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Title: Goodbye Rain
Author: Nemo_the_nomad
Theme: #28 Jealousy
Pairing: Miyavi (solo) x Uruha (Gazette) + Ruki (Gazette) (one-sided)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone because they’re their own people and always will be.
Comments: Yeey! A chapter fiction. How ‘bout that?
Prequel: http://nemo-the-nomad.livejournal.com/7846.html#cutid1
Goodbye Rain Part One.
Ruki watched as Uruha stalked across the room slowly, making insufferably estranged noises in the back of his throat. Ruki rolled his eyes Heavenward as he watched his band mate make a spectacle of himself, but no one seemed to mind or really pay any attention, especially with Miyavi laughing hysterically. The energetic brunette was twisting and turning in the armchair he was currently situated in. And then Uruha was jumping on top of Miyavi, grabbing the vocalist’s neck with mischievous, tickling hands as the brunette squirmed to avoid the insistent touches. Ruki glared as they laughed together, Uruha taking Miyavi’s smooth cheeks in hand to angle his cheek into a position better for sucking on the flushed skin underneath a warm, brightly lit, honey toned eye.
“God, would you two fucking be serious? You’re acting like a bunch of children,” Ruki huffed as he folded his arms in exasperation. Uruha and Miyavi turned their heads to quickly glance at the dark haired vocalist, eyes wide. Ruki glared at the two innocent pairs of eyes before shaking his head. He the smiled slightly at Miyavi playfully, in a show of apology for his unexpected outburst and the other man smiled in returned acceptance before sliding his arms around Uruha’s neck, forcing the blonde’s strayed attention back towards him. Ruki sighed as he turned away from the sight of the other two. He didn’t understand why it was such an affront to see them playing in front of him, but lately Ruki just couldn’t find the strength to be around the pretty couple.
Ruki turned his gaze once again towards Miyavi and Uruha. Gods… Miyavi was probably the most beautiful man he had ever seen. And he isn’t mine, Ruki thought bitterly. He never would be. Miyavi was too in love with Uruha to see anyone other than the blonde guitarist, no matter how many times Ruki was able to fuck him senseless, Miyavi would never look at Ruki the way Ruki looked at him. And the most repulsive bit of it all was that Uruha knew. He knew Ruki loved the energetic brunette and still allowed the vocalist insight into intimate afternoons and evenings. And where the small truth of Ruki fucking his lover would bother anyone else, Uruha only smirk and held onto Miyavi tighter. Uruha would hold his lover out to give Ruki a taste, but he would never allow more than that. And even though Ruki knew he should have been more than happy with the arrangement of “fuck, but don’t kiss,” he knew he couldn’t stand it for much longer. He loved him. He loved him so much and Ruki couldn’t… But how else would you love someone from afar but to admire and fawn?
Ruki breathed deeply as Miyavi exploded into shivering giggles when Uruha whispered something into his ear, licking the shell of it lightly between chuckles of his own. How could he compete with something so happy, something so innocuously perfect together? How could Ruki break that apart? But as Miyavi began to snuggle into Uruha’s neck, bringing the other down to sit next to him and hold him, Ruki glared, because who ever said he couldn’t? Uruha was obviously too into himself to take care of the brunette or else he wouldn’t flaunt, or share Miyavi with anyone, not even Ruki. Which only showed the vocalist how little Uruha actually cared.
Author: Nemo_the_nomad
Theme: #28 Jealousy
Pairing: Miyavi (solo) x Uruha (Gazette) + Ruki (Gazette) (one-sided)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone because they’re their own people and always will be.
Comments: Yeey! A chapter fiction. How ‘bout that?
Prequel: http://nemo-the-nomad.livejournal.com/7846.html#cutid1
Goodbye Rain Part One.
Ruki watched as Uruha stalked across the room slowly, making insufferably estranged noises in the back of his throat. Ruki rolled his eyes Heavenward as he watched his band mate make a spectacle of himself, but no one seemed to mind or really pay any attention, especially with Miyavi laughing hysterically. The energetic brunette was twisting and turning in the armchair he was currently situated in. And then Uruha was jumping on top of Miyavi, grabbing the vocalist’s neck with mischievous, tickling hands as the brunette squirmed to avoid the insistent touches. Ruki glared as they laughed together, Uruha taking Miyavi’s smooth cheeks in hand to angle his cheek into a position better for sucking on the flushed skin underneath a warm, brightly lit, honey toned eye.
“God, would you two fucking be serious? You’re acting like a bunch of children,” Ruki huffed as he folded his arms in exasperation. Uruha and Miyavi turned their heads to quickly glance at the dark haired vocalist, eyes wide. Ruki glared at the two innocent pairs of eyes before shaking his head. He the smiled slightly at Miyavi playfully, in a show of apology for his unexpected outburst and the other man smiled in returned acceptance before sliding his arms around Uruha’s neck, forcing the blonde’s strayed attention back towards him. Ruki sighed as he turned away from the sight of the other two. He didn’t understand why it was such an affront to see them playing in front of him, but lately Ruki just couldn’t find the strength to be around the pretty couple.
Ruki turned his gaze once again towards Miyavi and Uruha. Gods… Miyavi was probably the most beautiful man he had ever seen. And he isn’t mine, Ruki thought bitterly. He never would be. Miyavi was too in love with Uruha to see anyone other than the blonde guitarist, no matter how many times Ruki was able to fuck him senseless, Miyavi would never look at Ruki the way Ruki looked at him. And the most repulsive bit of it all was that Uruha knew. He knew Ruki loved the energetic brunette and still allowed the vocalist insight into intimate afternoons and evenings. And where the small truth of Ruki fucking his lover would bother anyone else, Uruha only smirk and held onto Miyavi tighter. Uruha would hold his lover out to give Ruki a taste, but he would never allow more than that. And even though Ruki knew he should have been more than happy with the arrangement of “fuck, but don’t kiss,” he knew he couldn’t stand it for much longer. He loved him. He loved him so much and Ruki couldn’t… But how else would you love someone from afar but to admire and fawn?
Ruki breathed deeply as Miyavi exploded into shivering giggles when Uruha whispered something into his ear, licking the shell of it lightly between chuckles of his own. How could he compete with something so happy, something so innocuously perfect together? How could Ruki break that apart? But as Miyavi began to snuggle into Uruha’s neck, bringing the other down to sit next to him and hold him, Ruki glared, because who ever said he couldn’t? Uruha was obviously too into himself to take care of the brunette or else he wouldn’t flaunt, or share Miyavi with anyone, not even Ruki. Which only showed the vocalist how little Uruha actually cared.