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22 December 2006 @ 05:26 pm
Fic: Like Father, LIke son 1-5/?  
Title: Like Father, Like Son
Author: Anestel
Email: Anestel@hithanaur.net
Website: http://anestel19.tripod.com/index.html/
Livejournal: www.livejournal.com/users/anestel
Genre: X-Japan, The TRAX, DBSG
Pairing: YoshikixHeath, RosexJaeJong, Rosex?
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): AU, possibly minors involved in sexual situations(16-17 year olds), yaoi
Disclaimer: Rose is not Yoshiki’s son(dur). I don’t know them. This is fake; it is a figment of my overactive, untamable imagination.
Summary: Yoshiki recieves the surprise of a lifetime. Can he and his lover deal with a new addition to their house?
A/N: The other day the words just sort came to mind and I started writing and here it is! This is *completely* pretty much AU! Not real! Fiction! Got it? Also eventually TRAX and DBSG will become groups but for now they aren’t together yet. When they do form there will probably be more pairings. ^_^


Chapter One

-Febuary 2002-

“I have a what?!” Yoshiki demanded, nearly yelling into the phone.

“You have a son, Yoshiki-san,” said the soft female voice on the other end. “He’s sixteen now…I can’t take care of him anymore.”

“You have to be kidding me,” Yoshiki said through gritted teeth. “Are you sure he’s mine?” he asked, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Of course, Yoshiki-san. Please… I need your help,” she said softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Yoshiki asked, sighing in frustration. “How is he going to get here? When?” Yoshiki began spouting out the questions as they flew through his mind.

“I have a plane ticket for him all ready. He’ll be arriving in Tokyo airport tomorrow evening. His flight is 347 on the Korean international airline…”

“Can he speak Japanese?” Yoshiki asked, laying his head back on the couch.

“Hai, you think I would have let him not learn? He can speak English too. His name is No.”

“No…” Yoshiki repeated.


“Yoshiki…” Heath’s soft voice came from behind the couch as the other hung up the phone. “Something wrong?” he asked, wrapping his arms aroudn the other’s neck, leaning down to kiss his ear.

“I have a son,” Yoshiki said flatly, tilting his head away from Heath’s kisses. “He’s sixteen. His name is No. He’ll be here tomorrow…” Yoshiki whispered. “Heath…” he murmured, turning his head to look at the other. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You have a son! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Heath thundered angrily, pulling away and crossing his arms.

“Because I didn’t know till just now!” Yoshiki yelled back, tears filling his eyes. “He was born before I even knew you, but she never told me she was pregnant,” Yoshiki tried to explain though his throat was tight.

“He’ll be here tomorrow?” Heath asked softly. “What are we going to do with a sixteen-year-old?”

Yoshiki shrugged. “I guess he’ll get the guest room… Hopefully he’s bringing his own things. We’ll probably have to do some shopping… I’m sorry Heath,” he said thickly.

Heath hopped over the back of the couch, sitting beside Yoshiki. “everything will work out,” he whispered, pulling Yoshiki close against his chest.

Yoshiki nodded, closing his eyes, letting Heath hold him. “I reallydon’t need a son around, Heath. I don’t know how to be a father and I all ready have so much stress in my life,” he said into the other’s shoulder. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and he reached up to wipe away the wet trails.

“Yoshiki, it will be fine. I will help you,” Heath promised, running his fingers through Yoshiki’s hair. “It’ll be all right,” he said again.

Yoshiki nodded numbly, caressing Heath’s neck gently, kissing it. “It’ll be all right,” he repeated.


The airport was crowded as usual as Yoshiki made his way through the mass of people searching for Gate 30. The plane would land soon; the man had decided that it would be better for him to go alone; though now he wished he had allowed Heath to come.

Gate 30.

There it was. Was he ready for this? To meet his son? No… but he couldn’t just leave, though his insticts screamed at him to run. He soon stood in the waiting area, staring blankly at the runway.


