hurting my back further, and stumbled out of the hotel room, not even bothering to close the door behind me. I sprinted down the hall, wondering if I should first go to a chiropractor for my back or a priest for what had possibly happened the night before.

As I rammed myself into the down button for the elevator, I heard a ding and the elevator doors opened. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't encounter someone I knew, but my luck just didn't seem to be plentiful that morning. Standing in his typical, pseudo-enlightened way was Gackt. He turned his attention away from the mysteries of the universe and over to me.

"Good morning, Leehom," he greeted in a friendly tone, trying to hide his Japanese accent. "I was just going up to your hotel room. What are you doing on this floor?"

My mouth felt completely parched as I tried to think of any way of explaining what I wasn't too clear on myself. I decided to do what I usually did with Gackt when I didn't want to talk to him.

"S'all up in duh top floo's whack wit duh heat, you know what I'm sayin'? Fo' shizzle!" I explained in obsolete Ebonics. Though I would probably get my ass kicked back in the States, I was thankful that Gackt was too proud to admit that he had no clue what I was talking about.

"I see," he responded with a nod, then quickly changed the subject. "Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Actually, I was thinking of..." I stopped myself short. A part of me wanted to sort everything out with Hyde before he jumped to possibly false conclusions, but another part of me wanted to forget it. Maybe if I pretended it didn't happen, then it really didn't happen. After all, it was my word against Hyde's. Not that Hyde would run around the movie set screaming about seeing more of me than probably was legal.

"I could use a cup of coffee," I said, feigning a yawn.

"Good," Gackt replied with his usually strained-looking smile as I stepped into the elevator. "I was thinking we could have it at the hotel today since we don't start filming until afternoon."

The elevator sped down. "Sounds great," I said. I tried to think of more to say, anything that would keep my mind off of Hyde, but questions kept flooding my head. What do I do around Hyde now? How can two straight men have sex even if they were extremely drunk and unable to tell the difference between right and left? If we did have sex, who was on top?

"Are you alright?" Gackt asked, furrowing his brow in a concerned manner. "Did you have a rough night?" He snickered.

"I don't know," I answered honestly as the elevator doors opened to the lobby.

We walked across the marble floors to a café near the lobby. As Gackt yammered on about some malfunction with the water machine for the rain scene scheduled for that afternoon, I felt my heart implode. Wearing dark shades typical of a man either hiding from the police or suffering from a massive hangover, Hyde sat at one of the corner tables. He immediately spotted us and hid his face behind a newspaper while I tried to turn tail and run, but Gackt took hold of my arm and motioned for me to sit with Hyde. Hyde said something to Gackt in Japanese about having to call someone, but Gackt laughed him off.

It was my duty to save each of us from the awkwardness that was to come. "Oh, sorry, Gackt, I just remembered I have to meet my cousin by…" I looked down at my watch. Or rather, I looked down at where my watch should have been. Instead, I found a bare wrist. As Gackt intently waited for me to finish, I began to panic: I had left my Rolex in Hyde's room.

When Gackt realized my silence was permanent, he said, "Leehom, I understand the importance of family. If you must, you may leave. But I have a special request for you. Hyde here has expressed a concern for the core members of the cast. While you and I are very close, as are he and I, Hyde feels he has had trouble getting to know you."

My jaw dropped. Had Hyde told Gackt? Or did Gackt set this whole thing up?

"It is very important for actors to have chemistry off set in order to have chemistry on screen," Gackt philosophized as if this wasn't his first major acting role. "I'm not asking you two to be best friends, but if maybe you could make an effort to befriend Hyde on some level." Gackt paused to chuckle. "I think this is the longest you two have ever spent time off set together."

I relaxed a bit. So Gackt had no idea about the position Hyde and I had woken up in. Still, it didn't make the situation any better. Gackt expected me to go out for beers or watch basketball games with Hyde. Unfortunately, we were a little beyond that point.

"I have a meeting with Zeze," Gackt stated as he stood. "See you this afternoon." He then said some cryptic Japanese to Hyde, who replied with a phrase not taught in polite Japanese classes.

When Gackt was safely out of ear shot, I said in a hushed voice, "What the hell is going on?"

"You were in my room," Hyde hissed. "Why?"

"I told you, I don't know!" I raised my voice slightly. "You were the one who told Gackt you wanted to spend time with me."

Hyde looked shocked. "No." He paused to search for the words. "It was his idea."

