Disfunctional Love - Chapter 2
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: Miyavi x Shou, Miyavi x Aki
Character(s): Tora & Kyo
Band: soloist, Alice Nine, Dir en grey, & SID
Rating: R (for yaoi lemons)
Summary: This is a joke fic between my friends since I'm Miyavi and my other friend is Shou. And I hate writing about strippers. So...hard. *sulks*
Author's Notes: Shou is Miyavi's fiance, Kyo is Miyavi's cousin, & Shou and Tora are brothers. Get it? Got it? Good!
There were only 3 more days until Miyavi and Shou’s wedding and everyone was ready for the big day. Everything was bought and the people involved in the ceremony were almost done with rehearsal.
“Okay, people, let’s run through this one more time,” Tora demands as everyone groans in annoyance.
“Tora-kun,” Shou begins to plead, tugging on his arm a little, “we have other things to do you know.”
“Ah, right. I just want everything to be perfect. I mean you are my brother and all,” he says, looking back down at the clipboard.
“I know,” Shou responds, giving him a little hug, then turning at the people, “Alright, everyone can go home now.”
Everyone cheers and starts leaving as Miyavi approaches Shou, putting his arms around his waist.
“Arigato, Tora-kun,” Miyavi says, smiling big.
Tora nods, smiling back at him, then walking away to talk to the priest.
“Mivi, don’t do anything stupid tonight,” Shou says, looking at the rainbow haired vocalist.
“I won’t,” he responds, placing a small kiss on the other’s lips, making him smile.
He pulls away from Meev’s embrace and slaps his back lightly, “Now, go have fun, okay?”
Meev nods and kisses Shou again, before leaving the church.
~*~
As Kyo and Miyavi walk out the elevator of Meev’s apartment complex, they begin heading toward his door while talking about pulling pranks. He puts the key in the hole, turns it, and opens the door. He switches on the light and everyone in the room yells, “Surprise!”
He jumps a little and laughs while looking around his living room. “Wow! Thanks, guys,” he says, smiling wide.
Putting a hand on his shoulder. Kyo responds, “Well, you can’t get hitched without a party, right?”
Everyone chuckles a little as the short, blonde man leads him to a red chair and handing him some sake from someone else.
“Now relax and enjoy the show,” he continues, sitting on the couch as someone walks out Meev’s bedroom.
He was a medium height man dressed up with a tie and jacket. He walks toward Meev, licking his lips slowly, then caresses his cheek softly.
He blushes lightly as the man pulls away quickly, traveling to the center of the room as the music starts to play. Pulling his jacket off half way, he slips one arm out and then the other, dropping it on the floor while swaying his hips.
The men go wild as the entertainer teases them by taking his tune unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off and begins swinging it about his head, following the motion with his hips.
Grabbing another thing of sake, the stripper undoes his tie while walking toward Meev again. He wraps it around Meev’s neck, making him hesitate at taking another sip. Leaning close to his face smirking, he attempts to lead Meev out of his seat by pulling the tie toward him and stepping back carefully.
Meev bites his lip, smiling a bit nervously as he stands up in front of the stripper. He slips his belt off and drops it, turning his back to the vocalist and dances up on him. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he hesitates into moving with the other as he unfastens his pants. He grinds on him closer making Meev blush more.
The stripper turns to face him again, pushes him back in the chair, then drops his pants making the other people cheer for more action. He bends down a little, slaps his ass, and shakes it a little, before dancing erotically in the center of the room again.
Meev takes his sake again and continues watching the arousing display before him, feeling slightly embarrassed.
The music softens and the stripper slows down his movements as his audience applauds his pleasing performance.
An hour passes and the guests begin to leave. Kyo walks up to Miyavi and says, “I hope you had fun, cuz.”
“Hell yell,” Miyavi replies, slightly drunk.