Rose chewed his gum with his mouth wide open as the plane descened, hoping that his ears wouldn’t pop. He couldn’t believe his mother had shipped him off to live with some stranger, even if said stranger was his estranged father. He closed the magazine. He just didn’t understand why his mother had done this! They had been happy and content. Well, at least he could speak Japanese. Things could be worse; she could have shipped him to Timbuktu or Kalamazoo.

A few minutes later the plane landed it was time to get off. He hesitated, pulling down his bag and walking down the aisle. Each step took him farther from home and closer to his new life. With each step his feet grew heavier. If only he could run back home.


A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. T_T And…I know that Rose is older but shush it lol. It’s fiction and I felt like making Jae older.

Chapter Two

Yoshiki swallowed nervously. He had been given a brief description of No MinWoo, his son. He chewed his bottom lip, searching for who could be his son. Finally he saw him, well it could be him. “No MinWoo,” Yoshiki called.

Rose looked up, scowling as he walked towards the other. “First off don’t call me anything but Rose,” he said nastily. He psuhed some of his blond hair out of his face.

“Hello Rose… I’m Yoshiki,” Yoshiki said nervously.

“Don’t you mean, ‘Daddy’,” Rose said sarcastically.

“You don’t have to call me that or anything. Yoshiki is fine,” the older man said, studying Rose. The blonde was wearing tight black leather pants and a bright pink shirt that oddly enough matched.

“Whatever. I guess I can call you Dad,” Rose said, though the name held more malice than endearment.

“If that is what you’d like. Let’s go get your luggage and then go home,” Yoshiki said not sure what to do with the siteful teenager.

‘This isn’t home,’ Rose thought to himself, sighing softly. “All right,” he finally said aloud. “Will there be food?”

“Of course. I’m not going to let you starve,” Yoshiki said, walking towards the baggage claim.

“Well how fatherly of you,” Rose said his voice dripping with malicious sarcasm.

Yoshiki sighed softly and again wondered if he could really do this, but again he couldn’t just ran away Rose was his responsibility now.


“You have a lot of luggage,” Yoshiki commented, galncing at the full trunk and a partially full back seat.

“What do you expect to happen when you’re a teenager being shipped to a foreign country because your Mother is tired of you?” Rose asked not really caring if the other answered, climbing into the passenger seat.

Yoshiki sighed, getting into the car. He didn’t know what to say or what to do. He could hardly believe this was his son. He wasn’t ready for this. He felt panic well in his stomach but forced it away. He had to get to Heath, quickly.

Rose stared out the window blankly. Japan was definitely different from Korea. Could he fit in? Would he be accepted? Why had his Mother dumped him off like this? The questions tortured the young teen’s mind and he struggled to push away the thoughts. At least his boyfriend hadn’t dumped him as well.

“We’re home,” Yoshiki said, climbing out of the car. He glanced at the door, smiling as Heath came out. “Rose this is Heath, Heath this is Rose,” Yoshiki said, looking between the two.

Heath held out his hand to Rose but the blond ignored it and grabbed some of his bags, all but stomping inside the house.

Yoshiki looked at Heath helplessly before he grabbed a bag and followed Rose.

“Where’s my room?” Rose asked.

“I’ll show you,” Yoshiki said, leading Rose down the hall, opening the guest room. “This is it, you can decorate it however you want,” he said nervously.

Rose dropped his luggage on the floor. “It’s all…white…” Rose said, crinkling his nose in disgust.

“Well I can help you paint and decorate it,” Heath told Rose, coming up behind Yoshiki and setting the rest of the boy’s baggage down.

“Really?” Rose asked and almost smiled when Heath nodded.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” Yoshiki said quietly, leaving Rose and Heath alone.

“So are you his boyfriend?” Rose asked Heath.

Heath smiled, nodding. “Yes we’ve been together for nine years,” Heath said, his love and adoration clear on his face.

“My boyfriend and I have been dating almost a year,” Rose said. “But I don’t know when I’ll get to see him again…” he murmured quietly.