How typical of Gackt. Though his intentions were pure, Gackt decided to make Hyde look like he was worried about the chemistry between two actors. It was obvious that Hyde couldn't care less about how many boyhood stories we swapped; it was really Gackt's problem. Still, there were more important things at hand.

"Do you remember anything about last night?" I asked desperately.

Hyde shook his head. "No. You?"

"No," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I just remember drinking a lot."

"We didn't," Hyde began as he nervously tore his newspaper. "I'm married and…"

"Of course not!" I answered automatically, though I had my doubts.

Biting his bottom lip, Hyde started to make a noise, but held it back. I saw in his eyes a hint of something he knew that I didn't.

"I'm feeling..." He couldn't think of the words.

"Feeling?" I questioned, urging him to continue. "Tired? Hungry? Sad? Angry? What?"

"My..." Though he probably didn't know the word, I also sensed he didn't really want to tell me what he felt.

"Head? Hand? Foot?" I tried out different words.

"No," Hyde answered, his eyes darting all over the room. "You know... I feel where my... my..."

I waited impatiently. "Music? Acting? Lyrics?"

Hyde slammed his fist on the table. "Shut up! Let me finish." He cleared his throat. "I feel where my shit happens."

I gave him a completely blank stare. Granted his English was extremely shaky, I could not understand the meaning behind that phrase. I thought about it for a few moments and Hyde buried his face in his hands, shuddering slightly. The combination of his obscure answer and his body language finally gave me the answer.

"Your..." I hesitated on the word. If I said it, it would make it true. I whispered, "Your ass hurts?"

Face still covered by his hands, Hyde nodded.

I felt all the blood in my face drain away. "Maybe you had... um... a... you know... a big shit or something."

Hyde looked up at me with an expression of disbelief. "That's a different feeling!" he screamed in Japanese. He took a deep breath before continuing in English, "I do not love you."

"The feeling's mutual," I replied grumpily. Before I could say anything more, I realized what Hyde was suggesting. "You think I wanted to have sex with you?"

Hyde cringed at the word "sex," then motioned for me to talk quieter. "I did not want to have sex with you. I'm married."

"Then we were just really drunk, right?" I said. "Listen, Hyde, let's just forget this happened, alright. If Gackt wants us to hang out together, just make up some excuse. Understand?"

Hyde nodded.

***
I spent the rest of the morning and all of the afternoon with a hoard of concerns hovering over my head like an angry storm cloud. I always considered myself perfectly comfortable with my heterosexuality. Like most healthy people, there would be moments in my adolescence where I would have to seriously ask myself if I was what I was, but I was completely assured that I was happily straight. Also, I had absolutely no qualms with homosexuals; if they enjoyed what they were doing, then all the power to them, as long as I wasn't around to witness it.

However, what did it mean if I not only had sex with Hyde, but also was apparently content enough to spend the night spooning with him? Even though we were piss drunk and suffering from amnesia, I knew enough psychology to realize that at one point I had consciously thought, "Hyde is a sexy beast and I would take much pleasure in ravishing him."

And what exactly did I find attractive about him at that pivotal moment? He was just a belching, hairy man like the rest of us. Even though his beautifully deep brown eyes bared a great intensity, his skin appearing perfectly smooth with tones so evenly flawless, his body petite yet impeccably built, his tongue long and supple…

I looked up from my script that night and heard my masculinity shout, "Hey, that Hyde is hot for a dude!"

"What?" I responded.

"I said," the director's translator repeated, "are you all set with make-up?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said hastily as I stood from my chair, threw my script down, and walked onto set.

"Wait!" I heard the costume director yell in Japanese. "Wang, where's your watch? You were wearing it yesterday for this same scene."

For the second time today, I felt my face grow pale. My brand new Rolex was somewhere in Hyde's hotel room, but if I didn't have it on for the rest of this scene, on camera it would look like it disappeared. I desperately shot Hyde a plea for assistance, but he was too busy sitting off set and avoiding my gaze.

"I left it in my hotel room," I said in the best Japanese I could manage. "I'll go get it."

The whole crew and most of the cast gave me looks of discontent. I tried to laugh it off as if I was just being the dumb American, but inside, I was again panicking. Everyone was watching me and if I approached Hyde to ask for his room key, many of them would be quite suspicious. Thankfully, the restless Gackt began bossing the crew around about the next scene. I stealthily sprinted to Hyde.

