Untitled, Miyav/Rose

Author's note:
I realized that I placed this in the wrong section. ^^;

Summary: After a tiff with his boyfriend, Miyavi gets an unexpected visit from Korean rocker Rose of Trax


Disclaimer: I don't own a thing!

Paring: Miyavi and Rose from Korean rock group Trax, Hints of Miyavi and J from X Japan.

"Fine! Go! Get out of here! I don't wanna see you anyway!" Miyavi's shirked angrily, his voice struggled by a hoarse sounding sob. He then turned away from his older lover refusing to let J see him cry. The upset guitarist wrapped his arms around his bare chest, his lean lithe body shaking with every sobbing breath.

J made no move to comfort him. He just threw on his jacket removing his pack of menthols and placing one between his lips as he strolled out of Miyavi's bedroom .

"I'll call you later." J called over his shoulder as he left.

"I won't be here." Miyavi spat as he ripped the bedding from the mattress.

"I'll call you later." J repeated, fatigue heavy in his tone.

He was tired. Tired of this back and forth struggle with the younger man. Yeah, he knew he had no business dating the boy but it was so refreshing after years of one night stands and coming up empty. As much as J hated to admit, Miyavi got him something. Something real. So why was it that he kept hurting him time and time again? Why did they constantly fall into pointless arguments over...nothing?

He turned back towards the bedroom.

"Miya?" He called softly as he entered.

Miyavi didn't answer him. He just continued to remake the bed. He then gathered the soiled linens in his arms towards J.

"Miya..." J took firm hold of Miyavi's arm preventing further movement.

"Let me go." He murmured low in his throat jerking his arm away, his eyes downcast, his wet lashes making him look all the more appealing.

J slowly licked his bottom lip careful of the cigarette that still dangled from the corner of his mouth.

"Go lay down." J instructed rubbing an hand up and down Miyavi's bare arm. "I wanna say sorry." He placed his left hand against the curve of Miyavi's back working his way to that place just above the small raise of his barely there ass.

Miyavi breaks away shoving the balled laundry hard against the another man's chest. "Go." He ordered firmly.

J knew when he should retreat. Miyavi just needed some time to cool off. He'd go home call him later and everything would be fine.

"Drop that in the trash for me would you?" Miyavi shouted at J's back as he left.

"Sure Miya." J replied with an nod as he departed.

Miyavi released another dry sob before tugging loose the cords to his pants. He then let them pool at his feet, stepping out of them and heading for the shower.
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Rose leaned against the wall of the elevator. His palms were sweaty as he gripped the golden rail tightly. The Korean drummer had stole from his hotel room while he other band mates slept to be where he was now: On his way to Miyavi's apartment. His band Trax had played in one of Japan's hottest live houses and he would be returning to Korea sometime before the afternoon making this the perfect opportunity to visit the object of his affections.

He had tried to invite Miyavi to the gig but got his answering-machine and voice mail.

The bell tolled as he reached Miyavi's floor. Rose released his hold on the rail wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans as the doors opened. His face turned as pale as his white blonde hair upon seeing J step into the elevator. He turned his face into the corner of his jean jacket walking swiftly from the car before J could recognize him.

'At least I know that Miyavi's home' Rose thought as he scurried down the hallway towards Miyavi's door.

Taking a deep breath, Rose raised his hand and knocked hard on Miyavi's door.

No answer.

He knocked harder this time.

'Maybe I should have called first....'

"J I told you..." Miyavi began as he threw open the door. His face softened at the sight of the startled pretty boy Korean youth. "Rose-chan, hey." Miyavi greeted sheepishly instinctively knotting the towel tighter about his slim waist. "Didn't know that you were in town."

Rose's eyes roamed the available flesh in front him wondering what it would be like to trace every line of bluish black on Miyavi's body...with his tongue.

