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Sorry for the late reply i'm afraid I had to cut some smut short. It was causing a block so I thought if I skipped the scene then i'd finish the chapter. Sorry but I just struggle with smut nowadays. But hey, writing again!
Title: Grooming
Rating: 18
Bands: Miyavi, LM.C, Gazette, X Japan
Pairings: Miyavi X Maya, Yoshiki X Miyavi
Summary: Popular and well adjusted to high school life Miyavi's only worry is how his friends will react to his sexuality once he comes out, that is until his mothers boyfriend moves in and thinks quickly start to become rather complicated.
Warnings: This fic deals with a "step father" figure abusing the trust of his "step son" and shouldn't be read by anyone who feels this fic isn't for them.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Yoshiki was in a terrible mood and was glad that he had finally got to be in his office alone. Yesterday had been a stressful as he'd been called away to deal with one of his artists being caught with drugs. It hadn't got past a handful of people in his company which was a relief but it was still a situation he had to deal with instead of spending time with Miyavi and his friend Maya. If he'd ever had any doubts about Miyavi's sexuality they were erased now he had met the blond boy who was so obviously gay to Yoshiki's trained eyes he might as well wear a sign around his neck. In fact he wouldn't be surprised to see some action on the video footage he had collected from the day before so perhaps leaving them alone would work out for the best? He'd never see anything like that if he'd been hanging around the house with them.
Hopefully he started the footage off Miyavi's room growing more and more bad tempered as he realised that neither boy had set foot in there until Miyavi had gone up to bed. There was nothing off interest here at all except for the way Miyavi had picked up a photo from his desk and stared at it for a few minutes before turning off his light. Yoshiki was sure the photo was off the football team so he assumed Miyavi had been staring at Maya or just thinking about football in general. It was perfectly innocent footage and not what he had wanted to find at all.
Disappointed he switched to the camera in the bathroom and groaned as Miyavi's t-shirt landed over the view of the single camera he had set up in there. Nothing at all! This really wasn't going his way but it was partly his fault, as soon as he got in that house alone he was going to sort out the bathroom camera and add a few more in the living room just to get the footage he craved.
“I suppose I still have one gem.” Yoshiki reminded himself shutting his laptop and preparing to leave. He knew he was a pervert when it came too teenage boys but he didn't care, they were just so sexy to him, so innocent so sweet, it was so nice to claim them again and again until like an artist painting from a blank campus the image was done and he moved on. Problem was he was between boys right now and it was leaving him feeling rather neglected. What he needed was some fun and if he couldn't get a teenager to pleasure him then perhaps one of his past conquests who'd had the misfortune of growing up would be up for pleasing him.
Yoshiki had a boy in mind and as he picked up his phone and called the other to his office he finally found himself smiling. There was no way Daigo would say no, had he not just released two video's with the sole purpose off getting his attention? Daigo always had been his precious little whore and Yoshiki had to admit there was part of him that had missed the youngsters wild ways.
“They always grow up.” Yoshiki muttered unimpressed though at least Daigo was half his age which still left him young and desirable, even to him.
Daigo teased his hair into place as he rode the elevator up to Yoshiki's apartment trying his best to be perfect. It had been a surprise to get the call from his boss who had broken up with him almost three years ago now but it wasn't an unwanted one. He had missed Yoshiki so much and even one afternoon with him was worth the criticism his family had thrown his way when they saw the way he'd been acting. So what if fans saw his sexy side? It was part of him that he'd hidden for too long and sales of the last two singles had been a great improvement on his already prosperous career.
Reaching Yoshiki's apartment Daigo walked the familiar corridor and let himself into Yoshiki's apartment the second he realised the door was unlocked. Shocked too see a lot of Yoshiki's stuff was gone he began to wonder for the very first time if the rumours were true. Had Yoshiki really moved in with some woman? It hardly seemed possible to Daigo who knew exactly what Yoshiki liked in the bedroom, young innocent boys, not middle aged women!
“Yoshiki?” Daigo called as he slid off his long coat and hung it to one side as he quickly pulled away his jeans not wanting Yoshiki to see him in anything but the fine lace trousers he had chosen to wear. Chances were this would be the first and only time he would ever wear them but Daigo couldn't care less about things like that. He had chosen them just because they were both revealing and easy to rip away from his eager and willing body.
“I'm in the bedroom.” Yoshiki called and eagerly Daigo hurried into the room slowing down just outside the doorway so he could appear sweet and innocent at the doorway which he pushed open with false nerves like the perfectly innocent virgin who just happened to already be hard for their boyfriend.
“This is why you wanted me right?” Daigo asked as he gave Yoshiki a nervous smile and leant against the doorway as his eyes scanned over Yoshiki's rather inviting bedroom.
“Off course.” Yoshiki replied as he approached pushing his body against Daigo's so that the young man was pinned to the door frame. “How could I ignore your rather desperate cry for attention?”
“Desperate?” Daigo repeated. “Perhaps it was but nothing else worked.”
