Pretend - Reita/Miyavi (one-sided), Aoi/Miyavi
Title: Pretend
Author: Kagome
Theme: #28 - Jealousy
Rating: R, just to be safe.
Pairing(s): Reita (The GazettE)/Miyavi (solo) (one-sided), Miyavi (solo)/Aoi (The GazettE).
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies.
Summary: Reita just wants to play pretend.
Comments: I’ve had this one written for a while (along with a few other fics I have yet to post), and I decided to go ahead and post it. Classes start for me again tomorrow, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll be writing as much as I’d like to. I’m still going to try, though. Anyway, as for this fic, I guess my Miyavi muse is wanting a little payback after how badly Reita treated him through a good bit of Transition. XD; This came about after listening to John Cale’s ‘Hallelujah’ far too many times for my own good. I think it fits this fic quite well, though. ^.^; I hope you like it. Written for 50stories.
Pretend
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that you’re not here - in my bed with your arms around me, your lips moving hungrily and desperately against my own - just because you’re drunk and you’re upset over the fight that you had with Aoi earlier. Let’s pretend that you’re here for something more than just sex; let’s pretend that there’s something more between us than just that.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that Aoi isn’t even in the picture. Let’s pretend that you’re mine, and that it’s me you’re seeing when we have sex - me, instead of him. Let’s pretend that you’re here because you want to be, not because you think you have nowhere else to go, and no-one else to turn to.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that I’m the only one that can make you feel like this - the only one that can make you gasp and moan and writhe and tug at my hair and beg me never to stop. Let’s pretend that there’s something else in your eyes - something more than just lust and desire - when I’m inside you. Let’s pretend that it’s my name on your lips, instead of his.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that you’ll stay here with me tonight instead of going back to him. Let’s pretend that you don’t come to my home - to my bed, to my arms - simply for comfort sex when you and Aoi have had a disagreement, or are out of sorts. Let’s pretend that you love me.
Tonight… Well, tonight is just like any other night, I suppose. As soon as your heart has calmed somewhat and has stopped beating so frantically, you sit up, running fingers through your disheveled hair (has Aoi ever told you how beautiful you are when your hair’s a mess?) and scan the room, looking for your clothes.
I reach for you, and I ask you - very quietly - to stay. You smile at me softly and shake your head, telling me that you’ve already stayed long enough and that Aoi will be wondering where you are. Your fights might be intense, but they don’t last more than a few hours. I suppose that’s why you never stay the night with me. I’d like to see your sleeping face, just once. It’s something that Aoi gets to do every morning, right? I wonder if he takes that luxury for granted.
You clean yourself up a little and tug on your clothes. You’re rushing; you’re eager to be back in his arms; you’re ready to forget what took place between us - at least, until you and Aoi have another fight. That is the only time that I seem to exist, as far as you’re concerned. What sort of friendship is this?
You kiss me just once more before you leave, tossing a casual, “I’ll see you later,” over your shoulder as you exit my bedroom. I listen to your footsteps and how their sound becomes fainter with each step that you take. I hear the front door open and close, and I know now that I am alone yet again.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that you’re not going back to Aoi, and that you’re going to the store to buy ingredients to make us pancakes - for breakfast tomorrow morning, of course - instead. Let’s pretend that you’ll be back in a few minutes - an hour, at the most - instead of a few days, a few weeks, or even a few months… Whenever it is that you have another fight with Aoi - I know that that is when you’ll show up at my door. Let’s pretend that any minute now, you’ll run back into my bedroom, and you’ll tell me that you want to be with me and that you’ve always wanted to be with me.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend… Let’s pretend that I’m not completely and utterly jealous of Aoi - that I don’t hate one of my best friends and my bandmates because he has something that I will never have: your heart. Let’s pretend that it doesn’t tear me in two every time you walk away from me. Let’s pretend that I don’t love you.
I’ve never been very good at playing pretend. Something tells me that you’ve never been very good at it, either, Miyavi.