"Surprise!" The guitarist exclaimed once he gotten a hold of himself. His grinned big as he opened his arms wide embracing the other musician. 'He smells so nice!' Rose thought as he inhaled the scent that was coming off the other man as he held him.

"A nice one." Miyavi smiled rubbing his hand up and down Rose's jean clad back. He then gently pushed Rose from him. "Come in. Make yourself at home while I get dressed."
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'Wow, Rose-chan came all the way here to see me.' Miyavi thought as he rubbed lotion into every square inch of his damp skin.

He had taken a liking to the Korean artist when the two had met. The Japanese guitarist had met the drummer when he had come to Japan. He would have gotten mugged if it hadn't been for Miyavi. Rose affectionately called him 'Prince Miyavi' for his trouble.

Oresama smiled at the memory of it as he pulled one of his favorite tanks over his head. He also threw on a pair of tri colored pajama pants. Miyavi surveyed his look in the mirror running an hand through his wet natural locks. He planned to dye his hair again sometime next week. Next week...next week was the anniversary of hide's death. hide. It was always hide with J. Despite being dead his presence was strongly felt throughout their relationship.

'Maybe I should die my hair pink for the occasion.' Miyavi thought bitterly.

"No, J'll just get mad about that too." Miyavi pouted. He spied a tube of lip-gloss. He then unscrewed the cap and applied the brush over his lips. Why he was putting on gloss he didn't know.

Putting on a more cheerful face, Miyavi strolled into the living-room to find that Rose had settled himself on his couch. He was sitting in the middle with his lips wrapped around an orange favored ramune.

"I see you raided my fridge." Miyavi laughed as he moved for the couch.

"You said to make myself comfortable." Rose remained him placing the bottle onto the table. "Did you two have an fight or something." Rose eyes remained on Miyavi's trying to read his expression.

Miyavi didn't answer him. Instead he just flopped down on the couch beside Rose curling his long legs under him and resting his head on Rose's shoulder. "No, what would have given you that impression?" Miyavi inquired snuggling his face close to Rose's.

"You seemed pretty pissed when you answered the door is all." Rose watched Miyavi's eyes look for a tell of something. He was so hard to read sometimes. He could be smiling but under the surface there could be something really bothering him.

"It wasn't nothing big." Miyavi replied sounding uninterested but the corner of his lips were unsmiling. The tip of his tongue darted out to play with the blunt end of his piercing. He did this idly while his mind worked to think up something more pleasant to talk about.

Rose couldn't help but stare. The length of that thing was amazing. Everything on Miyavi seemed... long.

Licking his slowly as he carefully weighted out his words, "Miya,"

"Yo?" He didn't stop picking with the piercing.

"I really don't understand why you wanna see that ol' man anyway. He's no good for you."

Miyavi's tongue retreated back into his mouth as he sat up and said,"J's not that old." He sounded a little too harsh then he intended to sound.

"Sor-ry." Rose retorted with a click of his tongue. He then picked up his bottle taking a hearty swig. He then placed the soda back down on the table. His eyes widened as he watched Miyavi snatch up the bottle bringing it to his own lips.

"What?" Miyavi asked as he wrapped his lips around the opening. "It's like kissing without touching lips." Setting the bottle back down Miyavi smiles "your spit and mine."

Rose felt his cheeks color at the thought of swapping spit with the japanse guitar god. He then turned away hoping that Miyavi hadn't seen his shame.

"You look like your namesake when you blush." Miyavi's breath was hot on Rose's ear as he spoke. Miyavi brought his hand under the other guitarist's chin turning his face towards his. "Out of all the flowers in the garden...I'd pick you." Miyavi giggled at his own corniness.

Rose brought his head closer. His lips just brushing Miyavi's glossy ones as he spoke, "The why are you wasting your time with that old man?" Before Miyavi could answer Rose sniffed lightly and added, "I smell...strawberry? Miya are you wearing gloss?" Rose couldn't help but laugh.

"Wanna take an taste and find out for sure?" Miyavi offered closing the distance between them. They were so close that their hair was blending together.

