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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
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The pleasant vibration in Miyavi’s jeans pocket roused the vocalist from slumber, he had been asleep for the past two hours Maaya had neglected to wake him once they had reached the apartment building.

Miyavi blindly fumbled in his pocket for his cell, the ring tone was Saitou’s and rightly so he was supposed to have met the manager at the air port almost an hour ago.

“Yo?” Miyavi greeted groggily into the wrong end of the phone. He could feel the vibration of Saitou’s words against his lips but he couldn’t hear him. Realizing his mistake, MYV quickly righted the problem. “Saitou-kun slow down! My head’s still fucked up right now and you’re talking too fast.” Miyavi complained into the phone.

Saitou took a deep breath. “Meeves, you’ve missed your flight. The next one isn’t for another two hours or so and getting it on short notice is going to cost and your budget is stretched far enough as is.”

“Shit.” Miyavi curses after taking a glance at his wrist watch.

‘ That bastard didn’t even wake me!’ Miyavi raged inside at Maaya’s complete disregard of what he had to do in the morning. The other guitarist had begged him to spend some time with him before he left.

“Come on Meeves. You’re gonna be gone for two whole weeks! Let’s at least paint this city a new one before you go.” Maaya had pleaded.

Not one to say no Miyavi had conceded and look where it had got him! Late for a flight and a elaborate car bill he was sure! He didn’t have the yen to body shop both Maaya and Richie Rich’s car.

‘Saitou-kun doesn’t need to know about accident.’ Miyavi decided as he scooted towards the door and unlocked it. “I’ll be there in a little bit.”

“Where are you? At Maaya’s or your house?”

Good question. Which house did Maaya drive the guitar god to? Miyavi slipped out of the car to take in his surroundings. The underground parking lot was his own. Maaya had driven him and forgotten him in the backseat.

“Mine.” Miyavi said finally. “I’ma call you back.”

“No, be ready in forty-five minutes to an hour. I’ll have your driver pick you up.”

“Whatevers.” Miyavi grumbles as he makes his way towards the elevator. The smiling j-rocker gives a small flirty wave to his favorite security guard as he passes by the glass box. He was tempted to ask rather or not Maaya had come through there but he already knew the answer to that one.

When Miyavi reached his apartment door he was very annoyed to find that Maaya had left the door unlocked. The rock god shakes his head, the ends of his bangs brushing against damp skin making it itch.

‘I need a shower.’ Miyavi didn’t even bother to remove his shoes upon entering the hallway. A smile sprung across his lips at the trail of clothes Maaya had left him at the door.

‘He must’ve been really smashed…’ Miyavi decided as he made his way towards his bed room to find the other guitarist.

Maaya was sprawled across his lying on his bare stomach, his legs were parted slightly almost in vitiation to the raise of his exposed high firm ass, his face is smashed against Miyavi’s pillow, his right arm tucked under it for support while the hand of his left was against his mouth, the pad of his thumb had disappeared between his lips. There is dried make-up caked onto and under his sleep dropped lids and gravity had taken it’s toll on his hair; without the aide of hairspray Maaya’s coif had settled over half his pretty face.

Miyavi stand in the door way watching his lover as he slept.

‘Was he waiting for me?’ Miyavi moves towards the bed, his hands going for his belt. He knew that he had been told to be ready but Maaya had be ready for him all night it would seem.

Miyavi’s pants dropped to the floor as he walked and it was only then that he had realized he forgotten to remove his shoes. He rolls his eyes at the small set back bringing his left foot to the right and stepping down on hard so that he could slip out of the shoe. He repeats the process. Now free of jeans and shoes he continues his pursuit of the sleeping guitarist’s ass.

He places his hands on Maaya’s bum and begins to knead the flesh like a baker kneading dough. He creeps his left hand into the space between to he greeted with the heat raising from his sex. Miyavi’s nimble fingers move over the tight ring of muscle heading instead for Maaya’s compact set of balls.

The guitarist’s body shifts under his administrations unsure rather or not to welcome the intrusion on his personal being.

Miyavi bringing his body closer, lowering his head to that place, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin before his lips placed a kiss there. It was just like sucking on the fuzzy skin of an peach. Miyavi continued his assault, the other man was fully awake now and withering under the wet warm heat.

“Good morning to you too!” Maaya managed to laugh as another spasm of ecstasy over took his body. He tried to wiggled away but was rewarded for his ungratefulness with a light nip of the other’s teeth. “Ow! I need those!” Maaya cries out lifting the pillow he had been lying on tossing it Miyavi’s way.

The cotton blended number didn’t sail far before bouncing off the top of Oresama’s head. Miyavi looks up rubbing the top of his head with mock hurt. He then pulls himself up onto the bed with his arms taking a seat on his knees.

“Thanks for waking me up asshole.” Miyavi spat playing swatting Maaya with the pillow.

Maaya raises his hands to cover himself. “I did wake you up.”

“Didn’t!” Miyavi retorted childishly knowing that the two would banter like this until the other being Maaya decided that the argument was stupid.

“Did too. Why you think I was up here naked?”

Miyavi cocks his head off to the side and thinks about it.

