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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
He caught his attention immediately. Hyde had met Kaz at the bar as promise taking up residence in their favorite booth. Kaz was on his second vodka and tonic when Hyde had arrived he was at least on his fourth by the time they spotted him.

It couldn’t be…

Hyde’s ears perked up to the sound of his native tongue, he scanned the lounge area until he found the body that owned the voice. Very tall and a little bit too lean then he liked them but Japanse non the less. Even bother lonely. The longing in his voice wasn’t hard to digest. On vacation maybe? Or a student calling his family back home?

Only one way to find out.

“Hideto no.” Kaz said firmly as Hyde slipped from the booth.

Throwing the guitarist an look over his jean clad shoulder, “C’mon Kaz. He’s probably some punk kid ova here on a visa. We can at least show him what he’s missing back home.”

Hyde continues his course sizing Miyavi up from a distance. The loose fitting clothes defiantly suggested college student. His slumped body language told the story of a guy suffering from a really bad break up. Or Maybe he worked at the hotel and he just got off and decided to have an drink.

Miyavi downed his drink without an moment’s thought eyes trained to the images of football on screen above the bar. He wasn’t really interested in what American’s called ’football’ but it was some type of entertainment.

“Hi.” Hyde greeted once he was close enough. Even sitting down Miyavi made Hyde look even smaller then what he was. Not sure that Hyde was speaking to him Miyavi didn’t respond. Not ready to give up yet-he just knew that Kaz was watching and laughing at him- Hyde tried a different tactic. “How’s your English?” He asked in their native tongue he had only spoken in English hoping that Miyavi would hear his accent and know that he too wasn’t from here.

A japanse? Miyavi turns his head slightly to catch the barest hint of a smile from what could only have been a angel or a pretty girl. But the voice was unmistakably male. His eyes adjusted to the person in from of him it wasn’t long until reorganization on his part followed.

Never in a million years did Miyavi think that he would be approached by Hyde of L’arc en ciel!

“Do you know who you are?” Miyavi almost gushed quiet sure that the megastar had no clue who he was trying to make friends with.

Hyde’s smile broaden.

So he was a fan. This was getting better and better.

“So you’re a fan huh?” Hyde tossed his hair over his shoulder for effect despite looking really hot doing so Miyavi was trying hard not to laugh.

Miyavi shakes his head. “Not really.” He scrunches up his face for effect looking quit cute in the process.

If Hyde wasn’t getting frustrated he would’ve melted.

“I prefer my favorite artist.” Miyavi replied with a smirk signaling over the barkeep for another round.

Placing his hands on his hips “And who would that be?” The smile is still on Hyde’s lips. He was enjoying the game. It would be good if he was a up and coming artist. He could help him if the right favors were offered.

“Me.”

Intrigued Hyde hops onto the empty seat beside Miyavi, his eyes taking in every detail of the younger musician’s face.

“Vodka and a whiskey.” Hyde tells Miyavi who orders him just that. Hyde runs his tongue along his top lip then his bottom. “So how long are you going to be here?” Hyde asks hoping that it was for a while.

Miyavi helps himself to one of the wooden tooth picks inside of the plastic cubed container. He breaks the wrapper sticking the pointed wood into his mouth working the stick up and down as he thought about it.

So this is MYV.

Hyde mused to himself as he watched the other musician. He had to admit that he didn’t know much about the other’s career but he had heard nothing but good reviews about his work.

“Two weeks or so.” He replies after what seems like forever. “I think it’s ‘cos we have to stop in New York too.” Miyavi explains lifting his glass to his lips. He rests the rim against his mouth but doesn’t drink. “So what are you doing here?”

“Recording.” Hyde takes a quick gulp of whiskey his throat burning in protest from the strong drink. “Me and Kaz was wondering-”

“You’re not alone?” Miyavi could’ve kicked himself. Of course Hyde wasn’t alone! He probably traveled with a larger staff then he did. “Don’t answer that.” Miyavi said quickly.

Hyde smiles.

He’s cute. A little simple but cute.

“You wanna join us Miyavi-kun?” Hyde asks using Miyavi’s name as a weapon.

Knocking back what was left of his drink “Sure, why not?”

Kaz had a none too please expression as Miyavi got closer to the table. The look the veteran guitarist was giving was down right hostel. Unbeknownst to MYV the look wasn’t directed at him.

“I want no part of this!” Kaz hissed in Hyde’s ear as soon as he sat down.