Rose pulled away. "You're changing the subject Miyavi-kun." The Korean beauty scolded lightly. His heart is going a mile a minute.

'Miyavi is flirting me with. Sure he's flirted before but this is different... Things with J must be really bad'

"You're avoiding my question." Miyavi's voice was a sexy husk. He brought his mouth towards Rose's. Their lips touched for only a moment.

A shiver went down Rose's spine from the contact.

"Besides, you asked me two questions Rose-chan and I've answer one so HA!" Miyavi laughed breaking away from the stunned drummer.

Miyavi knew that he was teasing Rose but that was all he could offer the pretty drummer. He had a boyfriend. He didn't know for how much longer but the thing was that he is taken.

But the face Rose was making was too tempting . The flush in his skin, the way his hair framed his girlish face, those pale pink lips that were bugging to be...

"Yu-" Rose began but his words were lost as Miyavi's mouth claimed his own. Lips tasting sweetly of strawberry.

Rose opened his mouth to Miyavi allowing that part of him inside. Rose cried out as Miyavi's slick appendage rolls over his own messaging it into motion. He bit back a small cry at the stinging pain of Miyavi's lip ring pressing into the sensitive underside of his top lip.

Miyavi gathered Rose silken strains of blonde in his hands as he furthered their kiss. The roughness of the jean fabric brushed over his skin as Rose wrapped his arm around Miyavi's neck as they continued to kiss.

The mounting pain in Rose's groin strained against his now too snug jeans threatening to spill forth. It was too much to fast. The Korean artist never dreamed that it would fell that way.

They soon released each other both swallowing deep breaths of air into their burning lungs.

"Did I hurt you?" Miyavi asked, tentative fingers gingerly touching Rose bruised mouth.

Rose shook his head no; blonde hair flying as he did.

Miyavi moved for him again. This time launching his assault on the delicate skin of Rose's creamy neck. His tongue bathing the skin there in slow circular motions before his lips enclosed around the area and he began to suckle hard on his flesh.

The drummer lips parted releasing a hushed word from swollen lips "....Miya..."

Without stopping his ministrations Miyavi brought his weight down onto Rose forcing him to lie back.

Just how far were they planning to go?

Miyavi took hold of the Rose's shirt raising it and exposing his navel. Miyavi ran his painted thumb around the outer edges of his belly button making Rose giggle a bit.

"You like that? I figured you would." Miyavi husked bringing his mouth back towards the younger man's throat. There he delivered teasing nipping kisses to the sides of his neck leaving welts to show that he had been there. He lapped at the fold of flesh just under the bob of Rose's Adam's apple making his body visibly shudder.

'I don't know how more I can't take of this!' Rose thought as his hands took hold and pulled off Miyavi's tank. His hands loving the heat that radiated from Miyavi's skin as he run them up and down characters on Miyavi's perspiring back.

"Mi..ya...vi..." His mournful cry stroked Miyavi's ears as the japanse guitarist worked his tongue along Rose's collar bone.

"Mmmm... that's right baby...say my name...." Miyavi murmured throatily as he moved lower still reaching Rose's still clothed chest. His finger tip rolled over Rose's clothed nipple bring the small nub of flesh to new life. Still being quit the tease Miyavi then lowered his mouth onto that nub suckling the blonde through his clothes. The sensation of the wet fabric combined with the heat from Miyavi's mouth was just too much.

Rose racked his nails into Miyavi's skin- earning a small cry from the Japanse vocalist's busy mouth; the combined noise between them sounded like something Miyavi would use in a song- as he climaxed. His body shudder hard beneath Miyavi's as if it was struck by some invisible force. Bring his hands into Miyavi's dark locks, Rose wretched the Oresama's head from his sore nipple forcing that skilled mouth back to his own. The taste of strawberry had long since gone from Miyavi's lips but traces of it remained inside of Rose's lush wanton mouth.