Seeing his confusion Maaya decides to help him out. “I woke you and you said ’When I get out of this car you better be ready ’cos I’ma ’bout t’ tap that ass from here to Bangkok.’ Then you grabbed me kissed me, I pushed you and ran up the stairs instead of the elevator ’cos I wanted you to get there first.”

Miyavi couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his own boasting.

“How long did you wait before realized I weren’t coming?” Miyavi asks, his hand stroking the smooth skin of Maaya’s thigh.

“I think I passed out after I ditched my clothes.” Maaya admitted with a sly smile. “I figured you just take me until you clocked out too. I never realized you didn’t even make it out of the car yourself!”

The two sat there laughing at the drunken tryst that never was. A sharp rapping sound caught their attention and ended their merriment.

Maaya eyed Miyavi who hopped from the bed dipping down only to snatch up his discarded draws from the puddle of jeans. Relieved that he hadn’t done a full strip Miyavi steps into them one leg after the other as he makes his way towards the door. Saitou had a key why he didn’t use it was beyond Myv especially since the manager had caught the pair in the act once, to exact that was how he found out about the relationship.
“Yo.” Miyavi greets as he throws open the door open to find not his manager but the president of PS Company. “Lady president, hi.” Miyavi lowers his eyes, his head bowed like a boy who had been caught by teacher doing something really naughty. He steps back so that she could can inside. “I could make some tea for you if you like.” Miyavi offers his boyish face burning with shame.

“Putting on some pants would be nice.” She smiles his way before clearing away a seat on his couch. “Still messy I see.”

“I’m so firing that maid of mine!” Miyavi jokes receiving another smile from the president.

“Saitou called me and asked me to see if you were alright.” She explains.

‘God I wish that I could disappear!’ Miyavi thinks to himself as his eyes scan for something that he could use to cover himself up with. Draped across the arm of the closest chair was a towel. He snatches it up and fashions it like a skirt around his middle.

“I’m fine. Just running a bit late. Did some last minute partying with some friends that we-”

Maaya’s silhouette passed over his face as the guitarist entered the room; luckily he had dressed himself in a pair of clothes he had left before.

“Ah, Lady president good morning!” Maaya greeted with a bow. Turning to Miyavi, “Thanks for letting me crash Meeves. Enjoy your trip.” He said, his voice hurried as he moved swiftly towards the hallway and out the door.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the display.

“Hurry and dress yourself. I promised to take you there myself.”

Miyavi drops a bow before dashing off towards the bathroom. He always felt shy around their lady president since the time of those awful rumors. Yeah, he had stayed with her when he was getting on his feet but their had never been any real intimacy between them save for them sharing the house but during that time so had made it known that she was interested in him.

‘I’ma kill Saitou.’
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Gackt rolled over in his empty bed. After last nights events the pop star had actually wanted to be alone with his thoughts on his new infatuation.

What did she look like this mystery woman who crashes car without the common decency to find out whose car she had wretched? This reckless woman who has captured his interest with such blind force.

He winced silently at the throbbing pain of his hand. He had met to get a doctor to take a look at it before dropping Chacha off home; he made sure that the driver took the band leader to his apartment first. He staggers from his and towards the bathroom to make himself ready for the day’s events. He had a scheduled practice and a night time appearance on his favorite night time squawk box. He takes a look at his limp coif. Yeah, he needed a hair appointment bad.

Gackt washed himself variously neglecting to do his morning work out. He dresses himself in a pair of loose fitting jeans and dress shirt.

“You’re still one sexy bitch, Camui. Don’t you forget that.” He tells himself before moving away from his vanity mirror.

His cell was ringing on his dresser but he paid it no mind. If they really wanted to reach him they would try his home phone after a while. Sure enough his home phone began to rang. Sighing deeply Gackt picks up the annoying device from it‘s place on the living room end table. “Yes?” He all but snaps into the phone.

“Cha said you hurt your hand.” You’s quiet tone answered his bark.

‘So now you want to call!’ Gackt thought, the words burning hot on his tongue. “It’s nothing too serious.” He replies taking a seat on the couch. His skin jumps at the cold but all to familiar touch of his beloved pet’s nose. Gackt looks down at Belle who returns his stare, warm brown eyes hoping to melt her master’s icy glare. “Beru, you shouldn’t be up here. Bad girl.” He chastised but still brought a hand up to scratch the pooch behind her floppy brown ear. Turning his attention back to the phone, You was still waiting to hear his side of the story on why he hit the mirror he was sure. “It’s just a few cuts that appeared deeper then what they were. Nothing major was injured.” He assured the violinist.

You is silent. There was something more that he wanted to say but he held his tongue he would just wait and see if Gackt wanted to share his ‘mystery woman’.

“I’m touched by your level of concern but I’ll see you later at the studio.” And with that he hang up. “Don’t look at me like that!” He directed towards Belle who stared up at him with look of distain. “Get off the couch.” He orders shooing her with his hands. She jumps down quickly scurrying off somewhere down the hallway.
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A/N
The last part didn't seem to fit but it was done for humor purposes. I hope you enjoyed. The other stories are next to be updated.
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