Envious | Aiji/Maya | NC-17 | One shot
Featuring: LM.C, Miyavi
Pairings/Charactors: Aiji/Maya, Miyavi
Genre: Smut, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex. Voyeurism. BDSM.
Comments: I made friends with Spell Check and the English Dictionary. Please enjoy~ This is kind of short.
Summary: Miyavi is jealous, watching his ex-boy friend get screwed. Maya is gagged and wearing a leash. Aiji is very, very pleased.
"Be a good little boy, Maya-chan, and you'll get a treat." Aiji said lustfully, a devious smirk on his face. Maya was bent down, his hands grasping the table, with Aiji standing behind him holding a piece of black leather in his hands.
The door to their room was left ajar. Miyavi watched quietly from outside, his former-lover being violated by a new and unfamiliar body. His mind uneasy, is this the guy Maya loves so much? Is this who he ended up with? Miyavi could admit he was struck with jealousy, the way Maya obeyed Aiji like a well trained dog. Hell, Maya even had a leash on that was being firmly gripped by the dark haired man.
"Will you be silent for me, pet?" Aiji asked Maya, his hand slipping down the blond man's back. "Yes. I promise." Maya sounded like a child making a promise to his mother that he wouldn't do something silly, his voice cooing at the feel of Aiji's hand on his delicate skin. Aiji didn't say much more, his finger circled the ring of Maya's entrance. The blond whimpered, quietly, yet still he whimpered and Aiji's ears caught it. "Tsk, tsk, Maya-chan. You promised. . ." Aiji raised the leather he held, obviously a paddle or whip, and smacked Maya's beautiful body. Watching Maya receive such treatment made Miyavi cringe.
Loud screams and whimpers echoed throughout the room until Maya found the strength to bite down hard on his lip to prevent anymore noises. His butt ruddy and stinging. "You're such a bad little slut, you can't listen to a word." The words that trailed out of Aiji's mouth angered Miyavi. Who was he to call Maya a slut? Or to insult him in such a way? Maya was always a good. . . Well. Miyavi was always a good uke to him.
"We're going to need to shut up that pretty little mouth of yours so no one hears you screaming." Aiji again smirked, taking out a matching black cloth and gagging him with it. As he finished, his finger glided down to prepare his lover. One finger, Maya shivered. Another finger added, a deep yet silent groan. Maya bucked against Aiji's fingers, wanting him in deeper. Harder.
"Enough preparation I suppose, you're so impatient." Aiji sighed, laughing in his mind.
Miyavi watch as Aiji shoved his length into Maya, seeming to be careless of the pain the blond might have to endure.
Maya's head lifted up at first, the cloth pressing back his scream, filled with lust and pleasure, so everything was silent. As Aiji was buried all the way in his head dove for his arms, resting, trying to lease the tension in himself. Aiji moaned in delight, "Maya, you're so tight. How many times has Miyavi done this to you?"
It was silly to ask the gagged boy a question, knowing he was in no position to answer him, but he did know the answer anyway. It was; never. Miyavi could feel his emotions building up; aggravation, envy, guilt, and a slight depression.
Aiji pulled on Maya's leash, forcing his head up. His tongue making invisible patterns on the flesh, causing Maya to shiver. "God, Maya-chan, you're so beautiful." Aiji slowed his movements, only to roughen the thrusting.
His leash was pulled even higher until he was standing against his lover. Aiji's free hand rubbed Maya's side and occasionally his inner thigh.
So this is what it's come to, isn't it Miyavi? Watching his ex-boyfriend get his brains screwed out while he sits alone in the hallway, some what turned on by the sight of Maya's tears of pleasure seeping out his eyes. Yet, he was disgusted by the way Aiji treated him, the way Maya was so obedient, and himself for being so sick as to continue watching.
Aiji gripped Maya's throbbing erection, plumping it quickly, he wasn't going to last much longer. Maya threw his head back, a groan was muffled, resting on the guitarist's shoulder. The dark haired man bit down on Maya's neck, surely going to leave a mark, preventing himself from moaning as he came into Maya's domain.
Soon after, Maya's orgasm was ripped into Aiji's hand and spilled carelessly on the floor.
Suddenly Aiji's eyes met Miyavi's, knowing. "Did you enjoy the show, Miyavi-san?" He asked, almost mockingly. How long did he know Miyavi was standing there?