~END~
Author: Kagome
Theme: #28 - Jealousy
Rating: R, just to be safe.
Pairing(s): Reita (The GazettE)/Miyavi (solo) (one-sided), Miyavi (solo)/Aoi (The GazettE).
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies.
Summary: Reita just wants to play pretend.
Comments: I’ve had this one written for a while (along with a few other fics I have yet to post), and I decided to go ahead and post it. Classes start for me again tomorrow, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll be writing as much as I’d like to. I’m still going to try, though. Anyway, as for this fic, I guess my Miyavi muse is wanting a little payback after how badly Reita treated him through a good bit of Transition. XD; This came about after listening to John Cale’s ‘Hallelujah’ far too many times for my own good. I think it fits this fic quite well, though. ^.^; I hope you like it. Written for 50stories.
Pretend
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that you’re not here - in my bed with your arms around me, your lips moving hungrily and desperately against my own - just because you’re drunk and you’re upset over the fight that you had with Aoi earlier. Let’s pretend that you’re here for something more than just sex; let’s pretend that there’s something more between us than just that.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that Aoi isn’t even in the picture. Let’s pretend that you’re mine, and that it’s me you’re seeing when we have sex - me, instead of him. Let’s pretend that you’re here because you want to be, not because you think you have nowhere else to go, and no-one else to turn to.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that I’m the only one that can make you feel like this - the only one that can make you gasp and moan and writhe and tug at my hair and beg me never to stop. Let’s pretend that there’s something else in your eyes - something more than just lust and desire - when I’m inside you. Let’s pretend that it’s my name on your lips, instead of his.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that you’ll stay here with me tonight instead of going back to him. Let’s pretend that you don’t come to my home - to my bed, to my arms - simply for comfort sex when you and Aoi have had a disagreement, or are out of sorts. Let’s pretend that you love me.
Tonight… Well, tonight is just like any other night, I suppose. As soon as your heart has calmed somewhat and has stopped beating so frantically, you sit up, running fingers through your disheveled hair (has Aoi ever told you how beautiful you are when your hair’s a mess?) and scan the room, looking for your clothes.
I reach for you, and I ask you - very quietly - to stay. You smile at me softly and shake your head, telling me that you’ve already stayed long enough and that Aoi will be wondering where you are. Your fights might be intense, but they don’t last more than a few hours. I suppose that’s why you never stay the night with me. I’d like to see your sleeping face, just once. It’s something that Aoi gets to do every morning, right? I wonder if he takes that luxury for granted.
You clean yourself up a little and tug on your clothes. You’re rushing; you’re eager to be back in his arms; you’re ready to forget what took place between us - at least, until you and Aoi have another fight. That is the only time that I seem to exist, as far as you’re concerned. What sort of friendship is this?
You kiss me just once more before you leave, tossing a casual, “I’ll see you later,” over your shoulder as you exit my bedroom. I listen to your footsteps and how their sound becomes fainter with each step that you take. I hear the front door open and close, and I know now that I am alone yet again.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend that you’re not going back to Aoi, and that you’re going to the store to buy ingredients to make us pancakes - for breakfast tomorrow morning, of course - instead. Let’s pretend that you’ll be back in a few minutes - an hour, at the most - instead of a few days, a few weeks, or even a few months… Whenever it is that you have another fight with Aoi - I know that that is when you’ll show up at my door. Let’s pretend that any minute now, you’ll run back into my bedroom, and you’ll tell me that you want to be with me and that you’ve always wanted to be with me.
Let’s play pretend.
Let’s pretend… Let’s pretend that I’m not completely and utterly jealous of Aoi - that I don’t hate one of my best friends and my bandmates because he has something that I will never have: your heart. Let’s pretend that it doesn’t tear me in two every time you walk away from me. Let’s pretend that I don’t love you.
I’ve never been very good at playing pretend. Something tells me that you’ve never been very good at it, either, Miyavi.
~END~