[FIC] - Come: To an End - Miyavi/DJ TeddyLoid - PG-13 - Oneshot
Title: Come: To an End
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairings: Miyavi/DJ TeddyLoid
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: It began with a lie and ended with trust. That was what hurt the most.
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"You lied to me!" Miyavi paced frantically in the small hotel room, holding a simple black wallet.
The young, naked man on a messed bed held to his arms, trying to look at anything but the mad artist.
"You fucking lied to me!" He threw the wallet at his chest. "You're seventeen! Seventeen!" he rammed a hand against the wall and leaned on it, his bare chest heaving with anger.
"I didn't know it was that important to you."
Miyavi spun around, his long hair flying. "Think about it! Think about what would happen if anyone saw us going to this room together and made just a wee bit research." He pointed his finger accusingly at the young DJ. "The media would tore me to shreds. Miyavi, having sex with young boys he picks up in clubs." He thew his hands up high, trying to get rid off the boiling anger he felt.
"I- I'm sorry."
"No, you're not." The guitarist collected the clothes decorating the carpeted floor. He was already half dressed and just pried his hoodie from the other clothes and threw the rest onto the bed. "Put some clothes on, will you."
Miyavi rushed into the tiny bathroom to fix his makeup and hair, pulled his beanie on and stared at himself in the mirror. Why did he go with the boy? Why had he been so stupid? But it wasn't like he could ask every one night stand for an ID first. A knock on the door, he turned to look as it creaked open.
"Miyavi-san, I really am sorry." The boy spoke from under his curly, brown bangs. That tormented expression he wore, that was when the tall man's anger crumbled.
- - -
"Get out!" The man yelled, his voice thick with disappointment and rage.
"Miyavi, this isn't-" Sheets were pulled and twisted to cover naked skin.
"Don't you dare lying at me! This isn't what? Tell me what is than, if not having sex with that poor girl in my bed." He saw the young woman was scared, but he couldn't care less that very moment.
"Miyavi -" Teddy tried again, but furious eyes shut him up.
"Just get out, both of you. And give me back my keys." The keys he just had given his lover a few weeks ago, trusting him finally enough to do so.
How could he have been so wrong.
His hands were clenched into fists as he tried to hold himself back. He felt cheated, used and angry. His muscles were trembling with adrenalin, ready to lash out. He watched the couple dressing hastily. They didn't look at him, just left. Left him empty and beaten, his heart aching as he blinked tears out of his eyes. He was tired, he worked hard all day to come home and fall into bed with the one he loved. Not to find him fooling around with some random girl. He glared at his bed with it's tainted sheets and covers. The mere smell in the room disgusted him. He turned on his heals, slipped back into his shoes at the entrance and ran. Ran from the churn in his belly, the pain in his chest and the scent of home mingling with betrayal.
Where to go now?
Where to find comfort?
He wanted to change, change it all.
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Uhm.... well. Written in less than an hour. Could be better, though, but I don't want to waste too much thought on this pairing since it makes me sad.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairings: Miyavi/DJ TeddyLoid
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: It began with a lie and ended with trust. That was what hurt the most.
Rainchaser's Archive
_______________________________________________________________
"You lied to me!" Miyavi paced frantically in the small hotel room, holding a simple black wallet.
The young, naked man on a messed bed held to his arms, trying to look at anything but the mad artist.
"You fucking lied to me!" He threw the wallet at his chest. "You're seventeen! Seventeen!" he rammed a hand against the wall and leaned on it, his bare chest heaving with anger.
"I didn't know it was that important to you."
Miyavi spun around, his long hair flying. "Think about it! Think about what would happen if anyone saw us going to this room together and made just a wee bit research." He pointed his finger accusingly at the young DJ. "The media would tore me to shreds. Miyavi, having sex with young boys he picks up in clubs." He thew his hands up high, trying to get rid off the boiling anger he felt.
"I- I'm sorry."
"No, you're not." The guitarist collected the clothes decorating the carpeted floor. He was already half dressed and just pried his hoodie from the other clothes and threw the rest onto the bed. "Put some clothes on, will you."
Miyavi rushed into the tiny bathroom to fix his makeup and hair, pulled his beanie on and stared at himself in the mirror. Why did he go with the boy? Why had he been so stupid? But it wasn't like he could ask every one night stand for an ID first. A knock on the door, he turned to look as it creaked open.
"Miyavi-san, I really am sorry." The boy spoke from under his curly, brown bangs. That tormented expression he wore, that was when the tall man's anger crumbled.
- - -
"Get out!" The man yelled, his voice thick with disappointment and rage.
"Miyavi, this isn't-" Sheets were pulled and twisted to cover naked skin.
"Don't you dare lying at me! This isn't what? Tell me what is than, if not having sex with that poor girl in my bed." He saw the young woman was scared, but he couldn't care less that very moment.
"Miyavi -" Teddy tried again, but furious eyes shut him up.
"Just get out, both of you. And give me back my keys." The keys he just had given his lover a few weeks ago, trusting him finally enough to do so.
How could he have been so wrong.
His hands were clenched into fists as he tried to hold himself back. He felt cheated, used and angry. His muscles were trembling with adrenalin, ready to lash out. He watched the couple dressing hastily. They didn't look at him, just left. Left him empty and beaten, his heart aching as he blinked tears out of his eyes. He was tired, he worked hard all day to come home and fall into bed with the one he loved. Not to find him fooling around with some random girl. He glared at his bed with it's tainted sheets and covers. The mere smell in the room disgusted him. He turned on his heals, slipped back into his shoes at the entrance and ran. Ran from the churn in his belly, the pain in his chest and the scent of home mingling with betrayal.
Where to go now?
Where to find comfort?
He wanted to change, change it all.
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Uhm.... well. Written in less than an hour. Could be better, though, but I don't want to waste too much thought on this pairing since it makes me sad.