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Triangle	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Miyavi Views: 2072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Miyavi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Triangle
- 2-two
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-five
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 10
- 11
'This is out of hand waaay too fast.' Hyde thought to himself as he slips from the bed. Miyavi's body barely stirs from the change. 'Pants.' Hyde kneels down snatching up his discarded clothes. He knew he should shower but that would wake the other he was sure.

'Do it when you get back to the room.'

Raising a leg at a time Hyde got his pants on and made for the door, pulling on other articles of clothing as he went. Once outside he dialed Kaz.

'He better answer...'

“Haido?” Kaz gruffed into the phone.

“Yea, I'm done with the kid.” Hyde threw a look over his shoulder at the hotel door almost expecting to see Miyavi poke his head out.

“Good. Recording it's scheduled for after two.”

Hyde clicks his phone shut. He didn't need to hear anything else. It was over with MYV. They had some fun and that was all he needed.

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Sharp raps on the door jarred the guitarist from sleep

“Haido?” His voice is thick, sleep leaden. His eyes slide open and he looks at the digital clock the numbers glowing red: 7:01 am. He over slept.

Miyavi sits up immediately noticing that he could. He didn't know how long ago Hyde had...left?

Miyavi swings his legs out the bed taking care to wrap the sheet around his narrow waist. His eyes scanned around for the veteran performer as he shuffles towards the door.

“Housekeeping?” The voice said behind the door.

Fuck I overslept and missed check out.

“Be out in a minute.”

It didn't take him long to throw on some clothes.

He could've woke me up. Miyavi grumbles to himself inside as he rode the elevator down to his floor. He knew his phone must've been working over time since no one knew where he was but he didn't feel like checking yet.

I should call Saito and let him know-

The shrill ringing of the phone cut the thought short.

“Sup?” Miyavi bites his bottom lip and waits to see who called him.

“Meeves, Saito is freaking.” Good it was Wicky, “Where are you?”

“On my way to my floor. I decided to take an early morning walk is all .” Miyavi he steps out into the hall once the doors open to the elevator. The halls were clear save for a few housekeeping carts.

“Good, I'm at your room.” Wicky informs him. “Gotta put your face on.” She was smiling he could tell.

Miyavi's pace quickened.

'Should I share with Wicky what happened with Hyde?' He didn't have long to think about it since the stylist met him at the door.

“Get in here.” She gave him a once over as the rock god passed her. “Who's been were you in?” She asks raising an eyebrow. Miyavi wasn't the type to stray from Maaya. Everyone knew that Maaya ran around on Miyavi; no one wanted to be the one to tell him either.

Miyavi's body snagged onto the nearest sofa.

“Haido.” Miyavi breathes not even sure if he was going to elaborate or not.

Wicky takes a seat on the arm of the couch.

“You weren't fucking around with me bout that huh?”

Miyavi looks up at her.

“Cigarette.” He asks.

Wicky's eyes grew wide. “Masa, no.”

“Give me one that you have or I will buy a whole pack and smoke that.”

She swung her purse into her lap opening it and fishing out her more then half finished pack.

“Here.” She tosses it his way along with her lighter.

Miyavi slips the cylinder of white between chapped lips. He sucks on the filter a bit almost like he forgot the cigarette was real and not his paipi.

Wicky sits and waits. They didn't really have the time for all of that.

“Let me do your make-up.”

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A/n: It's been years since I wrote this. I don't remember the time line but some time has passed.

Hyde

The phone was half way across the room before I could even dial a single number. Who was I even trying to call? Hyde asked himself as he sat there in his apartment. The vocalist is sitting on the edge of his bed fighting with the urge to be social. Soon after he finished recording Faith he began touring non stop. A constant barrage of photo shoots, playing gigs, interviews, hotel stays, plane rides, boozing, eye liner and cigarettes. Work has kept his mind off two things: his child and Miyavi. For two days Miyavi blew up his phone with calls, text messages and videos messages. It was deja vu. He had deleted most of them without a single glance, save for one voice message Miyavi had left.