"It's in your room," I whispered.

"What?" he asked.

I sighed. "It's in…"

"I heard you!" he stated. "That's a problem."

"Give me your room key," I ordered, looking every which way to make sure no one was watching us.

He stood. "I'll go."

"That'll look suspicious," I said. When I saw Hyde furrow his brow in confusion, I continued, "If you go and I don't, they'll know I left it in your room."

Hyde shook his head. "I mean, we'll go."

I was close to slapping myself in the face from impatience. "Hyde, you realize that's even more suspicious."

As if he had read my mind, Hyde bopped me on the head with an open palm. "I don't want you going through my stuff. If you go now and I go a little later, no one will suspicious anything."

"Suspect," I corrected, but decided not to rub it into his face for he seemed ready to attack me again. "But what are you going to say to get you off set?"

Hyde and I suddenly glanced towards Gackt, who was barking at a technician about the rain machine prematurely going off in his face. A light bulb seemed to appear over both our heads as Hyde stood, pretending to absent-mindedly investigate the situation. He strolled on set as if he were taking an afternoon walk through the park, hands behind his back as he glanced at the trees. Without warning, the rain machine shot water into the air with the same intensity of a fire hose. The water made an arch, crashing down about five feet away from Hyde. As Gackt and Zeze shouted for the technician to shut it off, Hyde quickly made sure I was the only one watching him and leaped into the water. Either the force was too much for his little body or his acting skills had greatly improved, for Hyde slipped into a pool of freshly made mud. After the water finally shut off and Hyde was thoroughly covered in mud, he let out a fabricated shriek. Like an eagle protecting its young, Gackt shot over to Hyde.

Before I could applaud his brilliant performance, Hyde nodded, giving me the silent signal to meet him in his hotel room. I hurried away from the set, glancing back to make sure the crew was instructing Hyde to go get showered. Luckily, I saw Gackt motioning for Hyde to go to his hotel room, avoiding any contact with his muddy co-star for fear of dirtying himself. Laughing, I sprinted the rest of the way to the hotel room.
Forty-five minutes later, I was still waiting for Hyde to arrive. I began to worry that our whole plan had backfired, but soon regained hope when I heard an awful squishing noise coming down the hall. I spotted Hyde carrying his shoes and socks in a clear plastic bag in one hand and a very clean key-card in the other. Despite the fact that the bulk of the mud had been wiped away, Hyde's clothes and skin were completely smeared brown, some of it had even dried into a grayish crust. I snickered as he approached.

"Shut up," Hyde grumbled as he swiped the key-card.

"What took you so long?" I questioned, attempting an annoyed voice, but I couldn't help but continue to chuckle.

"The crew tried to clean me off," he began, "but I said I needed a shower. So I left and when I got to the hotel, I found my key." He stopped, probably because he couldn't explain it in English. Instead, he reached into his pocket and took what looked like a slab of dried mud.

"Your key got covered in mud?" I asked as he nodded. "So you had to get a new one?"

Hyde nodded again as we stepped into the room. Chunks of mud fell off of him as he walked, creating a trail on the carpet. He picked at his ear, and then suddenly screamed as he flung what looked like a worm off his finger. I couldn't stop laughing until Hyde whacked my head with a muddy hand.

"Your watch," he snapped rudely.

"I thought you didn't want me going through your stuff," I replied with equal rudeness.

Hyde sighed, glancing at the bedside table. I followed his gaze to find my Rolex sitting innocently by the telephone. Sheepishly I picked it up and put it on, grumbling an apology. Hyde merely shrugged his shoulders.

Though I was fully aware that that was my cue to leave, something prevented me from obligingly leaving and forgetting I had ever seen the inside of Hyde's room. I found myself inattentively staring at Hyde as he tried to tell me with his eyes that he wanted me out.

"Why'd you help me?" I blurted out. "You could've just said my watch wasn't in your room."

Hyde snorted. "I don't need your watch," he stated.

"That's not what I mean," I replied. "You completely embarrassed yourself so that you could help me."

He darted his eyes towards the ground. "That's an interesting question," he said silently in Japanese as if he were only speaking to himself.

"Well, thanks," I said bashfully.