“I shouldn't award your behaviour.” Yoshiki warned but Daigo knew he wasn't going to be rejected now.
“Then tell me to go away.” Daigo challenged not at all surprised when Yoshiki turned down the suggestion.
“When you've come all the way here?” Yoshiki asked. “No, I think I'll give you exactly what you want.”
“Go on then.” Daigo challenged his sentence never truly ending as Yoshiki's mouth met his kissing him with force and passion and a desperation that Daigo hadn't felt from Yoshiki for a long time. Part of him knew he was being used but he didn't mind because it meant their was part of Yoshiki who still wanted him, still craved him and still cared for him. If only a little.
Yoshiki lay in his bed feeling quite smug with himself. Daigo was as submissive and keen as he ever was and it had been nice to truly let himself go. It'd been a wild hour but at the end he had turned cold praying Daigo got the hint and left him in peace. So far it'd been enough for the young man to not demand hugs and he had gone to shower leaving Yoshiki alone to plan on how to advance with Miyavi who though confident and cocky was a very caring and considerate man. He was the type to think about others which could prove dangerous because it suggested he strongly valued the difference between right and wrong. Still if he could get Miyavi to believe what they were doing was right, just like he'd done with all the boys before, then things should go smoothly.
In the other room the shower stopped and there was the sounds of Daigo drying himself and getting dressed before the door opened and he reappeared looking a little reluctant to leave. Staying cold Yoshiki picked up his phone and acted like he was distracted though really he was just waiting for the other to leave.
“Is this really what you want?” Daigo spoke up sounding a little bit annoyed. “For me to leave?”
“What do you think? You know me well enough to know I don't want you back in my life.” Yoshiki commented deliberately cruel because he knew Daigo wouldn't leave if he wasn't and that being nasty wouldn't stop Daigo coming to his bedroom next time he asked.
“So what? You're just going to chase after teenage boys your whole life?” Daigo demanded catching Yoshiki by surprise. “Yes I know that's what you want in a lover and that I'm too old but one day the teenager you chase will report you.”
“You didn't.” Yoshiki pointed out.
“Because I love you.” Daigo replied simply. “But you just play with my heart and you will do it again to whoever you're after now. You know because of you i'm nothing but a slut. I'll sleep with anyone who asks nice enough and that's your fault. I can't love anyone else. You destroyed my life Yoshiki and you'll keep destroying peoples chances at love until you're six feet under.”
“I think you should leave now.” Yoshiki commented coldly not liking Daigo tone in the slightest.
“Do you?” Daigo demanded. “Or perhaps I should stay and you accept that I'm the youngest you can get without being a paedophile. That's what you are. It may have been OK in your twenties but that was two decades ago.”
“When we slept together you knew what was happening. You knew what to expect. You still did it.” Yoshiki commented. “No matter what the law may say you knowingly consented to what we did and at the time you had no regrets.”
“Which is why I'll never report you but I'll warn you now. When somebody does I'm going to side with them and not you.” Daigo warned. “Consider that you're punishment for pushing me aside.”
“Goodbye Daigo.” Yoshiki replied forcefully prepared to physically kick Daigo out if he didn't leave. To be insulted in his own home!
“Goodbye Old Man.” Daigo replied turning his back as he stormed out of Yoshiki's apartment feeling hurt and rejected but also happy that he'd been with Yoshiki one more time. He truly was messed up when it came to love but what could he do? That was just the way Yoshiki had taught him to be.
“Mum are you alight?” Miyavi asked as his mother arrived home from work looking like she was about to collapse.
“I'm just tired.” his mother admitted stumbling as she walked down the hall. Concerned Miyavi ran to her side and helped her to a seat his worry written all across his face.
“Mum you look like you're about to faint or something.” he worried.
“Maybe I'm getting a cold or something? I just feel so tired.” his mother commented. “Please don't worry about me.”
“How can I not worry?” Miyavi demanded. “You're my only mother after all.”
“Silly, I should worry about you not the other way around.” his mother teased.
“Well you're sick so I get to play mother now.” Miyavi declared. “Why don't you get in bed and I'll make you some dinner?”
“That would be nice.” his mother agreed confirming Miyavi's fears, his mother must be really sick to just go to bed without preparing dinner for the family. Doing his best to act strong for her Miyavi prepared a simple dinner and preparing two plates he went upstairs to eat dinner with his Mum, the whole time praying that this was just a cold or the flu. If something happened to his Mum he didn't know if he could cope.
“You're a good boy. Don't ever stray from that path.” his mother commented as Miyavi prepared to take the plates downstairs and let her sleep.
“I won't.” Miyavi reassured her. “I'm going to work hard and get a good job and eventually have a family off my own. I want to be the best Dad in the world and have an army of kids. Perhaps six?”
“Work first.” His mother warned and Miyavi nodded before turning off the light and leaving his mother in peace breathing a sigh of relief when he heard Yoshiki arrive home. At least now he had an adult to ask for advice.