They hug each other and Kyo walks out Meev’s apartment as he closes the door behind him. He looks around the living room and notices all the mess. He shrugs and drags to his bedroom.
The stripper is packing his clothes in his bag and zips it up as Miyavi enters. He looks up at the tall vocalist and smiles, then looks down to pick up his bag.
“Enjoy the show?” he asks.
“Yeah, you’re really good,” Miyavi answers, smiling.
“Great,” he responds, glancing down at the raspberry colored carpet.
Miyavi sits on the bed and looks up at the dancer, “My name’s Miyavi. What’s yours?”
Answering softly, he says, “Aki desu.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“Arigato.”
He nods with a smile and asks, “You want a drink or something?”
Aki shakes his head and politely replies, “No, thank you.”
“Do you work out much?”
“Not really. I should exercise more. Why do you ask?”
“You have a nice body. Every now and then, I exercise at the gym.” Miyavi takes his shirt off, stands up, and turns around to show off his figure. “See…”
“That’s hot,” Aki comments, blushing a little and biting his lip.
Meev falls back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. “Arigato. You’re hot too.”
Aki laughs softly at the compliment and blushes more. He glances down and says, “I guess I should leave now.”
“Where are you going?”
“Home, I guess.”
“Stay for a bit.” he smiles at the dancer.
He nods and sits on the bed.
“Y’know, you’re really hot,” Meev says, giggling to himself.
“Arigato,” Aki replies, blushing more, “I bed you say that to your future wife a lot.”
Miyavi shakes his head, laughing, “Future husband.”
“Gay?”
“Bi.”
“Ah. Men or women?”
“Either. I like them equally.”
Aki nods and says, “I love men.”
“Really?”
“Hai.”
“Why’s that?”
“They know what you want and how you want it in bed.”
“True, but I like how unpredictable a woman can be.”
“But men can be unpredictable as well,” Aki says, smiling, then looking down slightly embarrassed, “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
Miyavi laughs, nodding his head, then wraps his arms around Aki’s waist.
“Anou…what are you doing?” he asks, looking at the smiling, drunk man.
“Holding onto you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re hot and you make me hot,” he replies, giggling.
“What about your fiancée?”
“What fiancée?”
“The guy you’re marrying in a few days,” Aki answers, getting a little uncomfortable with the closeness.
“Nnn…I wanna sleep with you,” Meev says, nuzzling on Aki’s side.
“Nani?!?” the dancer blurts, eyes widen by his comment.
“Well, I’m a man and you’re a man. That’s what you like, right?”
The other nods slowly and says, “But you’re getting married. That would be cheating.”
Miyavi let’s go of Aki’s waist, pushes him flat on the bed, and climbs on top of him. Giggling a little, he slides his hand up the other’s shirt as he leans down to softly kiss his lips. He pulls his lips away, slips the dancer’s shirt off and kisses him deeper.
“Mmm…Miyavi,” Aki moans a little, throwing his arms around the other’s neck, “You’re drunk.”
He chuckles softly, smiling down on him, “Even better.”
Straddling Aki’s hips, he unfastens the other’s pants, then begins slipping them off with his underwear. Aki giggles, squirming out of his clothes. Meev lifts himself up and slips off the remainder of his clothes, giggling with the other.
Meev reaches over the top drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a tube. He opens it, squeezes it, and rubs some on himself and the dancer. When he was done, he tosses it aside and forces himself in Aki.
Moaning softly, Meev pushes himself in his entrance and begins moving in and out. Aki throws his arms back around the vocalist’s neck and bucks up on him. Moving his body faster, he makes his thrusts harder.
As time passes, the moans grow louder, the giggling become infectious, and their rhythm become smoother. The climax fades and the two men slow down their movements.
Miyavi places small kisses up the dancer’s neck as he combs through the other’s hair with his thin fingers. Aki smiles as Meev’s lips move higher up and then to his lips. Miyavi rests his head on Aki’s shoulder as he begins to drift off to sleep.