Hyde's eyes suddenly shot up to meet mine. Again, I noted how incredibly intense they were, having the ability to show even the most incomprehensible emotion. His lips curled slightly then parted into a grin. I was a little taken aback by his sincere joy of hearing my gratitude. With the realization that Hyde had selflessly aided me when he could have simply laughed me off, I began to feel slightly bewildered. Not only were Hyde's actions definitely uncharacteristic of his typical indifference, but also his air seemed to change. Instead of the overly cool manner he usually displayed, I began to see an endearingly thoughtful side of Hyde. And it goes without saying, this side was incredibly attractive.

"You have," he spoke up suddenly, pointing at my hair.

I delicately touched my head to discover a huge chunk of mud crusting in my hair. Apparently it had gotten there when Hyde hit me a few minutes earlier. I chuckled; my mood had lightened since first entering the room. Hyde joined in.

"Looks like I'll have to take a shower too," I replied. "See you later." However, I didn't budge. Something was again preventing me from taking the few steps towards the door. This time, though, it was physical.

Hyde had made his way towards me and grabbed my arm. "Here?" he said, motioning towards the bathroom.

All my logic was telling me that my hotel room was only two floors up and I could take a shower there. But the rest of me was saying Hyde's shower was incredibly convenient, and that wasn't just laziness talking. I pushed logic back into its little close-minded box and stepped into the bathroom. However, when Hyde followed and shut the door, I panicked.

"What are you doing?" I shouted more than asked as Hyde flung his muddy body into mine.

"Whatever happened last night must have been wonderful!" Hyde confessed in Japanese. "And I can't stop thinking about it." He tugged at the buttons on my shirt.

Feeling a stirring in my pants, I pushed Hyde away and tried to get towards the door. "I thought we were going to forget about it."

Hyde grabbed me around the waste and, with surprising strength, pulled me towards him. He whirled me around and stared at me directly in the eye. "Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about it," he said, trailing his hand down my now exposed chest.

I couldn't lie. "Yeah," I choked as his hand reached my waistline.

He began to speak in Japanese, but all I could gather from it was "homo," "straight," and something about Gackt. At that point, it didn't really matter. I stopped him in mid-sentence (I think), wrapped my arms around his torso, and gave him a kiss full of tongue. My tongue rolled in his mouth, our breathing growing heavier as he shoved his hand down my pants. I flinched with the sudden sensation of flesh against my own and began to think straight again. Technically, this wouldn't be the first time engaging in homosexual intercourse, but it would be the first homosexual experience I would be able to recall. Before I could push Hyde away again, he broke away from me.

I began to think he was calling it off, but when he turned the knob on the shower, I realized he was not only going to ravage me, but ravage me while wet. He quickly removed his muddy pants and sleeveless shirt with little difficulty and motioned for me to remove my clothes as well. I obeyed, though not as eagerly as he had been. When he removed his briefs, I blushed. The combination of the billowing steam and his incredibly filthy naked body reminded me more of the boy's locker room after gym class than any ideal sexual fantasy.

However, this feeling did not linger long when Hyde stepped into the shower stall. Through the smoky glass, I saw the mud gradually drip down the contours of his nude form, revealing his perfectly smooth and toned skin. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as his hand traveled down his torso and to his pelvis. With water trickling down his face, he opened his eyes to glance at me and seductively licked his lips. At that point, I nearly ripped off the rest of my clothes (though my watch was carefully placed near the sink) and bounded into the shower stall. I pounced Hyde like a hungry beast. We grabbed at each other, molesting any piece of flesh we could get our hands on. When I found his erect member, logic snapped back into place.

"What am I doing?" I exclaimed, backing up against the tile wall.

"Don't stop now," Hyde said in a slightly raspy voice.

"But I'm stra-" I began, but was interrupted by his fingers gently touching my penis. His whole hand was around it in no time, swiftly pumping. Chills ran up and down my spine with the sheer pleasure the friction was causing. After a few vigorous strokes, I came, the water quickly washing the cum off his hand. I let out a moan and a sigh as Hyde brought his hands to my shoulders. He unexpectedly turned me around so I was facing the marble tile, my body pressing against the smooth surface. I felt his hands then move down my back to my ass.

"Hold on!" I ordered, whirling around to face him. "I thought, well, I mean, you're…" I tried to think of a polite way of pointing out that I was the manliest person in the room, if only by appearance.

An expression of disappointment crossed his face as he looked down at his penis. He then turned his attention to my face as if to say, "I'm a man too! I have needs!"

