[FIC] TATSUROUXMIYA - MUCC - LOVE IN THE ICE - ONESHOT
Title: Love in the Ice
Band: MUCC
Pairing: TatsurouXMiya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, sex, manXman, anal, oral
Word Count: 2,258 (o.o eep!)
Beta: waffleatewalter
Disclaimer: They used my bed No ownership...T_T
Comments: Alrighty, so this was a neat one. First smut scene ever. (The last was NOT smut, rape is not smut). ^_^ Anyways...It went through so many changes. It started MiyaxTatsurou, but that changed somewhere along the way; then it got sappy somewhere in there; Miya decided to get all lovey-dovey on Tatsu; I don't even know how many times the POV changed. During Taste of Chaos. If it sucks, tell me please. Enjoy!
Douzo!
Tatsurou peeked in the hotel room. Miya was in front of the computer, frowning. The vocalist stifled a giggle at the cute sight.
"Fuck!" Miya slapped the table.
"What's wrong?" Tatsurou finally opened the door. Miya jumped, startled.
"When did you get in here?" he glared at the tall man.
"Just now I guess..." he smirked. Miya frowned once more. Tatsurou glided over to where Miya was sitting and put his arms on either side of him. He grinned at the glaring, helpless man.
"Tatsu...not now," he gave him a pleading look, but it went ignored. Tatsurou turned and sat in Miya's lap.
"Well what are you doing that's so important?" he nuzzled the smaller man's neck. Miya groaned.
"Updating this, remember our manager said we needed to?" Miya pointed at the computer screen.
"Oh yeah...well, post something for me would you?" he licked Miya's jaw. He groaned again. Tatsurou shimmied off his lap, happy with the response. He bounced onto the hotel bed with a sigh, bored already. He could hear Miya typing, slowly. Tatsurou wished he'd hurry, and then they could do something more fun. But Miya was slow at typing...much too slow.
Tatsurou sighed again, loudly and overdramatic. He looked at Miya who ignored him. "Miya..." Tatsurou whined. Miya grunted in answer. "Are you almost done?" He continued to whine.
The guitarist chuckled at the silly man on the bed. "Give me a minute. I'm finishing your entry," but his tone was playful. Tatsurou thought a minute. How to make Miya hurry… hm...He unzipped his pants noisily, ensuring the small man would hear him. Apparently he did, as the typing stopped briefly. Tatsurou wondered if he was looking at him. He reached into his own pants, gasping at the contact. He stroked his hardening penis, moaning loudly. The touches were slow and soft, not wanting it to end before it got started. Tatsurou felt the bed dip, startled he was so blind with pleasure he hadn't heard the typing stop. The vocalist looked at Miya, smirking. Miya stared back at him with lust-filled eyes. He moved his hands onto Tatsurou's thighs, making him squirm. The vocalist grabbed his shirt, pulling him up to his mouth. Tatsurou crushed their lips together with bruising force. Miya's tongue stroked Tatsurou's lip, requesting entrance which he gave happily. For a moment their tongues battled for dominance, but Tatsurou soon gave in.
The vocalist slid his hands into Miya's tight black shirt, rubbing and touching as much skin as was available to him. Miya moaned into his mouth as a particularly sensitive area was caressed. Tatsurou smiled, always happy to please his band mate. The vocalist pinched his nipple and Miya shuddered. His hand reached down between the vocalists legs and squeezed. Tatsurou wrapped his long legs around Miya's hips and rubbed their crotches together when Miya moved his hand, tearing a moan from both of their mouths. Miya broke the kiss as Tatsurou ground into him. He bit Tatsurou's neck, hard enough to leave a bruise. Tatsurou groaned. He used Miya's pleasured state to his advantage and flipped them, so he straddled Miya's hips. He could feel the smaller man's erection pressing against him and he became aware of his own, straining in the confines of his jeans. Miya smirked up at him, loving when Tatsurou looked like this. He was so beautiful, his dark eyes filled with want, need. These were the times he cherished most. Of course the physical aspect was great, but that was true with your hand as well. With the other man it was so much more than just sex, at least on his part. His thoughts were torn from him as Tatsurou rolled his hips against his own. Miya moaned at the contact.