“What’s his name?”

“JaeJoong,” Rose answered simply. “He’s a little bit older but not much.”

Heath nodded a bit. “I’ll leave you to unpack,” he said, smiling slightly at Rose. “We’ll call you when your dinner is done. The bathroom is just across the hall.”


“Rose, dinner’s ready,” Yoshiki said, after he opened the door, greeted with the disorganized mess of Rose’s unpacking.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Rose said non-commitedly.

Yoshiki watched as Rose sat a red-jeweled heart-shaped picture of himself and another boy. “Who’s that?” Yoshiki asked.

“Someone,” Rose answered, brushing past Yoshiki. “Hey Heath,” Rose greeted when he entered the dining room.

“Hey Rose,” Heath said, setting a pan on the table. “Go ahead and take a seat.” He glanced up, seeing Yoshiki was standing in the doorway looking a little upset. “Yoshiki?”

Yoshiki looked at him, forcing a smile. “I’m fine,” he murmured, as he passed by the other both taking their seats.

As dinner began it was quiet for the longest time. “Rose… you can tell me if you want or need anything. This move must be hard for you, but it isn’t easy for us either,” Yoshiki finally broke the silence.

Rose shrugged. “Whatever…” he muttered, staring down at his food. He finally sighed after eating a third of his food and left the room without a word to either Yoshiki or Heath.

A/N:The email addresses in this chapter are not JaeJoong and Rose’s real emails(at least not that I know and I’ll probably never know either of their real emails). Also, *makes a face* I’m not particularily pleased with this chapter but I hope you like it anyway. ^_^ Some constructive critism would be appreciated. I’m wondering if I’m doing well with characterization. I mean just in general as if they were original characters. What do you guys think? Are they believable?

Chapter Three


Rose tore through his bags and suitcases, trying to remember just where he had put his laptop. “There!” he exclaimed a few seconds later, smiling to himself as he pulled out the case, setting it on the desk. He opened the case, pulling out the laptop and cords. He quickly plugged everything in before searching for a phone jack.

The phone jack was found under the desk and Rose hooked up the final cord before turning the laptop on. He waited impatiently, hoping it would work…

It was going on an hour later and Rose had managed to set up a dial-up connection. He grinned, checking his email though he hadn’t recied anything since he had left home. He sighed a bit, hitting compose message.

To: naturalplayboy@hotmail.com “Jae”
From: rosesareblond@hotmail.com
Subject: Hey


So I made it to Japan. My father… I don’t even know really. This dial-up connection really sucks. They don’t even have DSL I guess. My room is disgusting. It’s WHITE! Everything is WHITE… Dad’s boyfriend…I think his name is Heath or something…is cool. He said that he could help me paint and redecorate. It seems so weird to have to email you when I’m so used to just talking or hanging out with you for hours. Maybe we can call each other later. I miss you all ready, Jae. Write back.


Rose hesistated a moment before hitting the send button; his words had seemed so odd when he had reread them. He shook his head and then smiled a bit as an idea struck him and he hit the compose button again.

To: naturalplayboy@hotmail.com “Jae”
From: rosesareblond@hotmail.com
Subject: Me again…

Download AIM!


After sending the short note to JaeJoong Rose went to aim.com and quickly began installing it, though the download seemed deathly slow with the dial-up connection. Impatiently he tapped his pink fingernails on the desktop.

Rose glanced at the door a moment. Well, he couldn’t stay in her forever… he was thirsty. With a sigh he stood, glancing to make sure the download was still going…15%… ’Can it go any slower?’ he thought in annoyance, but finally left the room. He found the kitchen easily enough and grabbed a coke from the fridge poping it open.

“Rose,” Yoshiki said, having been about to go to the other’s room when Rose had left. “We need to talk.”

“’Bout what?” Rose said his tone clearly stating his disinterest in whatever Yoshiki might have to say. He took another drink from the can, looking at a magnet with a blank expression.