I fidgeted a little before estimating that he wasn't too incredibly big and it probably wouldn't hurt that much. I subsequently turned back around to face the wall and wasn't quite sure what to do next. Feeling three fingers running up my thigh, I spread my legs slightly. I then realized there were actually two fingers gracing my thigh and one raging cock squeezing between my butt cheeks. I braced myself, hoping the combination of soap and water would provide some sort of lubricant. Realistically, I knew there was nothing that would prevent the impending shooting pain usually associated with the toughest prison pimps and proctologists. Emotionally, I really didn't care. Hyde's incredibly passionate kissing made me hard again, and I decided that the moment he finished, I'd…

"Hyde!" I heard a voice call from the other side of the bathroom door.

We froze.

The voice said something quickly in Japanese.

Hyde backed away from me and I spun around to face him. We looked into each other's eyes with an equal dread, knowing exactly who was just outside the door and was about to discover that his two leading men were engaged in the forbidden act of sodomy.

"Just a minute, Gackt!" Hyde called in Japanese, not breaking eye contact with me.

I mouthed, "What should we do?" but Hyde gave me the all two familiar expression of confusion.

He turned off the water and shoved me against the wall as an order to stay put. After grabbing a towel and stepping out of the shower stall, he whispered, "I'll get rid of him." Quickly, he wrapped the towel around himself and opened the door just enough so he could squeeze out without leaving any room for Gackt to peak in and see me standing in all my vulnerable and wet glory. Hyde then slammed the door shut.

I heard Gackt crack some corny joke and Hyde give an exaggerated laugh, though his nervousness was all too apparent.

"Wang something something something," Gackt said without me understanding anything more than my own name.

"I don't know," Hyde answered quickly. I assumed Gackt had asked where I was. It had been over an hour since I left the set with the mere intention of finding my watch.

Then I heard Gackt say what I sincerely hoped I had mistranslated. "Mind if I use your toilet?"

"NO!" Hyde shouted. There was silence for a few moments before Hyde said something in a more calm tone.

The other retorted with a chuckle and what must have been a phrase close to, "Nonsense, Hyde! It's not like you're hiding a naked Taiwanese male pop star in there."

My eyes darted around the room for a towel or anything I could reach from my post in the shower stall. Even if Gackt did enter and found me in the shower, at least I'd have my nether region covered. Unfortunately, there was only a single hand towel on a shelf just in my reach. I snatched it anyway, figuring anything was better than nothing.

The door opened a crack as I held the towel over my privates, anticipating Gackt's utter horror. Luckily the door slammed shut again as Hyde spoke at an extremely rapid pace. I heard the door to the hallway open and relaxed a bit, leaning against the tile wall. Closing my eyes, I cursed everything that came to my mind for putting me in this situation: first and foremost was Hyde, then Hyde's penis, then my own penis, and finally my Rolex for not staying on my wrist.

When I opened my eyes again, I was staring directly into two ice blue irises.

"Holy shit!" I cried out of shock as Gackt folded his arms over his chest and cocked his head to one side.

He didn't seem as surprised as I had expected. Instead, he gave me an almost patronizing look and said, "Perhaps my English isn't as good as I thought." He paused to free himself from Hyde's grip. Apparently, Hyde had tried to prevent Gackt from going into the bathroom by strangling him with his collar. Gackt continued, "I requested that you and Hyde strengthen your relationship. This is hardly what I envisioned."

I desperately tried to cover all that I could with the little towel.

"It's very important," Gackt rambled on, "for actors to become allies in this otherwise unforgiving business. I guess I should be ecstatic for this revelation."

"Gackt," I interrupted. "Shut up and give me my clothes."

Ignoring my remark, he continued, "But frankly, I'm disappointed. You and Hyde are making such a great effort that you're forgetting about the third leading man."

I gawked. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Gackt replied, glancing at Hyde briefly and then back to me in the full monty, "you didn't even think of asking me."

I nearly slipped. Hyde suddenly perked up upon seeing my shock and asked what Gackt had said. Gackt obviously repeated in Japanese what he had said to me, for Hyde's face flushed.

"Threesome?" Hyde said in English.

Smiling in a more sinister way than I had ever seen before, Gackt nodded. Again, logic was telling me how incredibly repulsive a situation I was getting myself into. However, Hyde and Gackt both noticed the hand towel I was holding move.