Tatsurou smirked. "What you thinking about?" he cocked his head.
"You," Miya surprised even him with the boldness. Tatsurou smiled. He leaned in and kissed the small guitarist.
"Don't be so serious, Miya-chan. And get this shirt off," he tugged the shirt over his head. Miya gasped as the cool air hit his overheated skin. The vocalist leaned in to his chest and licked a nipple, at which Miya groaned. Tatsurou made his way down the body below him, kissing and licking in random areas. When he reached Miya's bellybutton, he paid more attention. His tongue made a warm, wet trail around it, cooling when his tongue left. He dipped it in and Miya gasped at the sensation.
He pulled Tatsurou back up to him though, needing to feel more of him, see more of him. He took the offensive shirt off as quickly as he could, Tatsurou chuckling at his rush. The guitarist ran his hands over his chest and sides, Tatsurou leaning in to the contact. Finally he broke away, making Miya pout. He loved the feeling of Tatsurou's skin, so warm and soft with just a hint of the muscle underneath. His hands want to Miya's pants, undoing them lazily. Miya was getting impatient. He squirmed under him, urging him to continue. Tatsurou laughed at him, but finally removed his pants completely. Miya wet to remove Tatsurou's pants, but his hands were slapped away. The vocalist removed Miya' boxers, freeing his erection. He stroked the other man's thighs, going higher, but never touching him. Miya squirmed.
"Mm...Tatsu, stop teasing," he whined, and was smirked at. But the larger man relented. He spread the pre-come around the tip, and then turned to stroking him lazily. Miya moaned loudly, hoping no one could hear him, but not really caring either way. Tatsurou leaned into the length and flicked his tongue at the head. The smaller man made a strangled sort of sound. His tongue circled the tip slowly. Miya bucked his hips, but Tatsurou pulled back. He put his hands on the other's hips, holding him in place. He resumed his teasing. He licked the base of the shaft, drawing his tongue up the vein on the underside of it. Miya quivered and moaned at once.
Finally he felt he'd teased enough. He took just the tip in first, sucking on it and making the guitarist violently move his hips, struggling against the hands to make the tall man take more of him. But Tatsurou was not one to be rushed. In an agonizingly slow pace, he took more of the length inside his mouth. Miya was a moaning, writhing mess when Tatsurou suddenly deep-throated him, making the small man nearly scream in pleasure.
Miya had been grabbing the sheets, twisting them and tearing at them until his knuckles were white. Now he placed them in Tatsurou's hair, pulling, but not trying to hurry, just better than tearing up the hotel's sheets.
Tatsurou continued to suck and lick at the erection before him, now teasing the sack with his hand, making Miya even louder. "T...Tatsu! I'm..." But Miya didn't have to say it, Tatsurou pulled back. The guitarist made a whimper of protest. The vocalist smiled and slid off the bed. He was met with a confused look which he was pleased to ignore. He made a show of undoing his belt, then ripping it out and tossing it in the vague direction of the bathroom. He slowly undid his pants, making sure Miya was watching him. He let his pants drop, revealing he wasn't wearing underwear. He crawled back up to Miya, who was waiting aroused and impatient. He grabbed the vocalist's head and pulled him down for a kiss that was sloppy, lusty and brutal.
The kiss broke for need of air. Moth men's breathing was more like panting. Tatsurou brought two fingers to Miya's mouth. "Suck," he ordered. This brought a twitch to Miya's erection, loving when Tatsurou was being dominant. The fingers were happily welcomed into the small man's mouth. He swirled his tongue around them and between them, sucking and scraping his teeth lightly, simulating a blow-job. Tatsurou watched with keen interest, the provocative act arousing him impossibly further.
However, the vocalist had to pull his fingers away, now getting desperate for his release. He brought the fingers down to the ring of tight muscle and gave Miya a questioning look. The man on the bed took a deep breath, coaxing his body to relax, and nodded. Tatsurou pushed a single finger inside, Miya immediately tensing. The taller man wriggled his finger around, prodding and stretching. Soon after he inserted the second finger, he started scissoring them, trying as best he could to prepare him. Miya jerked down to meet the fingers and let out a strangled scream when Tatsurou stroked the bundle of nerves inside him. The vocalist smiled, glad Miya was feeling pleasure instead of discomfort.