Pairings: Miyavi x Shou, Miyavi x Aki
Character(s): Tora & Kyo
Band: soloist, Alice Nine, Dir en grey, & SID
Rating: R (for yaoi lemons)
Summary: This is a joke fic between my friends since I'm Miyavi and my other friend is Shou. And I hate writing about strippers. So...hard. *sulks*
Author's Notes: Shou is Miyavi's fiance, Kyo is Miyavi's cousin, & Shou and Tora are brothers. Get it? Got it? Good!
There were only 3 more days until Miyavi and Shou’s wedding and everyone was ready for the big day. Everything was bought and the people involved in the ceremony were almost done with rehearsal.
“Okay, people, let’s run through this one more time,” Tora demands as everyone groans in annoyance.
“Tora-kun,” Shou begins to plead, tugging on his arm a little, “we have other things to do you know.”
“Ah, right. I just want everything to be perfect. I mean you are my brother and all,” he says, looking back down at the clipboard.
“I know,” Shou responds, giving him a little hug, then turning at the people, “Alright, everyone can go home now.”
Everyone cheers and starts leaving as Miyavi approaches Shou, putting his arms around his waist.
“Arigato, Tora-kun,” Miyavi says, smiling big.
Tora nods, smiling back at him, then walking away to talk to the priest.
“Mivi, don’t do anything stupid tonight,” Shou says, looking at the rainbow haired vocalist.
“I won’t,” he responds, placing a small kiss on the other’s lips, making him smile.
He pulls away from Meev’s embrace and slaps his back lightly, “Now, go have fun, okay?”
Meev nods and kisses Shou again, before leaving the church.
~*~
As Kyo and Miyavi walk out the elevator of Meev’s apartment complex, they begin heading toward his door while talking about pulling pranks. He puts the key in the hole, turns it, and opens the door. He switches on the light and everyone in the room yells, “Surprise!”
He jumps a little and laughs while looking around his living room. “Wow! Thanks, guys,” he says, smiling wide.
Putting a hand on his shoulder. Kyo responds, “Well, you can’t get hitched without a party, right?”
Everyone chuckles a little as the short, blonde man leads him to a red chair and handing him some sake from someone else.
“Now relax and enjoy the show,” he continues, sitting on the couch as someone walks out Meev’s bedroom.
He was a medium height man dressed up with a tie and jacket. He walks toward Meev, licking his lips slowly, then caresses his cheek softly.
He blushes lightly as the man pulls away quickly, traveling to the center of the room as the music starts to play. Pulling his jacket off half way, he slips one arm out and then the other, dropping it on the floor while swaying his hips.
The men go wild as the entertainer teases them by taking his tune unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off and begins swinging it about his head, following the motion with his hips.
Grabbing another thing of sake, the stripper undoes his tie while walking toward Meev again. He wraps it around Meev’s neck, making him hesitate at taking another sip. Leaning close to his face smirking, he attempts to lead Meev out of his seat by pulling the tie toward him and stepping back carefully.
Meev bites his lip, smiling a bit nervously as he stands up in front of the stripper. He slips his belt off and drops it, turning his back to the vocalist and dances up on him. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he hesitates into moving with the other as he unfastens his pants. He grinds on him closer making Meev blush more.
The stripper turns to face him again, pushes him back in the chair, then drops his pants making the other people cheer for more action. He bends down a little, slaps his ass, and shakes it a little, before dancing erotically in the center of the room again.
Meev takes his sake again and continues watching the arousing display before him, feeling slightly embarrassed.
The music softens and the stripper slows down his movements as his audience applauds his pleasing performance.
An hour passes and the guests begin to leave. Kyo walks up to Miyavi and says, “I hope you had fun, cuz.”
“Hell yell,” Miyavi replies, slightly drunk.
They hug each other and Kyo walks out Meev’s apartment as he closes the door behind him. He looks around the living room and notices all the mess. He shrugs and drags to his bedroom.