Before anyone could give permission, Gackt stripped himself of all his clothing, even the garish leopard-print thong, in a matter of seconds. All three of us stood there, either nearly naked or completely naked, in utter silence. Gackt had his arms akimbo, beaming with confidence in a most perverted way. Hyde slouched with his mouth slightly agape as if he were ready to either puke on the bathroom floor or give a blow job. And I shivered, fearing I might suffer from hypothermia before any of us did anything.

"To the bedroom?" I suggested in Japanese, my teeth chattering.

We casually walked out of the bathroom. This wasn't my first time having multiple partners at one time, but this was entirely different. Mostly because all the other times had been with women, but also because, to put it lightly, these two guys were frickin' Gackt and frickin' Hyde! Not to mention I'd have to work with them for some months afterwards. I suspected Hyde might be incredibly embarrassed to be around me, which didn't really bother me since I would feel the same. But Gackt would start treating me like one of his bitches. Sure, he exercised some power over me as it was, but that was nothing compared to how I had seen him treat the members of his band. It was at that point that I realized Gackt's methods "to become allies in this otherwise unforgiving business" were through a mass orgy of the important people involved. I half expected Zeze, Taro, and Zeny to pop out of the curtains.

When I snapped back to reality after my musing, I found Gackt straddling Hyde in the bed with his back towards me, kissing Hyde's neck. I took a few steps back, wanting desperately to bolt out of the room and to the safety of something completely heterosexual. But Hyde spotted me staring and again licked his lips seductively.

Gackt turned around. "Come here," he ordered.

I inched forward.

"Closer," Gackt beckoned, patting the mattress.

I inched a bit more until I reached the edge of the bed. Sitting next to the lump of flesh that was Gackt and Hyde, my penis became extremely alert.

"Here's what we'll do, Leehom," Gackt began as if he were choreographing a scene for the movie (which also made me look around the room cameras), "we'll both be on top of Hyde." He stopped as his face winced slightly. I looked down to see what could have possibly caused him to flinch, when I saw that Hyde's face was making all sorts of contortions and realized that Hyde had just entered Gackt.

Noting my stunned expression, Gackt stated, "This is just a bit of foreplay." Though my real question was how he could barely make any reaction about the bum fuck, I decided to inquire later. I made a wild guess, however, that it was because Gackt was a slut.

Gackt rocked, causing Hyde to moan as he clawed at his back. He finally relaxed as Gackt moved off of him. Before I could look for any traces of blood mixed in with Hyde's cum (no blood would determine if Gackt was indeed a slut), Hyde grabbed my arm and pulled me close. I pushed aside all inquiries and apprehensions as Hyde wrapped his legs around my torso.

"Do you want to use lubricant?" I asked Hyde, attempting to sound like a tender lover instead of what I really felt like, which was a dirty slut engaging in a threesome.

Hyde shook his head as I realized he was putting something up his hole. I wasn't sure if lubricant had magically appeared or he was using his own cum, but honestly, I didn't care. As I eased my cock into Hyde's hole, I tried to look into his eyes, but there was something blocking his face.

I staggered when I realized that Gackt, with his back towards me, was sitting on Hyde's face. Hyde's hands had moved up to where Gackt sat, and he was apparently giving Gackt head. At first I was angry that Gackt was occupying the man I was trying to screw, but soon understood that this was a common position in homosexual threesomes. My mind didn't linger long, for Hyde's heel kicked me lightly in the back, indicating that I should continue. Obligingly, I humped Hyde so that my cock was up his ass. I heard him gasp slightly, though I'm not quite sure if it was because of what I had just done or if it was because Gackt was choking him. Regardless, I continued to rock back and forth, enjoying the warmth and moisture as my eyes rolled back into my head.

Without warning, I felt a light kiss against my neck. I turned my head slightly and noticed Gackt massaging my abdomen and giving my neck a thorough tongue bath. My mind was in a haze with complete indulgency; the pleasure was absolutely overwhelming. We were all panting and gasping, occasionally moaning or grumbling some incomprehensible sex speak. I was beginning to think that, despite what conservatives said, homosexuality was alright. Until I felt something wet and quite large get shoved up my anus. Instinctively, I attempted to flee, but I was jammed between a rock and a hard place (excuse me, Gackt and Hyde). Since the wind was completely knocked out of me, I couldn't make any protests for Gackt to stop. While my front was thoroughly enjoying Hyde, my back was painfully pleasing Gackt.