“You’ll be starting school next week,” Yoshiki said, leaning against the edge of the counter, watching Rose. “It’s a nice school from what I’ve heard…”

Rose looked up a little surprised. “You’re not giving me time to get settled in? I’m not ready to start yet!”

“You have to start some time. Next week is as good a time as any.”

Rose’s temper was a bit short all ready and he clenched his teeth slightly. “I don’t want to start then and you can’t make me!” Rose forced out his voice raising slightly, almost daring Yoshiki to fight with him.

Yoshiki regarded Rose a moment, taking a deep breath to help himself maintain control of his words and actions. “Whether or not you like it, whether you respect meor not, I *am* your father and now your legal guardian. You’ll start school next week and that is final,” he said firmly.

Rose glared at him openly then, his fists balling up. “You’re not my fucking father!” he nearly screamed.

“Rose, go to your room,” Heath said quietly but firmly from the doorway. He watched Yoshiki as Rose brushed past him briskly, stomping to his room and slamming the door. “Yoshiki…” Heath murmured gently, moving forward he pulled Yoshiki into his arms the drummer’s face crumbling.

“I can’t do this, Heath,” Yoshiki whispered into Heath’s neck.

“You can and you will…it just takes time. Be patient,” Heath encouraged. “It just takes time.”


Rose clenched his fists as he sat back down at the computer.


Finally, it was done. Rose installed the program, watching the screen and trying to calm down. He wanted to go home. He was scared, scared to start this new life; he was just plain scared.

When the installation was finished Rose checked his email again and smiled when he saw Jae had written back.

To: rosesareblond@hotmail.com “Rose”
From: naturalplayboy@hotmail.com
Subject: re: Hey

My Rose,

I’m glad you got to Japan safely. I hope things are going well with your Father. I know you must be having a rough time.

*chuckles* I’m sure you’ll have your room pink and purple in no time. Sounds like you’ve made a friend in your Father’s boyfriend. Maybe they’ll let you get DSL if you ask. I miss you so much all ready Rose. We’ll have to plan out wasy to talk on the phone and meet each other nowa nd then. Anyway I’ll talk to you soon.


I installed AIM my sn is NaturalPlayboy19. I’ll be around for another couple hours if you can get on.

Rose giggled softly and then finished setting up an AIM account.


Rose grinned at the name and sighed, nearly bouncing at the prospect of talking to JaeJoong.


A/N: This chapter is going to be kinda short and yeah...the aim SNs are not their SNs! Lol Again I'm not happy with this chapter. I think I wrote it horribly. T_T


Chapter Four

Rose finally managed to sign onto AIM several minutes later and after typing his password wrong a million different ways. He immediately added JaeJoong's screenname.

A little window popped up in the corner of the screen, showing JaeJoong was online. He smiled and doubled clicked the name:

Blondredroses: Hey

Rose sent the message nervously waiting for JaeJoong to reply.

Naturalplayboy19: Hey Rose
Blondredroses: Yay! It works!
Naturalplayboy19: -laughs- of course, silly
Blondredroses: What are you doing?
Naturalplayboy19: Talking to you and working on a paper for school...
Blondredroses: Oh, sounds like major fun.
Naturalplayboy19: No kidding. Nothing like 15 page paper on Globalization
Blondredroses: Ew.
Naturalplayboy19: My point exactly. But it's due next week and I've just now started.
Blondredroses: That's extremely intelligent of you. –giggles-
Naturalplayboy19: I know. -_-

"Rose," Rose heard Yoshiki call and groaned slightly.

Blondredroses: My father is calling me...I should go, I guesss. I love you.
Naturalplayboy19: All right. Junsu wants the computer anyway. Take care and give your father a chance. I love you.

At that they both signed off and Rose turned the computer off with a heavy sigh. He missed Jae so much all ready... He shook his head and hurried towards the living room to see what Yoshiki wanted.

"What were you doing?" Yoshiki asked, sitting by Heath on the couch, head leaning on his lover's shoulder.

