Follow the Night Light - Chapter 7
Chapter: 7
Pairing(s): Miyavi x Toshiya, Mako x Toshiya
Band(s): Dir en grey & deadman
Rating: overall R
Summary: Miyavi comes face to face with the enemy.
Author's Notes: This was fun to write. I hope my vision was properly written.
Miyavi splashes water on his face and closes his eyes, enjoying the cool feeling on his skin. He splashes a little more water, turns the water off, and reaches for his towel. He stands up straight and dries his face, dabbing the towel over his forehead. He slowly opens his eyes and jumps a bit at the double reflection, smirking in the background.
“Mako…” the musician says softly, staring at the other’s reflection in disbelief.
“So, now you remember me,” the tall man says with a smirk, “I thought you forgot all about me.”
“I thought you were gone.”
“Well, I took a little vacation, then I figured that I’d check up on things with you,” he simply answers.
“Why don’t you go back on vacation…a permanent one preferably,” Miyavi says coldly, pushing past the other to the kitchen. He rubs his head and opens the fridge, looking around for something to drink. He takes out a can of soda, opens it, and closes the door.
“You have a wonderful life, Miyavi. I envy you,” Mako comments with a glass of wine in his hand and his legs crossed.
Miyavi makes a face and walks away to the living room, sipping on his soda. He sits on the couch and sighs softly.
“I’m very fond of your boyfriend too. Best decision you ever made in your personal life,” Mako adds, leaning on the door frame, “No what’s his name again?”
The soloist continues drinking and stares at the television silently.
“Oh yeah, Toshiya~” he says with a smirk, “He’s definitely a keeper. You must’ve been with him for a long time, ne?”
Miyavi glances at the other, then back at the screen, sipping at the carbonated beverage.
“He’s really good in bed. Definitely a noisy one,” Mako smirks a little more, “I never knew you were attracted to that.”
“Leave Toshiya alone! You already made us fight,” Miyavi commands, shooting an intense glare at the other.
“Why? I thought I was doing you a favor. I heard you haven’t been putting out for a long time.”
“I have my reasons and he never complains. We have something deeper than just the physical.
“Don’t tell me you believe that love crap,” Mako muses.
Miyavi falls silent for a moment and sighs, “Well, I don’t care whether you believe it or not, but I seriously want you to leave my lover alone and never bother him again.”
~*~
Toshiya enters the house and immediately heads upstairs to the bedroom. He opens the door, turns the light on, and jumps a bit at the dark figure. He smiles a bit and says, “You scared me there.” He walks over to the dresser, opens a drawer, and digs around for extra clothes. “I’m going to be staying with Die-kun for a couple days. I figured we probably need a little space, but I’ll be back and you can call-“
A hand grabs Toshiya’s wrist and Mako stares at him seriously.
The brunette looks up from his clothes and slowly moves his gaze up to the other. “I’m not breaking up with you. I love you too much to let you go so easily,” he explains with a soft smile.
“You’re not going,” the taller man says firmly, tightening his grip on the other’s wrist.
“Ah~ You’re…you’re hurting me,” Toshiya says almost weakly.
“I thought you liked pain, Toshiya.”
He cries out and tries to pull away from the other, but soon gets dragged away from the dresser. He struggles to move away and suddenly gets pushed into the wall. He winces a bit and looks at Mako in slight fear. “I…I don’t like this kind of pain. Please stop…you’re…you’re scaring me,” he admits a bit hesitantly.
Mako smirks and gets a hold of Toshiya’s throat, gradually tightening his grasp. He leans in some and commands, “You’re staying with me. I don’t trust you alone with him.”
“But…” Toshiya tries to explain with the lack of air, “…I love only you.”
“Love is a bunch of bull shit dreams!” the taller man growls, pushing Toshiya down on the bed. He crawls on top of him, straddles his hips, and looks down at the slightly shaking man, before caressing his cheek and wiping a tear away. “Aww…why are you crying? Are you scared of me?”
Toshiya sniffs and shakes his head a little, finding it strangely painful to look at his lover in such a dark façade. He turns a bit pale as he notices the other’s hand holding something shiny.
Mako opens the knife and runs the sharp edge down the fabric of his partner’s shirt, cutting it in half. He lightly lets the cool blade touch his skin and smirks at the brunette’s fearful expression. He removes the ripped clothing off and immediately strips the rest of Toshiya’s clothes off.
“W-why are you…doing this to me?” Toshiya stammers, squirming under the taller male.
“Because you’re mine and I want everyone to know they can’t have you,” he answers with his usual smirk, before unzipping his own pants.
Mako positions himself between his victim’s legs and forces himself in his body, making him cry out again. He slaps Toshiya and commands, “Enjoy it.” He begins his rough movements, ignoring the crying pleads and whimpers from below him, until his body was completely satisfied.