When I finally came in Hyde, he let out a quite feminine exclamation of "yes!" I pulled out as he scooted away from me, giving me a very satisfied glance. Unfortunately, without Hyde's support under me, I collapsed to the bed sheet with Gackt still securely on top of me. Relentlessly, he moved inside of me, possibly tearing some vital muscle. The pain, at this point, had dulled and I merely lied on my stomach as Hyde sat up against the head board, admiring Gackt's endurance. He pulled a cigarette out of a carton on the bedside table and lit it, gazing intently as if he were taking notes. Soon, however, this admiration turned to impatience as Hyde crawled to Gackt and tweaked his nipple. Gackt yelped. I felt a warm sensation, but no wetness. Still, he pulled out and rolled over next to me on the bed. I glanced over to him and saw him rolling a condom off his dick and throwing it into the trash. I wasn't sure if that was an insult or not, as birth control wasn't exactly an issue and I certainly didn't have any STDs (not that Gackt asked), but I let it slide. Besides, despite the lubrication from the condom, my butt hole was in too much pain for me to speak up.

Hyde handed a cigarette and lighter to Gackt as he said something in Japanese, which caused both of them to snicker. But when they noticed my annoyed face, they both gave me patronizing kisses on the cheek.

"I hope you enjoyed it," Hyde cooed, unintentionally accentuating the word "it" as "EET!"

I couldn't lie. Despite Gackt's unauthorized entry, it had truly been the most passionate sexual experience I had ever had. I immediately replied, "That was wonderful."

"Was that your first time? I mean, with a man?" Gackt asked bluntly, playing with my hair.

I chuckled, exchanging a secretive glance with Hyde. "No, not exactly."

"Oh?" Gackt encouraged nosily.

"Well, not until recently," I replied.

Hyde snickered as Gackt questioned, "How recently?"

I answered, "Last night." Hyde and I burst into laughter.

Puzzled, Gackt continued his inquiry, "With whom?"

Since we were already being open (literally), I decided to just come out with it. "Hyde!" I chuckled as Hyde playfully bit my shoulder.

Gackt's face turned completely pale. "That's impossible," he murmured. "You must be mistaken."

"We don't remember anything," I admitted, "but we did wake up spooning together."

"But Hyde and I spent last night together," Gackt stated.

"What?" Hyde and I said in our respective languages.

"Don't you remember?" Gackt asked Hyde in Japanese. When Hyde indicated that he didn't, Gackt continue on in Japanese. I watched as Hyde grew paler and paler, then suddenly flush, and finally completely white.

"What happened?" I questioned impatiently.

"Sorry," Gackt apologized as he turned his attention to me. "We all got completely intoxicated last night, you remember that part right? Well, you passed out at around one, so Hyde and I had to take you back to your hotel room. After we made sure you were safely in bed, Hyde and I got a little, what's the right word?"

"Frisky," Hyde responded, not making eye contact with either one of us.

"Yes, that's it." Gackt nodded. "We were getting frisky. So we went to Hyde's room. After some sexual activities, I discovered that my partner here had passed out from the alcohol. Not being a rapist, I decided to leave it at that until there was a knock at the door. I answered and found you, still completely drunk, complaining about the heat on the top floor. Since it was much cooler in Hyde's room, I let you in so you could stay the night. You volunteered to sleep on the floor, but I wouldn't hear any of it; you had injured your back during the shoot from that day, so I instructed you to sleep on the bed."

Again, I noted how Gackt's intentions were pure, but his logic was completely misplaced.

"I figured Hyde would not appreciate you sleeping with him in his bed," Gackt continued, "but I also didn't want to move him. So, I instructed you, Leehom, to sneak out before seven in the morning, which is usually when Hyde wakes up. You said you were an early riser and that you also would wear your watch so you'd be able to check the time easily. I was content with that, so I left, anticipating no further complications." He smiled slightly, apparently pleased with his story-telling ability.

"But that doesn't explain why I was naked," I pointed out.

"Obviously you were hot," Gackt noted, "so you took off your clothes to cool down."

"And why was my watch off?" I pressed.

"Rolex's tight gold weave may have caused you to sweat," he answered as if he were in a Rolex commercial.

Hyde and I glanced at each other. Without communicating verbally, we agreed that this situation, though highly enjoyable, was completely avoidable. If only we hadn't jumped to such brash (though logical) conclusions, none of this would have happened. However, it was obvious that we really didn't care about how we got to our activities that night. After all, who really cares about the completely extraneous, dull, and even far-fetched means? It's the end (especially the smut) that everyone really cares about.

END.