"I fixed up a dial-up conncection on my computer," Rose answered tersly. He didn't want to tlak to Yoshiki; he didn't want to bein the same room as the man.

"You should ask before you do something like that," Yoshiki replied in a soft voice.

"Why should I?" Rose asked bitterly. "I miss my home and the people there. How else can I talk to them!" Rose said; his voice unintentionaly rising in pitch and volume, not that he cared that it did.

"This is your home," Yoshiki said firmly though he shook slightly.

Rose's eyes narrowed angrily. "This is –not- my home. You are –not- my father!" he nearly screamed in his hurt and rage. He then turned abrubtly, stomping back into his room like the petulant child he was.

"Heath..." Yoshiki said, whimpering pitifully. He desperately clutched at the dark-haired man's shirt, tears filling his eyes and slipping over his cheeks. "I don't know what to do..."

Heath shushed him, rubbing his back gently. 'Shh..." he cooed but finally pulled away and stood up. "I'll talk to him," Heath said. "Go make that phonecall you wanted to make," he instructed, watching Yoshiki nod dumbly and move to the kitchen. He sighed as he walked to Rose's door, knocking gently.

"Go away!" Rose yelled. His voice was thick and almost scratchy as if he had been crying.

"It's Heath, Rose. I just want to tell you, I'll see if Yoshiki will get DSL. I know the transition is hard for you and it's important for you to be able to talk to those you love," Heath said and watched as the door slowly opened, revealing a red-eyed teary Rose.

"Really?" Rose said, wiping at his eyes. "Can you see if you can make him not force me to go to school yet?"

Heath chuckled slightly at that, shaking his head. "I agree with him on that, Rose. Keep an open mind and you could make some friends here. You don't have to be alone."

Rose nodded and simply shut the door, falling on his bed, shoulders shaking. Could he do this by himself?

No, Heath was right; he needed friends.


A/N: The previous chapters may be found in the memories on aijis_muse

Chapter Five

The day had crept by so slowly and Rose barracaded himself in his room. He would only speak to Heath, ignoring Yoshiki even existed. He stayed on his computer as much as he was able too, talking to JaeJoong when he was on and finding various other things to entertain himself with when Jae was gone. Anything to keep his mind off where he was and why.

Rose grew more enclosed into himself as the first day of school approached. Heath and Yoshiki were both growing concerned by Rose's behaviour. Even Heath couldn't get the young blond to eat and was disturbed to see how much Rose was withdrawing. Something needed to change.

Both Heath and Yoshiki were following the same train of thought as Heath put the untouched plate belonging to Rose in the sink. "We have to do something about him Yoshiki. He's going to starve himself to death," Heath said, a tinge of annoynace creeping into his voice.

"What are we supposed to do?" Yoshiki asked, his voice feeble and filled with fatique and frustration. "I want him to be hapy here and I want to know him..." Yoshiki continued. His eyes drifted from Heath's face, staring out the window blankly.

Heath sighed and wrapped his arms around Yoshiki, feeling the man lean back against him. Heath nuzzled Yoshiki's hair slightly and then let out a long sigh. "Give him time, give yourself time. You can't expect him to just open up to you. This is a big change for him and you," Heath whispered comfortingly into Yoshiki's ear, lips brushing against the graceful curve.

"I know, Heath," Yoshiki murmured slowly his voice almost a purr. The blond leaned his head towards Heath's dark hair. He pulled the man's head down, turning his own and pressing their lips together in a searching kiss.

Heath pressed his tongue against Yoshiki's lips. The kiss awakened a slumbering hunger in him for his lover. He felt Yoshiki's lips part easily at his prodding. Gently he pulled Yoshiki up. "We should take this elsewhere," he murmured tauntingly against the drummer's neck. His tongue snaked out, teasing the sensitive skin, feeling Yoshiki's body shiver, pressing more firmly against him.

