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One Cut Shorter

Title: One Cut Shorter
Author: [info]stripesco04_nur
Rating: PG
Pairing: Thomas Bangalter/Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Summary: During an interview, Guy acts weird and Thomas learns why... In Thomas's POV!
Disclamier: Thomas and Guy-Manuel DO NOT have anything going on... Yet... :P

I yawn; stretching back and lean back against the leather couch. Guy-Manuel taps his foot before leaning into me, and pulling my arm off the back of the couch and wrapping it around him.
I smile and move my thumb against his shoulder blade and try to stifle a gasp... 
Guy's completely tense... more so than ever. I rub at the sore spot and feel him moan, before shooting up-right; must've hit a nerve.

As I'm about to propose that Guy should go back to the hotel, the double doors open and both Guy and me scoot as far away from each other as to not look so... together like.
Hushed excited voices began and I roll my eyes as I hear them:  "Oh my God! I cannot believe we get to interview Daft Punk!"
A young man and woman suddenly appeared, and they threw themselves into the couch across from ours.
"So..." The woman begins, "You're Daft Punk, and I'm so glad..." The woman is cut off by Guy-Manuel, "No shit we're Daft Punk. Last time I checked..."
I turn and stare at Guy speechless, as does the interviewers. The woman controls her composure before saying, "L-like I was saying... We're glad that you two agreed to do this interview. My name is Jenny Yatz, and this is my partner Ron Hophotter... he'll be doing some photos, if you don't mind."
"Yatz, what kind of last name is that?" Guy mumbles, and I stare at him, again in speechless silence.
"Yes, well..." Jenny says, coughing and collecting her thoughts, "Let's begin."
I nod my head at her, and glare underneath my mask over at Guy.

The rest of the interview goes fairly well... I answer almost all of the questions, making sure Guy doesn't say hurtful things. He doesn't, only stares at the ground and gripping his hands together in a restless manner. Flashes go off once and awhile, and it sort of throws me off thought...
"That's all for our interview, and I thank you again, but before you guys leave... I just have one more question," Jenny says, clicking her tape cassette off.
I stare puzzled at her, and acknowledge her to continue. "Does your mask still work?"
A smile hits my lips, and I hear her gasp of joy as my mask begins reading:  OF COURSE MY MASK STILL WORKS
She smiles, and turns her attention to Guy-Manuel's mask. His doesn't do anything, and she starts pouting, looking back at me and asking, "What about his?"
"His works, but I don't think he wants to show off right now," I answer.
She nods her head and goes to collect her stuff and I hear the somewhat silent "Tsk... figures."

Oh no...

"Figures what?" Guy-Manuel roars, jumping from his position on the couch and grabbing Jenny and throwing her across the room. Ron runs towards Jenny, checking to make sure she's okay before giving Guy a cold stare.
I head over towards Guy and hold him against the wall, and he thrashes, before falling silent in my arms.
"Guy..." I begin softly, leaning my mask down towards his, "What's going on? Why are you acting like this?"
He doesn't say anything, but it's not like I was really expecting an answer.
I shove Guy against the wall and head over towards the stun interviewer... "Are you okay?"
"Just a little shaken, but otherwise fine," She answers before pushing herself and Ron out the door. As soon as the door closes, I hear their heated talk:  "Holy shit! I thought they were nicer..."  "That Thomas is, but that other one... Guy..."
I snort as they mispronounce Guy's name, before grabbing Guy and pulling him along side me.

Back at the hotel and through our door, I unleash all the hurtful words I know...
After thirty seconds of ranting I notice Guy leaning against the hotel wall, and sliding down it. Dread settles in and I head towards him.
"There's something else, isn't there Guy?" I say, moving my hand onto his shoulder and feel how tense he is.
He shakes his head, but I reach my hands out and grab a hold of his mask; pulling up.
"No don't!" He shouts, moving his head away. I ignore him and continue pulling his mask off.
The mask comes off and Guy immediately shields himself from me...

"Guy? What's wrong?" I say, pulling his hands away from his face. I gasp as I look at him, and tears trickle down his cheeks.
There's a cut against his right side of his cheek, and his hair... Oh God his hair! His right side is no longer shoulder length, it's about ear length, but it's not cut professionally... And his other side is fine; still wavy and shoulder length.
I'm speechless, and I only stare in bewilderment until Guy gets even more ashamed and turns his face away.
I move my hands up and pull my own mask off, half pleading that all I was seeing was a trick. 
Unfortunately Guy looks the same, and my own tears start to fall...
"Who did this Guy?" I ask, turning him back to look at me. He tries to move his head away again, and I push my thumbs into his upper arms.
He makes a sharp hiss, and says, "Ow! Thomas you're hurting me!"
I instantly let go, but keep my arm overtop his shoulder, against the wall, making sure he doesn't go anywhere.
I keep stare at him before he answers my question, "I just got into a brawl last night, that's all. And the men were a little harsher than I thought and they jumped me and cut my right side of my hair, and I've been in a bad mood ever since."

I nod and get to my feet, pulling Guy up to his own. He looks at me unsurely, and I give his hand a little squeeze. I lead him over towards the bed, and push him onto it.
He lies on his stomach, and before he can move I throw myself onto him; pinning him underneath me...
I start kissing at the back of his head before working my way down. I rub my lips against the back of his neck and kiss/suck underneath his right ear.
"It's okay Guy. Besides, you seem so much smaller and cuter without your mane now." I say, feeling him shiver as my hands begin to work at the tense muscles. 
He pulls at my left hand; squeezing it and bringing it to his chest. His jacket is unzipped and he thrusts my hand inside. I rub at his chest, loving the way he purrs: Begging for more.
I rub up and down, before removing my hand and rolling slightly off him. He repays my kind words with simple kisses, and I stroke his hair lovely.

It's definitely going to take awhile to get used to, but I love him enough to wait...

Please leave anything!


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Jun. 19th, 2008 01:58 pm (UTC)
Good luck on your exams. I just finished taking my final exams, so I'm now summer free... Though I have to start looking for a job or volunteer work... Damn!

Yep! They always wear those masks. Just search for a picture of Daft Punk, and you'll see them with their robot masks on.

I'm so glad you liked it! :) (There'll be more to come...)

~~ Stripes
(Deleted comment)
Jun. 19th, 2008 02:43 pm (UTC)
My exams went fairly well...

I have a job .. I have to put clothes on coat hangers

My userpic is what they look like without their masks on.
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Jun. 19th, 2008 05:11 pm (UTC)
That's scary! :P
Jun. 19th, 2008 06:52 pm (UTC)
Hey! Its me again!

I sorry Im late to the party, but Ive been sick lately :(

ANYWAYS!! I loved the story!
Jun. 19th, 2008 07:33 pm (UTC)
Aw! :( I hope you get better soon!
Jun. 20th, 2008 02:35 am (UTC)
Thanks! The medicine is making me feel better, but so are your stories! ;)
Dec. 2nd, 2008 11:45 pm (UTC)
i like the story a lot, it is very intense and yet i cant stop reading, its just so "dirty" but i love it. you have a great imagination and your very creative. maybe one day they will read your stories and leave you a comment, hopefully a good one.
Dec. 3rd, 2008 09:49 pm (UTC)
Re: stories
Thank you! :)
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