Warm, Yet So Cold
Title: Warm, Yet So Cold
Author:
gothgurl01 /
lizbeth_rapture
Ratings: NC-17 (overall)
Parings: GacktxMiyavi
Summary: “How about we go somewhere more….personal.”
Disclaimer: Like I could afford them.
Chapter 3
Miyavi had never exactly agreed to go the Scorpion. Even if he had, he never would have worn a ripped tank top showing off his cuts, scars, and tattoos with pants that were so tight they made Miyavi think that they were his nieces. His eyes were lined heavily with a deep charcoal color and his hair which had been dyed black after Sakito had realized he hated men with bright red streaks, hung in face, tickling his lips and nose.
He didn’t want to be there. All he could think about was the telephone ringing, Sakito’s angry voice on the other line. He stood to leave but his brother’s hand grabbed onto his wrist. “Miya? Where are you going?” Miyavi simply shrugged and was pushed onto the dance floor.
Miyavi didn’t dance with anyone. He would rather be home, waiting for a call he would never get. Instead he was moving his hips to a frantic song, getting lost in the hot cloud of people. He felt hands on his hips and was immediately warmed inside, although the skin iciness through his thin beater. He felt the other person grind into him and he let out a small groan. He turned to look at the man.
He saw the most stunning set of blue eyes on him.
The man ground his hips against Miyavi’s and he tried to suppress a moan building in his throat. The man was short, but urged to take the lead, putting his arms around Miyavi’s waist, pulling him closer.
He put his lips against Miyavi’s neck, the cold sending shivers down Miyavi’s spine. He placed small kisses to his neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin. The song ended and the man grabbed Miyavi’s hand, pulling him to the bar. As he sat on the stool, he looked for Hyde, finding him nowhere. Must have gone home.
The man sat next to him, handing him a martini. He didn’t say anything, just frank, his eyes scanning the dirty and humid dance club. Once his eyes fixed on Miyavi, he sat down his drink, taking a deep breath.
“I’ve been looking for you, Miyavi.” He reached for Miyavi’s face, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Miyavi bit his lip so hard it bled. He was not use to someone caring for him like this, waiting to wake up from this dream and return to his everyday nightmare.
“How do you know my name?” The man reached out, wiping the blood from Miyavi’s lip and lifted it to his mouth, sucking the crimson liquid off, hollowing his cheeks. Miyavi groaned at the sight, suddenly not caring how the man knew his name. “Who are you?”
Miyavi finally got a chance to look at the man. He was short, yes, cut his looks were hypnotizing. He had long black hair and wore a deep purple dress shirt that despite the quick paced dancing and heat seemed untouched be an impure substance like sweat. He wore black leather pants, matching the color of his dark eyes. This man was beautiful.
“My name is Gackt.” The man said from behind Miyavi. He didn’t know when or how he got back there, but he didn’t care. Letting his mouth go slack when Gackt kissed his neck, whispering in his ear. “How about we go somewhere more….personal.”
Miyavi simply nodded hi head, allowing Gackt to grab his hand and pull him away.
Miyavi had never exactly agreed to go the Scorpion.