Hyde just shot him a grin that said ‘mind your fucking business’.

Sensing the tension Miyavi lingers where he stands. “I could just-”

“No, no sit.” Hyde encouraged patting the seat next to him. “I’ll go get us a bottle of tequila and them some. You get to know Kaz since we’re all drinking buddies now.” Hyde beams before hoping up just as fast as he sat down heading back towards the bar.

Miyavi lowered himself into the booth never breaking eye contact with the blonde.

“Yo.” Miyavi greeted with a smile hoping to thaw some of that ice Kaz had around him.

Kaz sent him an nod of acknowledgment.

Damn. Did I walk in on something? Miyavi wonders to himself. Would be rude to change his mind and just raid the mini bar in his room?

But Miyavi had time to further ponder the though Hyde came back with a bottle of liquor in each hand.

“You ready?” He asks with a board grin slamming the bottle of vodka down first and then the tequila.

Raising up his hands in defeat Kaz simply said “I’ll catch up with you later Haido.”

“Oh wells. Mivi?” Hyde raised the now open bottle.

Miyavi slid his glass forwards. What was the harm in drinking with another artist?

They were on their third round of drinks for the night and the pair had long since given up on Kaz coming back.

“We should probably get going. American bars don’t stay open as late as ours.” Hyde informed Miyavi who just nodded- his head sort of lolled- in agreement.

The two were a sight to behold due to the huge difference in height as one leaned against the other for support as they ambled towards the elevator doors.

“I really should find Kaz.” Hyde slurs his head resting against Miyavi’s side as they waited for the car to arrival on the other side.

“Call him later.” Miyavi suggests. “We’re both far too wasted to function. You can have the couch when we get up to my room.” Miyavi offered the rock veteran.

Miyavi was offering to take him up to his suite. A good sign if any.

“Deal. But only if you carry me.” Hyde smiles up at the younger man.

“I’ll drop you.” Miyavi warns.

“You better not!” Hyde giggles but still manages to sound stern.

“Okay okay.” Miyavi says as he steps in front of the other man who stares on with curiosity. “Climb on.” Miyavi instructed causing Hyde to laugh even more.

“Oh real cute.”

“I try to be. Now get on.”

“Lean down some.” Hyde asks as he approached Miyavi’s back.

Miyavi did as Hyde asked, making sure that Hyde was holding on, Miyavi then straightened up.

“Giddy up bitch.” Hyde giggles tugging at the long part of Miyavi’s hair.

“Neigh.” Miyavi replies with a laugh stepping forward into the double doors of the elevator.

“Watch your head.” Miyavi called to Hyde as they entered the car.

Hyde ducked down taking note of the video camera in the corner of the car. “Hey Miya, look up.”

Miyavi did and smiled, together the two j-rockers waved and blew kisses at their invisible audience.

“We should do something funny.” Hyde suggested.

“Aren’t we already being funny?” Miyavi replied cutely.

“No, you’re being nice.” Hyde reminded him. The bell tolled before coming to a complete stop. “Oh well the doors are opening.” Hyde said with a sigh for the missed opportunity at God knows what.

Miyavi continued to carry Hyde until they reached his suite.

“Get down, I need to reach the key.” Miyavi’s voice hiccupped as he said this. The effect of the booze was making his head fuzzy and carrying Hyde did nothing for his already heavy feeling body. He was ready to crash which was usual for the hyper active rocker.

“You have no ass.” Hyde commented as he slides down Miyavi’s back.

“Excuse me?” Miyavi pulled the key from the slot and turned to face Hyde who was grinning broadly as he explained.

“The back of you,” Hyde began. “It’s like a sliding board.”

Miyavi rolls his eyes. “Like you should talk.” He slipped the key back into his pocket. “You practically sit on bone.”

Hyde frowns as he follows behind Miyavi into the house.

“I have more ass then you.” He retorted before making his way over to the couch in the living area and taking up residence on the couch. He kicks off shoes tosses his jean jacket onto the arm of the couch before snatching the remote from the end table.

Miyavi couldn’t help but feel pleased at how comfortable the other artist seemed to be in his presence .

“I’m glad that we’ve met.” Miyavi said more to himself then to Hyde as he removed his shoes.

“Huh?” Hyde barely looked away from the action on the screen, he had ordered a porno and was watching with interest as the bottle brought blonde bobbed up and down on the hairy ‘repairman’s’ stubby looking member.

I want to get laid but I don’t think Miyavi has that in mind. Hyde thought, his eyes just glancing at the screen yet he watched the other musician from the corner of his eye.

