Thank you so much for reading! This is my first Gackt/Hyde fic and I hope to make it a sucessful multi-chapter so if you like it keep in touch!

Before you read: I dont own Moon Child, Hyde, or Gackt.So even thought this is a "behind the scenes" thing, I have no idea what either of them are in real life, nor am I trying to accurately impersonate them. Its all for the benefit of my fellow Gackt/Hyde lovers out there, kay?

Enjoy!

Hyde.

Was that his name? Gackt looked closer to the characters on the business card but they didn't change. Not that he was being skeptical, of course not. He wasn't the type to hesitate with the unnecessary, besides its not like he hadn't seen him before.

Kind of hard to miss such a lovely thing…

"Come back to bed, Gackto-san" His lover implored. Gackt turned to look at him, surprised to find that he was a little disappointed. He needed something new, someone that would refresh his motivation of well… life. It was just too easy to make love to Toji. He was always there, always willing. Gackt craved another chase, an exciting liaison, something dangerous. He looked back down at the card, flipping it through his fingers idly, remembering what his agent told him.

Don't get caught up with these fan service boy's, Gackt. There relationships controlled by the public. Your forced into them, and you will eventually be forced out of them.

Dropping the card into his chest pocket and giving Toji a farewell kiss on the forehead he left the apartment to start another humdrum day. The limo was already waiting for him outside so Gackt threw himself in and the driver closed the door.

"I want you to make an appearance at Hyde's photo shoot today." Komaji-sama droned. "You need to meet him, and possibly schedule a joint shoot next week." Gackt found him waiting in his favorite corner of the limousine seat just behind a tinted window, most of his face hidden.

Gackt nodded, pulling his elbows behind the headrest and leaning back. He was always the type of man that took most things for granted, like Mana. Gackt never loved him, but he was so damn beautiful. He could remember sneaking into Mana's changing room right after a shoot so he could have him while he was still in feminine character. But apparently he was taking it too far, and after Mana found out that he really didn't feel anything for him, he left. Was Gackt really that insensitive? He realized how much he would hurt Toji if he broke up with him now, but this spur with Hyde blinded him and Toji became a necessary sacrifice.

About half way through the drive, which turned out to be unbearably long, Komaji started fumbling through his suitcase and pulled out a thick orange folder, which he handed to Gackt.

"Pictures, in case you're interested."

Gackt hummed in compliance and took the folder, prying it open and lightly pulling out the copious papers. He turned them over and found himself facing Hyde. Those rough, dark eyes seemed so plain, as if hiding a real, and more human person within. It was an expression Gackt used often himself. He turned to another picture, leaning his elbows on his knees and dipping his knuckles below his chin, as if somehow unsatisfied. He was too good at poker to let anything show, but this image of Hyde stirred something inside him. The young man was on his stomach, shirtless and surrounded by broken glass, looking up at something behind the camera. Gackt was full aware of its cold and fruitless surface, but he still fought the heavy urge to stroke it in admiration.

The next time I see this, he thought I'll be able to reach out and touch it.

The limo finally pulled to a stop in front of the photography building, it was one he had worked in many times. Just as he was climbing out of the car, however, Komaji grabbed his arm and gave him a hard look in the eye through the rim of his glasses.

"I'm trusting your shallow judgment, Gackt. Don't make the same mistake Mana did."

He simply nodded and stepped out, adjusting his sunglasses. It wasn't a moment after he entered the building when Kyo and Imai caught up with him. They were what he liked to consider his "yes" men. They followed him around and made sure that he wasn't making a complete fool out of himself. Obviously Komaji sent them after him today.

"This one should be easy for you, Gackt, seeing as how he's so drop dead gorgeous." Kyo chirped, brushing something off Gackt's shoulder as they waited in the elevator.

"Honestly, I don't think he's your type, but there's no doubt that you'll be adorable together!" Imai retorted; afraid Kyo was being too bold. Gackt said nothing and waited for the elevator to reach their floor. Do these two have anything better to do?

After leaving the elevator Gackt ran into a photographer he had worked with and was stuck in a pointless conversation for several minutes before finally making it to the set. His job now was merely to linger. If there were any press or nosy people, Kyo and Imai would handle their questions. So with that, Gackt followed his hungry eyes to the set and found a spot behind the cameraman where he could see everything without looking too suspicious.