It was only two nights he had spent with the other man and yet he couldn't seem to keep his mind from wondering back to him.

Maybe it's just because I needed something new to fixate on.

He drums his nails against his jean clad knee, his eyes fixated on the shinny back of his phone.

A familiar ring tone pierces his ear.

Megumi.

Hyde propels himself forwards his knees hitting the carpet as he scrambles for the phone. He flips the phone open and clicks the answer button.

“Yea?”

“We're downstairs.” Megumi's voice is clipped.

Downstairs? He had all but forgotten that he was supposed to be spending time with Hijori.

“Be right there.” Hyde clicks the phone shut as he gets to his feet to greet them.

'Hope I have something for Hijori to do.'

Hyde threw a smile on his face as he pulls the door open.

“Daddy!” Hijori's entire face lights up at the sight of his father. Hyde kneels down arms wide as the smaller body all but crashed into his. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Hyde breathes into his son's hair.

“I'll be back to get him around seven.” Megumi's voice startled and forced him to look up. Hyde had forgotten that she was even there.

Hyde raises his arm, his eye falling on his stylish watch, it was after three so he had about four hours with his son.

“I'll him feed and ready,” Hyde all but promises as he straightens up. Turning his attention to his son, “Say bye to mommy.”

Smiling brightly, “Good-bye mommy.”

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“So what's he like?” Gackt asks casually as he sat, his back leaning against the head board, a cigarette poised between his lips, his body glistening with sweat and other fluids drawing hard on his cigarette as he awaits Maaya's answer. The affair had gone on longer then the former dark angel had intended it to. It wasn't like Gackt considered Maaya to be 'hot lay', the only thing keeping Gackt interest in Maaya was his other lovers. He was aware that there were at least three other men that the guitarist saw. Two of them were no bodies. The main lover Gackt had gotten a whiff that he was someone semi major in the business.

“Who?” Maaya was pushing clothes aside as he rooted through his closet. He knew that he was taking a huge risk allowing Gackt to meet with him at his apartment but he was to the point where he didn't care. He was very aware that he would never be Gackt's boyfriend but the sex was too good for him not to continue.

“Your boyfriend.” Gackt exhaled, his tone exasperated.

Maaya frowns as he removes a tee from the closet.

“Why do you care?” Maaya spat testily.

“I just want to know who I'm cuckolding.” Gackt's lips formed into a wicked grin.

Maaya tosses the shirt down onto the bed.

“Get out.” He hissed.

Gackt's smirk stays in place.

“I was getting bored with you anyway.” He admits as he ashes his cigarette on the nightstand.
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Fully dressed Gackt rode the elevator down, sunglasses firmly on his nose cigarette between his lips and cell phone in hand. He hit speed dial and was on his way to being connected with Chachamura to let him know that he would be running late. The phone rang a total of four times before switching to Cha's voice mail.

“I'm going to b-”

The tolling of the doors cut him off along with a very heated male voice.

“I'm coming up there.”

Gackt's eyes widened at the sight of another pretty rocker. MYV stood before him briefly before side stepping around Gackt to get inside. Forgetting what he was doing Gackt backed up staying inside of the elevator car. His eyes stayed on the agitated way tat Miyavi moved about the car. His body giving off nervous waves of energy. His hair was simply black and kept in a stylish mohawk, loose fitting jeans clung his skinny frame, a simple white tank adorned the top part of his body, choice pieces of jewelry made he outfit more suited to a person of his standing,

“Maaya, I'm tired okay. NO, you listen. For the past couple of months I've been- No, look you...I'm almost up.”

Miyavi seemed obvious to the fact that Gackt was even in the elevator with him.