Miyavi had crossed the room, opened the mini fridge and extracted a carton of Tropicana and was emptying the contains in long draughts. As if sensing Hyde’s stare, he stops, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, tosses the now empty carton into the trash before saying, “Did you want something Haido-kun?”

Nothing that you’re willing to give me rookie. Hyde thought to himself not sure if he should try his luck.

Miyavi chanced a glance Hyde’s way catching a glimpse at the action on screen, the hairy repairman had set the blonde atop of the counter and was riding her from behind.

The sight of it turned the guitarist’s face pink.

Maybe I should just give Hyde some privacy. Miyavi thought as he made his way back towards his bedroom.

“Miya,” Hyde’s called to him in his wispy sounding voice.

Miyavi stopped where he stood but didn’t turn around.

“Won’t you come sit with me?” Hyde asks in all innocence, his head never turning away from the television. Hyde retracted and curled his legs under him so that Miyavi had a place to sit. “Come ‘mere.”

Miyavi shoved his hands into his pockets as far as they would go as he made his way over to the couch. Hyde’s request was simple enough but experience told him that there was something behind it. He parked it at the end of the couch and tried to appear more comfortable then what he felt.

Noticing the distance between them, Hyde craned his neck to stare at the other musician saying “Why so nervous? I don’t bite.” He added a flirty smile to his words to mask the mounting frustration that was brewing on his end at Miyavi’s reluctance.

Miyavi still remained where he was.

Sighing deeply Hyde adjusted himself on the couch so that he was on his back and not his side before stretching his body out towards Miyavi’s. He raised his head placing it in the guitarist’s lap and stared up at him saying a cute “Hi.”

“You’re drunk.” Miyavi said looking down at the smiling front man.

“And you’re rejecting me I take it.” Hyde eyes stayed trained to inviting pout of Miyavi’s bottom lip.

If only I could kiss him… then he’d change his mind… Hyde thought.

Miyavi brought his hand from out his pocket and up to Hyde’s dark hair. “It’s not that.” He told him as he ran a hand through silky black. “I have someone.”

Hyde raised his left hand up to eye level making sure that his wedding band caught Miyavi’s attention. “Separated.” Hyde murmurs. He mostly wore the ring for show since he and Megumi were definitely over, the press just didn’t need to know that.

Miyavi shakes his head no.

It wouldn’t mean anything. Miyavi told himself since Maaya’s recent use of the ’L’ word had him thinking about his and his finger bands.

“At least sleep out here with me.” Hyde’s voice broke though Miyavi’s thoughts. “I’m still not used to having the bed all to myself.” Hyde knew that he sounded lame but he didn’t care. If it landed the pretty rocker in bed with him…

Miyavi bit down on his bottom lip as he thought about it. There was no real foul in lying next to Hyde.

“K.” Miyavi says finally before catching a glance at the screen; a new ‘couple’ had replaced the blonde and repairman.

“Can’t we watch something else?” Miyavi asks hoping that Hyde couldn’t feel him raising under his head. He was becoming very uncomfortable with the situation. He had found himself here many times before with former and very older band mate Sakito but managed to get out of it intact.

Hyde smiles at the sudden change in Miyavi’s pants as well as the trimmer he caught in his voice. It made him even more appealing to the older man.

“American late night doesn’t have much to offer.” Hyde explains dourly.

“Yeah, well the droning will put me to sleep.” Miyavi states.

Where was the clicker? Miyavi asks himself. He could easily change it from the movie if he only had the remote control.

The guitarist shifted under the Hyde’s weight and the mounting pressure in his jeans.

“I can help you with that.” Hyde smirks up at Miyavi who in return rolls his eyes.

“No thanks.” Miyavi says firmly.

Hyde stifles a yawn. “Your lost.”

But Hyde wasn’t giving up that easily.

“What are you-” Miyavi cries out, his brows knitted together in confusion as Hyde turned his head into his crotch.

Giving the roughness of the fabric he was working with Hyde knew that he had apply a certain amount of pressure. Pressing his mouth against the bulge in the other man’s jeans Hyde began breath hard, the heat from his mouth coming through the fabric to taut Miyavi’s swollen sex.

“Oh… shit…” Miyavi cries out once again from the sudden warm on his member.

Hyde ignores his pleas for him to stop, instead he yawns his mouth wider and begins sucking him through the jeans.

“…please….” Miyavi moans mournfully. Hyde was killing him. He didn’t want to cheat on Maaya.