The stripper is packing his clothes in his bag and zips it up as Miyavi enters. He looks up at the tall vocalist and smiles, then looks down to pick up his bag.
“Enjoy the show?” he asks.
“Yeah, you’re really good,” Miyavi answers, smiling.
“Great,” he responds, glancing down at the raspberry colored carpet.
Miyavi sits on the bed and looks up at the dancer, “My name’s Miyavi. What’s yours?”
Answering softly, he says, “Aki desu.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“Arigato.”
He nods with a smile and asks, “You want a drink or something?”
Aki shakes his head and politely replies, “No, thank you.”
“Do you work out much?”
“Not really. I should exercise more. Why do you ask?”
“You have a nice body. Every now and then, I exercise at the gym.” Miyavi takes his shirt off, stands up, and turns around to show off his figure. “See…”
“That’s hot,” Aki comments, blushing a little and biting his lip.
Meev falls back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. “Arigato. You’re hot too.”
Aki laughs softly at the compliment and blushes more. He glances down and says, “I guess I should leave now.”
“Where are you going?”
“Home, I guess.”
“Stay for a bit.” he smiles at the dancer.
He nods and sits on the bed.
“Y’know, you’re really hot,” Meev says, giggling to himself.
“Arigato,” Aki replies, blushing more, “I bed you say that to your future wife a lot.”
Miyavi shakes his head, laughing, “Future husband.”
“Gay?”
“Bi.”
“Ah. Men or women?”
“Either. I like them equally.”
Aki nods and says, “I love men.”
“Really?”
“Hai.”
“Why’s that?”
“They know what you want and how you want it in bed.”
“True, but I like how unpredictable a woman can be.”
“But men can be unpredictable as well,” Aki says, smiling, then looking down slightly embarrassed, “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
Miyavi laughs, nodding his head, then wraps his arms around Aki’s waist.
“Anou…what are you doing?” he asks, looking at the smiling, drunk man.
“Holding onto you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re hot and you make me hot,” he replies, giggling.
“What about your fiancée?”
“What fiancée?”
“The guy you’re marrying in a few days,” Aki answers, getting a little uncomfortable with the closeness.
“Nnn…I wanna sleep with you,” Meev says, nuzzling on Aki’s side.
“Nani?!?” the dancer blurts, eyes widen by his comment.
“Well, I’m a man and you’re a man. That’s what you like, right?”
The other nods slowly and says, “But you’re getting married. That would be cheating.”
Miyavi let’s go of Aki’s waist, pushes him flat on the bed, and climbs on top of him. Giggling a little, he slides his hand up the other’s shirt as he leans down to softly kiss his lips. He pulls his lips away, slips the dancer’s shirt off and kisses him deeper.
“Mmm…Miyavi,” Aki moans a little, throwing his arms around the other’s neck, “You’re drunk.”
He chuckles softly, smiling down on him, “Even better.”
Straddling Aki’s hips, he unfastens the other’s pants, then begins slipping them off with his underwear. Aki giggles, squirming out of his clothes. Meev lifts himself up and slips off the remainder of his clothes, giggling with the other.
Meev reaches over the top drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a tube. He opens it, squeezes it, and rubs some on himself and the dancer. When he was done, he tosses it aside and forces himself in Aki.
Moaning softly, Meev pushes himself in his entrance and begins moving in and out. Aki throws his arms back around the vocalist’s neck and bucks up on him. Moving his body faster, he makes his thrusts harder.
As time passes, the moans grow louder, the giggling become infectious, and their rhythm become smoother. The climax fades and the two men slow down their movements.
Miyavi places small kisses up the dancer’s neck as he combs through the other’s hair with his thin fingers. Aki smiles as Meev’s lips move higher up and then to his lips. Miyavi rests his head on Aki’s shoulder as he begins to drift off to sleep.