'What I wouldn't give to be a fly in that apartment!' Gackt thought to himself as the doors opened Miyavi steps out. Gackt watched Miyavi's back disappear behind the doors as he descended down once again.
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12

Miyavi raps the backside of his hand hard against Maay's doors barely feeling the pain of his rings being bashed against the woor. He would have used his key to get into Maaya's place but it had magically disappeared over the last few months. Nothing has been right between them since Miyavi returned from L.A. He knew that Maaya was busy with LM.c but he had always made time for them.

“Open up.” Miyavi demands smacking the palm of his right hand against the door with every word. He blinks back tears for in case Maaya would answer the door. He never liked to cry in front of others if he could help it.

Maaya leans his weight against the door out of fear that the other guitarist would break it down. Miyavi had never been violent with him. Ever.

Keeping the fear in check as well as the door, “Miyavi, calm down.”

“I am calm. Just open the door.” Miyavi's voice is almost pleading.

“I just wanna talk to you.” Miyavi's dropped a few octives. Maaya wasn't sure that even heard the other speak at all.'I just wanna understand what happened that you don't want me anymore.'

Miyavi takes a step back as the door knob begins to turn, the door creaks allowing the light from Maaya's living-room to play across Miyavi's features.

“Where is he?” Miyavi all but whispers. “I almost expected to see him standing beside you.” Maaya moves out the way, Miyavi brushes by him as he does, his hand tapping against his jean clad thigh in agitation. Maaya kept his eyes on Miyavi's hand.

“You know I wouldn't be that sloppy about it.” Maaya's eyes stayed on his lover. “if that were true.” the vocalist quickly added.

Miyavi wraps his arms around his body hugging himself tightly, he starts to rock a bit on his heels closing his eyes, his lips are moving but no sound is coming out.

“Meeves?” Maaya calls softly, he inches closer to the other but doesn't touch him.

Miyavi's eyes slid open, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. It's a sad kind of smile.

“Maaya.” Miyavi exhales his name. “I'm tired of you hurting me.” His hand slips into his pocket.

'Holly shit he has a gun!' Maaya lunges for the other vocalist, his hand grabbing hold of Miyavi's wrist wrenching it as they go down.

The pair hit the ground with a hard thud.

“Ow! Maaya-tan!” Miyavi cries out as his pack of smokes is taken from him.

Maaya's face went through a slide show of emotions at the site of the pack, surprise, confusion and lastly relief.

“Thought you quit.” Maaya's tone is apologetic as picks up the pack.

“I don't smoke them.” Miyavi explains as he rubs at his sore wrist. “I suck on the filters.”

“Gross.”Maaya replies as he hands Miayvi the pack.

They sat there. What else was there to say? Miyavi thought as he leans his back against Maaya's sofa closing his eyes becoming aware of everything around him. Maaya's breathing which had calmed since finding out that pretty rocker didn't have a gun or any other weapon that he could hurt him with. But there was something else bothering Oresama.

'What is that smell?'

It was a smell that Miyai was sure that he knew but didn't.

“I've been really busy is all.” Maaya's soft voice broke into Miyavi's thoughts. “I'll make it up tho.”

'Why is that smell so fucking familiar?!' Miyavi didn't really seem to have heard him.

“Meeves?” Maaya tries again, turning his neck so that he could look directly at the other musician who looked helluva odd with an unlit cigarette between his lips, his nose wrinkled up as it flared periodically, brows furrowed in utter concentration on God knows what.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL!?'

Only once had he smelled something like similar but it had been faint.

“Mi-”

Miyavi is on his feet before Maaya could protest further. Puzzled the smaller vocalist stayed close behind as the guitar god began moving through the rooms of his apartment. Following his nose as well as his instincts Miyavi enters the bedroom where the smell is strongest. The air, the bed, the crumpled sheets in the corner they all had that smell.

Oh shit... Maaya thinks to himself once he caught on.

Miyavi shakes his head, his face a mixture of disgust and disbelief.