Impatient Rose's free hand- the other was gripping Miyavi's hair to keep his mouth where it belonged- traveled downward finding the elastic waistline of those annoying pajama pants. He plunged his hand inside finding that the rock god had 'forgotten' to slip on underwear.

"Oh god..." Miyavi moaned as Rose's hand enclosed around his weeping length. A rush of something he never gotten with J shot up his spine tugging hard and painfully at his groin before expelling itself in a hot white gush from his sex. Miyavi's cry was guttural as he came.

"Let me clean that up for you." Rose removed Miyavi slicked manhood from the confines of his soiled pajama pants. The two then changed positions. Miyavi was now sitting, his cock twitched expectantly as Rose wedged himself between Miyavi's legs.

Rose run a manicure hand along the underside of Miyavi's length finding that it was as long as it's master.He then ran his tongue along the underside of his top lip moving the hair out of his as he did. As he brought his face closer he inhaled the mixture of musk and sweat emulating from that area.

"You're so fucking beautiful Rose-chan." Miyavi cooed as watched the Korean blonde lower his swollen lips over his equally swollen crown.

Rose's lips worked themselves over crown, his hand pulling the foreskin back as he did so. He slurped loudly on his sex as his head bobbed up and down on Miyavi length taking the singer so far into his depths he nearly choked on it.

"Relax." Miyavi coaxed him. "I don't want you to die down there." Miyavi tossed his head back and laughed. His laugh dissolved into a groan.

Rose continued to suck, his cheeks sore from his efforts but still he bobbed up and down, his spit generously coating Miyavi pulsating sex up until the time that he came.

Rose gathered a good bit of seed into his mouth before straddling Miyavi's lap. Miyavi cried out as Rose's lips claimed his own. Miyavi's lips parted to received his own seed. He rolled to sticky salty-sweet substance on his tongue as he shared it with the musician. As they kissed, Rose grinded against him. The friction cause by the rough fabric of Rose's jeans was just too much for Miyavi to take. It felt so good it hurt.

Breaking the kiss, "Keep doing that." Miyavi panted out breathlessly.

Rose did as Miyavi asked, rubbing his clothe groin against Miyavi exposed sex, lowering his mouth back down onto Miyavi's waiting one in the process. Their tongues met, twined and danced. Rose never broke the rhythm the entire time they kissed.

The wail of the phone broke them apart.

"You don't have to answer that." Rose rasped.

"Yes I do." Miyavi's voice was quiet. J couldn't have called at the worst time! "Just get those pants off by time I hang up okay?" Miyavi grinned his way as he slipped the phone from it's cradle. "What do you want?" Miyavi snapped into the phone.
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'He's not ruining this for me!'

Rose thought as he stood in front of Miyavi. The determined drummer shimmed out of his jacket just before he took hold of his shirt collar.

Rip!

Miyavi's eyes widen as he watched Rose rip his own shirt from his body. The ripping sound itself enthralled him more then the sight of Rose's bare chest.

"What was that?" J demanded.

Miyavi didn't speak. He couldn't speak. He just watch as Rose licked the tips of his fingers and brought them to those light brown nubs.

"Miyavi!" J called him again.

Miyavi swallowed still unable to speak but he was grinning from ear to ear.

Rose's eyes stayed trained on Miyavi's amber orbs as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans.

"I'm sorry what?" Miyavi said finally. He chewed thoughtfully on his lip watching as Rose slide out of jeans. His briefs were snug and moist in the front.

"I shouldn't have left you." J muttered in all sincerity. "I'm coming over."

"No!" Miyavi shouted at the top of his lungs.

"No?" J repeated. "Why not?"

Miyavi bit down on his lip until he tasted blood as the vision that was Rose approached him. He was fully nude, very erect and very beautiful. The way his pale blonde hair spilled down his delicate shoulders, the sexy feline way he moved as he placed the flat of his palms against Miyavi naked thighs leaned forward and mouth the words: HANG UP NOW!