Hyde was more impressive in person than Gackt could have ever imagined. His bright and friendly attitude, the way he laughed when some one off set was on purposely trying to distract him. Then again, Gackt was most captivated when he would hit a pose that made the photographer shout, "FREEZE!" The lack of expression in every pose only made it more interesting to look at. Gackt found himself staring, almost rudely, during one shot. Hyde was on his stomach again, propped up on his elbows, but fully clothed.

Damn it.

The photographer finally released him and Hyde looked away from the camera, only to meet Gackt's intensive stare. For an instant, he returned the eye contact, shocked by his company. That very instant, however, the photographer shouted, "FREEZE! Right there, Hyde. Don't move!"

Hyde complied, not moving an inch from where he had placed himself. His eyes were still burning holes into Gackt's, who was returning his zeal tenfold. Gackt enjoyed this attention, and made no attempt to waver his glance. He was impressed with the boy's determination. Hyde wasn't afraid of this adulation; even though any other person would have looked away in fear, afraid they weren't worthy, embarrassed. Gackt was used to this. But Hyde stared intrepidly, daring to face him with such a confident expression.

Again with those eyes…Gackt thought, raising a bottle of water to his mouth. He didn't intend to drink it. He just wanted to feel something against his lips knowing that Hyde was watching his every move. Then, just as quickly as it started, their affiliation was broken.

"Got it! I think that's a wrap Hyde, thanks."

Gackt couldn't take his eyes off of him. Not when he got up, when he shook the photographers hand, when he laughed at a friend's joke, or when he disappeared into his dressing room. Only then did he move, making his way to the narrow, empty hall like a marauder pursuing his quarry.

This wont be like last time, he thought. This time, I wont allow a single dull moment. I want him, and I will make him want me. But not before I tease him, seduce him; tickle his senses until he collapses from the pressure of denial. Then, when he can no longer endure another second of it, when I find him broken and miserable on my doorstep begging for release, he will truly become mine.

His changing room door didn't make a sound when it opened, and Hyde had his back turned when the man entered. He was just pulling a shirt on and Gackt got a brief glimpse of the angel wing tattoo that adorned his shoulder blades. Anxiously biting his lower lip, he stepped in and closed the door behind him, which finally caught the other man's attention.

"Oi…" Hyde spoke softly, pulling his shirt over his stomach. He didn't seem surprised when he saw Gackt enter, and turned right around to grab his jacket. As cool as he appeared to be, Hyde was so incredibly tense his heart rate could have left any Tokyo drifter in the dust.

"Impressive work." Gackt said. He had wondered over to a small table and started examining a discarded vial of nail polish, but he couldn't have been any less interested in it.

"Thanks," He gathered a few more of his things before continuing. "Do you mind if we talk later, I'm kind of in a… rush…" Hyde's voice nearly stopped dead when he turned and saw Gackt looming only inches in front of him. Before he had a chance to do or say anything, he felt a hand reach up and stroke his jaw. He thought his could be some sort of test, just to see if he really was good enough for the infamous "Gackt-o". So Hyde leaned his cheek into the man's hand, felling it cup his face and stroke him almost admirably.

Then, in a remarkably swift movement, Gackt embraced him. One arm holding the smaller man against his chest and the other clutching his hair so tightly it yanked his head back and forced his eyes shut..

"I. Will. Make. You. Mine."

For the first time, Gackt felt diffident. He really shouldn't have said that, but all he wanted was to be this close to him, always. The boy held on to the man's shoulders for dear life, or maybe just to lessen the pain Gackt was inflicting on his scalp. He found letting go of him the most difficult thing he had done in a very long time, so he abruptly dropped him and headed out the door without looking back. He wasn't used to taking pity on people, but he just couldn't stand the way he had made Hyde cringe like that, his face so full of intense distaste. Not to worry. By the time he is through with him, Hyde's peaceful expression will be at his boundless disposal.

Wow, that has to be the longest chapter I've written for one series, but thanks for reading, and please R&R!

-Kodoku-shan