“Miyavi, I-”

Still shaking his head Miyavi politely moved passed Maaya and out the door. It wasn't until he had once again reached the elevator that he remembered that the smell had rode up with him.

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Four hours went by too fast for Hyde. He was almost tempted to ask if Hijori could stay the night but he knew that would be pushing it. Two hours has passed since then which the lyricist had filled by eating a quick meal and masturbating to some hot girl on girl action.

Maybe I should call someone.

Problem was there was no one to call.

He's still pissed at Tetsu, Kaz said that he needed a break from him, and everyone else felt like they had to tip toe around all his problems.

Frustrated Hyde threw himself down on his over-sized mattress.

Maybe I should've just-

His phone jangled in his pocket. He didn't know the ring tone but he didn't care.

“Don't hang up.... okay.” Hyde's heart fluttered in his chest at the sound of Miyavi's raspy sounding voice. Miyavi's voice is almost hoarse sounding leading him to believe that the other has been and quit possibly still was crying. “I know I probably shouldn't call you but-” Miyavi sniffs loudly into the receiver. “I didn't know who else to speak to.”

I might need a drink for this....

Hyde adjusts the phone as he stands up, he stretches his toes on the fluffy carpet and starts for the kitchen.

“Aren't you going to say something?” Miyavi gave a weak chuckle that made Hyde's lips curve into a small smile.

“Something?” Hyde offers before collapsing into giggles himself.

“Thank you.” Miyavi breathes into the phone.

“ For?” Hyde asks pulling open the refrigerator. His eyes zeroed in on some soda, it wasn't what he wanted but he didn't know if he should start hitting the bottle just because Miyavi called. Hell, he didn't even know what the other man wanted yet. He snatches up the bottle and shuts the door.

“Answering the phone.” Miyavi says simply some of the weariness leaving his voice.

Hyde takes a swig of soda.

“No problem.” He replies settling into a seat on his couch. He thought about throwing on the television on or some music but thought better of it.

“I really needed someone to talk to.” Miyavi's voice was almost heartbreaking.

“What happened?” It was obvious he was waiting for him to ask.

“I think Maaya and me are over.” Miyavi says finally.

“Oh?” Great, like I need this.

“I-” Miyavi stops himself. As if reading his mind, “You don't need this. How are you?”

“Bored.” Hyde admitted. 'And probably where you are. Hurt and lonely.

“Do you...”His voice trails off but Hyde knew what he wanted to ask.

“Meet me at Sui's.”
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Miyavi places the phone back into the cradle. He didn't mean to call Hyde. His fingers made that decision for him. But now that he had what was he going to do about it?

Pondering that question, Miyavi's top teeth scraps his bottom lip, as he drags himself towards the bathroom. He was well aware that meeting with Hyde possibly could lead to something. He wasn't looking for an rebound or even a revenge fuck. He just wanted to...

What do I want? Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts fully dressed the guitarist lowers his body into the empty tub.

Maybe I should fake sick at the last minute.

Without really meaning to Miyavi leans forward and turns the knobs to the tub. The sudden stream of icy cold water makes him jump.

I can do this...

Without further thought Miyavi pulls off and tosses his wet top, grateful that he had remembered to take off his shoes the star started on his jeans and underclothes.

Washing up got easier but then Miyavi hit another wall.

What am I wearing...?

Throwing open the closet doors Miyavi's eyes scanned over his wardrobe. Again he chewed on his bottom lip.

Why am I so fucking nervous?!

Snatching up whatever looked good Miyavi proceeded to get dressed.

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He probably just wants to get laid.

Hyde tells himself as he pulls into Sui's parking lot. That wasn't an bad idea, he liked having sex with Miyavi... until it got serious.

Hyde pulls hard on his cigarette as he slams his door shut.

It didn't have to go there but what else did Miyavi want with him? Did he really just want a sympathetic ear?

Bringing up his hand, Hyde flicks away what is left of his cigarette before stepping into the bar.
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