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Comments: Aiji and Maya go so nicely together!
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Pairings/Charactors: Aiji/Maya, Miyavi
Genre: Smut, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex. Voyeurism. BDSM.
Comments: I made friends with Spell Check and the English Dictionary. Please enjoy~ This is kind of short.
Summary: Miyavi is jealous, watching his ex-boy friend get screwed. Maya is gagged and wearing a leash. Aiji is very, very pleased.
"Be a good little boy, Maya-chan, and you'll get a treat." Aiji said lustfully, a devious smirk on his face. Maya was bent down, his hands grasping the table, with Aiji standing behind him holding a piece of black leather in his hands.
The door to their room was left ajar. Miyavi watched quietly from outside, his former-lover being violated by a new and unfamiliar body. His mind uneasy, is this the guy Maya loves so much? Is this who he ended up with? Miyavi could admit he was struck with jealousy, the way Maya obeyed Aiji like a well trained dog. Hell, Maya even had a leash on that was being firmly gripped by the dark haired man.
"Will you be silent for me, pet?" Aiji asked Maya, his hand slipping down the blond man's back. "Yes. I promise." Maya sounded like a child making a promise to his mother that he wouldn't do something silly, his voice cooing at the feel of Aiji's hand on his delicate skin. Aiji didn't say much more, his finger circled the ring of Maya's entrance. The blond whimpered, quietly, yet still he whimpered and Aiji's ears caught it. "Tsk, tsk, Maya-chan. You promised. . ." Aiji raised the leather he held, obviously a paddle or whip, and smacked Maya's beautiful body. Watching Maya receive such treatment made Miyavi cringe.
Loud screams and whimpers echoed throughout the room until Maya found the strength to bite down hard on his lip to prevent anymore noises. His butt ruddy and stinging. "You're such a bad little slut, you can't listen to a word." The words that trailed out of Aiji's mouth angered Miyavi. Who was he to call Maya a slut? Or to insult him in such a way? Maya was always a good. . . Well. Miyavi was always a good uke to him.
"We're going to need to shut up that pretty little mouth of yours so no one hears you screaming." Aiji again smirked, taking out a matching black cloth and gagging him with it. As he finished, his finger glided down to prepare his lover. One finger, Maya shivered. Another finger added, a deep yet silent groan. Maya bucked against Aiji's fingers, wanting him in deeper. Harder.
"Enough preparation I suppose, you're so impatient." Aiji sighed, laughing in his mind.
Miyavi watch as Aiji shoved his length into Maya, seeming to be careless of the pain the blond might have to endure.
Maya's head lifted up at first, the cloth pressing back his scream, filled with lust and pleasure, so everything was silent. As Aiji was buried all the way in his head dove for his arms, resting, trying to lease the tension in himself. Aiji moaned in delight, "Maya, you're so tight. How many times has Miyavi done this to you?"
It was silly to ask the gagged boy a question, knowing he was in no position to answer him, but he did know the answer anyway. It was; never. Miyavi could feel his emotions building up; aggravation, envy, guilt, and a slight depression.
Aiji pulled on Maya's leash, forcing his head up. His tongue making invisible patterns on the flesh, causing Maya to shiver. "God, Maya-chan, you're so beautiful." Aiji slowed his movements, only to roughen the thrusting.
His leash was pulled even higher until he was standing against his lover. Aiji's free hand rubbed Maya's side and occasionally his inner thigh.
So this is what it's come to, isn't it Miyavi? Watching his ex-boyfriend get his brains screwed out while he sits alone in the hallway, some what turned on by the sight of Maya's tears of pleasure seeping out his eyes. Yet, he was disgusted by the way Aiji treated him, the way Maya was so obedient, and himself for being so sick as to continue watching.
Aiji gripped Maya's throbbing erection, plumping it quickly, he wasn't going to last much longer. Maya threw his head back, a groan was muffled, resting on the guitarist's shoulder. The dark haired man bit down on Maya's neck, surely going to leave a mark, preventing himself from moaning as he came into Maya's domain.
Soon after, Maya's orgasm was ripped into Aiji's hand and spilled carelessly on the floor.
Suddenly Aiji's eyes met Miyavi's, knowing. "Did you enjoy the show, Miyavi-san?" He asked, almost mockingly. How long did he know Miyavi was standing there?
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Comments: Aiji and Maya go so nicely together!
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