Too quickly he pulled his fingers out and Miya whined at the sudden emptiness, even though he knew it would soon be much better for them both.
Tatsurou sat back on his knees and spit on his hand, stroking it over his length and sighing at the contact. When Miya gave him a confused look, the vocalist shrugged, "We ran out yesterday," he said with an embarrassed grin. The guitarist shook his head.
Tatsurou positioned himself between the smaller man's spread thighs; Miya hooking his legs around the taller's hips. All at once he thrust inside him, pushing until he was completely inside. Miya bit his lip harshly at the pain. A few tears leaked out of his eyes and Tatsurou kissed them away, patiently waiting for Miya to adjust. It didn't take long though before Miya got impatient.. He wiggled a little bit, letting the vocalist know it was more than okay to start moving. He pulled back so only the tip was inside and immediately thrust back inside him. Both men moaned loudly at the pleasure the movement had caused.
Tatsurou kept his thrusts like that: hard, deep and slow. Miya attached his lips to Tatsurou's sweaty shoulder, sucking softly. The vocalist's thrusts came faster now, eager to bring their release.
The guitarist pushed against Tatsurou's thrusts, meeting and deepening them. When that sweet spot inside of him was hit, he all but screamed in pleasure, bringing his hand down to stroke his throbbing, almost painful erection.
He pulled the larger man down for another kiss. The vocalist continued to hit Miya's prostate, making him moan and writhe at the intense pleasure he was receiving, the double stimulation from his own hand that still stroked making him crazy. Suddenly the door swung open, the two men freezing their motions.
"Hey, guys! We were..." Taka's voice trailed upon viewing the sight before him. "What the fuck...?"
The couple on the bed just stared at the man who interrupted them. Slowly a blush crept onto Taka's handsome face. He mumbled something and proceeded to look away. "Umm...s-sorry..." he quickly turned around and left the room, closing the door tightly behind him.
The two on the bed finally looked at one another. "I thought you locked that door..." Miya glared at the form above him. Tatsurou started laughing uncontrollably. But the vibrations when he laughed reminded the guitarist of how aroused the both still were. He clenched his muscles around the other, halting his laughs. Miya wrapped his arms around the other's neck, pulling him down to kiss him.
Tatsurou rolled his hips, making Miya whimper/groan at the sudden movement. They quickly resumed their earlier pace. When Miya felt that familiar burn in his stomach and tightening in his balls, he put his hand on his length and stroked with rough, hard touches, not matching Tatsurou's pace, but too needy to care.
The noises the larger man was making told Miya that he was about to come as well. Finally with a tug and gentle squeeze of himself, he released on his hand and both of their stomachs.
When Miya orgasmed, his muscles clenched around Tatsurou and it was just too much. His hot fluid released inside Miya, leaving both men exhausted. He collapsed on top of the small guitarist, trying to regain his strength.
"Tatsu...you're heavy," Miya squirmed. Tatsurou chuckled and pulled out of him, rolling over so he wouldn't squash anyone. He put his arm around the other and pulled him close. He sniffed at his neck, loving the scent that could only be described as Miya. The said man put his hand over Tatsurou's mouth and nose.
"That tickles," he smiled. The taller man felt he could lay there forever with Miya in his arms. He knew so many people thought it was wrong, two men shouldn't be together. Tatsurou had felt the same way before he realized his feeling for Miya. He smiled into the hand. He didn't care who thought it was wrong, because for them it was so right.
Miya felt the heavy weight of sleep taking over his body. Tatsurou’s was so warm and he stroked Miya's hair so soothingly. He loved these moments, but he also hated them. He felt so vulnerable and weak. His eyes fell closed and sleep nudged his consciousness.
"I wonder if we could get Taka to buy the lube for us."
Owaru!
A/N As I said before...some craziness here, but I think it's okay considering. I dunno, you tell me. ^_^