Pairing(s): Miyavi x Toshiya, Mako x Toshiya
Band(s): Dir en grey & deadman
Rating: overall R
Summary: Miyavi comes face to face with the enemy.
Author's Notes: This was fun to write. I hope my vision was properly written.
Miyavi splashes water on his face and closes his eyes, enjoying the cool feeling on his skin. He splashes a little more water, turns the water off, and reaches for his towel. He stands up straight and dries his face, dabbing the towel over his forehead. He slowly opens his eyes and jumps a bit at the double reflection, smirking in the background.
“Mako…” the musician says softly, staring at the other’s reflection in disbelief.
“So, now you remember me,” the tall man says with a smirk, “I thought you forgot all about me.”
“I thought you were gone.”
“Well, I took a little vacation, then I figured that I’d check up on things with you,” he simply answers.
“Why don’t you go back on vacation…a permanent one preferably,” Miyavi says coldly, pushing past the other to the kitchen. He rubs his head and opens the fridge, looking around for something to drink. He takes out a can of soda, opens it, and closes the door.
“You have a wonderful life, Miyavi. I envy you,” Mako comments with a glass of wine in his hand and his legs crossed.
Miyavi makes a face and walks away to the living room, sipping on his soda. He sits on the couch and sighs softly.
“I’m very fond of your boyfriend too. Best decision you ever made in your personal life,” Mako adds, leaning on the door frame, “No what’s his name again?”
The soloist continues drinking and stares at the television silently.
“Oh yeah, Toshiya~” he says with a smirk, “He’s definitely a keeper. You must’ve been with him for a long time, ne?”
Miyavi glances at the other, then back at the screen, sipping at the carbonated beverage.
“He’s really good in bed. Definitely a noisy one,” Mako smirks a little more, “I never knew you were attracted to that.”
“Leave Toshiya alone! You already made us fight,” Miyavi commands, shooting an intense glare at the other.
“Why? I thought I was doing you a favor. I heard you haven’t been putting out for a long time.”
“I have my reasons and he never complains. We have something deeper than just the physical.
“Don’t tell me you believe that love crap,” Mako muses.
Miyavi falls silent for a moment and sighs, “Well, I don’t care whether you believe it or not, but I seriously want you to leave my lover alone and never bother him again.”
~*~
Toshiya enters the house and immediately heads upstairs to the bedroom. He opens the door, turns the light on, and jumps a bit at the dark figure. He smiles a bit and says, “You scared me there.” He walks over to the dresser, opens a drawer, and digs around for extra clothes. “I’m going to be staying with Die-kun for a couple days. I figured we probably need a little space, but I’ll be back and you can call-“
A hand grabs Toshiya’s wrist and Mako stares at him seriously.
The brunette looks up from his clothes and slowly moves his gaze up to the other. “I’m not breaking up with you. I love you too much to let you go so easily,” he explains with a soft smile.
“You’re not going,” the taller man says firmly, tightening his grip on the other’s wrist.
“Ah~ You’re…you’re hurting me,” Toshiya says almost weakly.
“I thought you liked pain, Toshiya.”
He cries out and tries to pull away from the other, but soon gets dragged away from the dresser. He struggles to move away and suddenly gets pushed into the wall. He winces a bit and looks at Mako in slight fear. “I…I don’t like this kind of pain. Please stop…you’re…you’re scaring me,” he admits a bit hesitantly.
Mako smirks and gets a hold of Toshiya’s throat, gradually tightening his grasp. He leans in some and commands, “You’re staying with me. I don’t trust you alone with him.”
“But…” Toshiya tries to explain with the lack of air, “…I love only you.”
“Love is a bunch of bull shit dreams!” the taller man growls, pushing Toshiya down on the bed. He crawls on top of him, straddles his hips, and looks down at the slightly shaking man, before caressing his cheek and wiping a tear away. “Aww…why are you crying? Are you scared of me?”
Toshiya sniffs and shakes his head a little, finding it strangely painful to look at his lover in such a dark façade. He turns a bit pale as he notices the other’s hand holding something shiny.
Mako opens the knife and runs the sharp edge down the fabric of his partner’s shirt, cutting it in half. He lightly lets the cool blade touch his skin and smirks at the brunette’s fearful expression. He removes the ripped clothing off and immediately strips the rest of Toshiya’s clothes off.
“W-why are you…doing this to me?” Toshiya stammers, squirming under the taller male.
“Because you’re mine and I want everyone to know they can’t have you,” he answers with his usual smirk, before unzipping his own pants.
Mako positions himself between his victim’s legs and forces himself in his body, making him cry out again. He slaps Toshiya and commands, “Enjoy it.” He begins his rough movements, ignoring the crying pleads and whimpers from below him, until his body was completely satisfied.