"I agree," Yoshiki replied, forcing himself to pull away his breathing somewhat labored. He turned quickly and moved toward the bedroom. His pants were too tight and he felt like they would pop open if he didn't shed them soon. They say sex is a good stress reliever and Yoshiki was definitely stressed. His mucles were tense and his head was pounding with a splitting headache but now all he could think about was getting into the bedroom alone with Heath.

Heath followed Yoshiki to the bedroom, admiring the blond's perfectly rounded backside. Yoshiki was so beautiful and Heath loved the man with everything he was. He hated seeing the other so upset and feeling the tension pent up in yoshiki everytime they touched.

Heath forced the serious thoughts out of his mind, focusing instead on the growing need in his nether regions and the sight of Yoshiki undressing before him once they reached their bedroom. Dark eyes watched as the shirt slid sinously from perfectly muscled shoulders and pants were pushed out of the way, revealing Yoshiki's bronzed, sculpted body.

A shiver of anticipation coursed through Heath as his lover turned toward him, lust burning in both their eyes, locking on one another in a heated gaze. Heath undressed himself unceremoniously letting his clothes be flung to the ground in a careless pile, stalking toward Yoshiki, pushing the man onto the bed roughly. His dark eyes raked over Yoshiki's willing body hungrily. The dark-haired man straddled Yoshiki's waist, leaning down to press his lips to his lover's, claiming them. He delved his tongue past the other's lips, exploring him throughly and feeling Yoshiki's tongue teasing his own.

Yoshiki felt Heath's knee nnudging his legs apart and eagerly parted them. It really had bee too long since he had felt Heath's hands over him, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and pressed together in a desparate friction, searching for release. He longed to feel the other claim him now and over and over again. He trembled slightly as Heath settled between his legs, calloused hands lightly touching Yoshiki's aching arousal. "Heath..." he moaned softly, hips lifting towards the touch. His moan breaking the silence that had only been interrupted by the soft pant of their breathing.

Heath felt a spark shoot up his spine at the sound of Yoshiki moaning his name. He felt an urgency overcome him and his freehand rached over to the nightstand, pulling out their lube and quickly spreading some on his fingers. Without hesitation he pressed a finger inside of Yoshiki, curling it slightly before he quickly added a second. He scissored his fingers within Yoshiki, stretching him as much as he could before withdrawing the digits.

Yoshiki pulled Heath's head down as the other began to lube his length, kissing him deeply. The drummer ran his long fingers through Heath's dark brown hair, lifting his body towards his lover. Not soon enough finally felt the head of Heath's member nudging his stretched entrance. "Please, Heath," he moaned needily when the other started to teas him, barely pushing his head past Yoshiki's entrance before withdrawing again.

Heath felt the urgency to thrust quickly into Yoshiki, listening to the other's pleading moans. Heath finally gave into Ysohiki's wanton begging, thrusting into him smooethly. Yoshiki's body contracted tightly but still accepted Heath easily. A groan passed through Heath's lips as he began to thrust his ample length into Yoshiki. He bit into the pale skin of Yoshiki's neck harshly, leaving his mark.

Heath's thrusts became more frantic and his hand wrapped around Yoshiki's shaft again, stroking him in tantem with his thrusts. "Cum for me,' Heath murmured against Yoshiki's ear, nipping the earlobe lightly.

As soon as Heath's words reached Yoshiki's ears his body tensed and a soft moan passed Yoshiki's lips. The blond's muscles tightened around Heath's length, milking the other's release deep inside of him. Heath bit Yoshiki's shoulder, muffling his groan before he pulled out, shifting to give his lover a soft kiss. "I love you, Yoshiki," he panted against the other's ear.

"I love you too," Yoshiki barely managed to echo before he fell asleep, exhausted from all that had been happening and their strenuous activities.


Author Notes:

First off, this chapter was very rushed and long in coming. I'm sorry about the lack of updates. I haven't been much inspired for anything lately. Second, this is the worst sex scene ever. It was rushed and I wasn't even wanting to write it. X_x It's hard to write good sex scenes when you're not horny or even inspired.

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