His cries went unheard. Ignoring the taste of fabric dye and the dryness that came with it Hyde continues his assault on Miyavi’s package.

Hyde was horny and Miyavi’s flesh is willing even if the Oresama himself was not.

Hyde brings his head up before straightening out the rest of his body. He now sits on his knees, delicate yet calloused hands parting Miyavi’s thighs with little resistance before moving up and stroking the bulge. With the tips of his fingers on his free hand he grasped Miyavi’s zipper.

Miyavi squeezed his eyes shut, his heart rate pounding against his rib cage with every second that ticked by.

This isn’t what he had in mind when he invited Hyde up.

Taking his silence as permission Hyde lowered the zipper while using his free hand to explore inside. He grabs hold of Miyavi’s sex which was about half the size of an banana and hard as a tube of cookie dough and begins to rub him gently.

Hyde runs his dry tongue over his lips before placing his mouth over Miyavi’s member.

Despite the dryness a low whimpering moan could be heard from above at Hyde’s administrations.

“I’m getting raped.” Miyavi murmurs as his body gave in to the pleasure; as Hyde sucked him his mouth began to salivate regaining the moisture lost.

Warm semen spilled from his tip into Hyde’s mouth who swallowed down some of the saltiness before releasing his victim

“It’s not rape if you cum Mi-chan.” Hyde informs him with a self satisfied smirk. He then sits down, reaches towards the floor and produces the missing remote, with one motion he clicks off the offending television.

Hyde then undoes the button to his jeans, pulls down the zipper and slides out of them but slipping out of his shirt and tossing it.

Miyavi’s head is tilted back, resting it against the wall as he waits for Hyde‘s next move. He didn’t have to wait long, Hyde begins to straddle the other man lining himself up for impact. He didn’t care if they did it dry as long as they did. Besides some of the lubes Gackt had used gave him an rash.

Miyavi places his hands on Hyde’s hip, his skin burning hot underneath the other guitarist’s uncertain touch. Hyde came down hard with the cry of ’Oh God’ on his lips upon impact. The sharpness of the pain sobered him for just a moment.

Miyavi places his hands on Hyde’s hips his nails digging almost painfully into the skin there only adding to the other vocalist’s pleasure.

Miyavi leans forwards his darting out from between his lips to flick across the outer shell of Hyde’s ear. Hyde’s body shudders hard at the new sensation. Playing off of that Miyavi paints a trail of saliva along the soft fold of Hyde’s ear causing further pleasure.

Now caught in the moment of it all, Miyavi's hand tip toes from Hyde's hip down into his groin area, slender fingers wrapping themselves around Hyde's full member giving it the service he so sorely needed.

In time with Hyde's frantic bucking Miyavi moves his hand up and down the swollen shaft until it is soon coated with that all too familiar fluid. Pearly lava trickles down Miyavi’s hand providing as a guild as he continues to jerk off the megastar.

Hyde bites down on his bottom lip to stifle his moans, he didn't like to hear himself; little did he know the groaning from the couch they were using would have masked the sound.

"Kiss me." Miyavi orders panting heavily, his breath warm against the ear his tongue had been exploring.

Hyde turns his head slightly his lips meeting Miyavi's instantly. The warm metal of Miyavi's ring pressing hard and digging deep into the underside of Hyde's top lip. The coppery taste of blood seeped into Hyde’s mouth but didn’t break the contact between the two as they devoured one another as best they could.

Tongues meeting and greeting each other with fevered enthusiasm as they exchanged various bodily fluids along with traces of alcohol from earlier.

They soon broke away their minds screaming to regain the oxygen lost. The two locked eyes staring each other down.

“Do me.” Miyavi’s words stunned the other man.

He and Maaya took turns why shouldn’t it be the same with Hyde?

Within minutes the two had switched positions. Miyavi had laid down on the carpet, his legs prompt up against the couch after dragging the Korean guitarist’s pants the rest of the way down Hyde had positioned himself in the space provided.

“Ready?” Hyde asks looking down at the younger man, his sweat dampened hair plastered against his hot skin.

Miyavi jerks his hips pressing Hyde’s member hard against his unprepared entrance in response. As if paying him back Hyde slammed hard into the other man forcing a cry of pain filled pleasure from his lips. Miyavi’s cries and moans were high pitched, almost feminine.

Hyde liked that.

The early hours of dawn had approached by the time Hyde had collapsed on top of the poor boy.

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