Without waiting for an answer Rose then straddled Miyavi's lap tilting his pelvis forwards. Miyavi let out an whimpering moan as their cocks touched.

"Miyavi... are you...crying?" J asked. He was really concerned now.

Rose's hands enclosed around the perspiration slick plastic pressing down hard on the 'end' button before J could say another word. He then pressed his lips gently against Miyavi's as he went up on his knees positioning himself just above the crown. His warm brown eyes asking for permission.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Miyavi asked.

Rose lowered his ass pressing the thick crown against his pucker hole.

Miyavi placed his hands on either side of Rose's hips pushing him down, impaling the younger musician.

A sweet pain laced cry escaped Rose's pale pink lips; the Korean beauty had never done it before.

Realizing this Miyavi pulled his hips inward saying as he did, "Relax baby, please." He cooed kissing Rose's cheeks lightly tasting the salt of his tears.

"But it hurts so much." Rose whined.

'Lie down. On the floor. On your side." He instructed; his voice gentle.

Rose did as Miyavi requested.

The last thing Miyavi wanted to do was hurt his Rose. The very thought that Rose would be his own was too much. There was no way he could stay with J after this.

"Now relax." Miyavi instructed as he got down on the floor. He raised Rose's leg placing it to rest on his shoulder as he brought his face to Rose's virginal hole. "Trust me okay."

"Shit!" Rose cried out as Miyavi's tongue slithered across his hole. His tongue quick and skilled preparing the other man for entry.

As his tongue worked it's magic, Miyavi also pushed two of his fingers into Rose's exquisite heat.

"Don't push me out."

"I'm trying not to." Rose breathed hard. It hurt so bad it was hard for him not to.

"Touch yourself for me, Rose. It'll help you relax."

Even through Miyavi couldn't see him, Rose nodded. His hand snaking down and taking hold of his neglected sex. With the pleasant distraction Miyavi was able to stretch Rose open the best he could.

"Let me in. I'm coming in okay?" Miyavi warned before he replaced his fingers and added something thicker, longer.

Rose's breath caught in his throat as Miyavi entered. The japanse rocker took long slow strokes at first getting Rose used to the feeling of him being inside him.

"Harder." Rose gasped. "Please...it might be better if you..."

Miyavi understood. He felt much better his first time when his lover had fucked him hard.

Taking a deep breath, Miyavi did as he asked. He pushed deeper finding that place inside.

"Miya..." Rose cried out tears leaking free from his eyes.

Miyavi thrust harder inside him still making Rose's body bounce slightly as he rode him.

'This isn't right...'

"What's wrong?" Rose asked confused by Miyavi's sudden withdrawal.

Miyavi shook his head turning to face Rose and parting his legs wider. "I want to look at you." Miyavi breathed. He entered him once again with the same vigor as before. He leaned forwards kissing Rose's lips hard as he rode quieting his scream of painful delight. He could feel Rose bucking beneath him in fevered abandonment. They were both so close to the edge but he didn't want it to end yet. Miyavi slowly eased out before slamming back into Rose's tight ass hitting that spot once more.

Rose came hard, his seed spilling warm against Miyavi skin. The other man found his release shortly after.
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Miyavi removed his defeated manhood from Rose's sore anus. The slight ring of red around his cock alarmed Miyavi.

"Did I hurt you?" Miyavi asked as he laid down beside Rose who shook his blonde head. "Why didn't you say anything?" Miyavi placed an arm under Rose's head, draping the other across the blonde's bare stomach, he then turned his head placing a kiss on his flushed cheek.

Rose nestled his head into the crook of Miyavi arm. "Would you still have slept with me?" He asked groggily.

"Hmmm...." Miyavi pretended to think about it. "May...be..." He smiles. " I've debudded my Rose."

"You're so...silly." Rose sighed before settling himself to sleep.

Neither one of them heard the click of the door's lock.