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Teddy Loid had heard all about Miyavi, from the news of his old band to his lively personality and guitar skills that had drawn an immense amount of fans, both men and women alike to him.

Teddy had heard all about Miyavi’s good looks that came from his mixed heritage and the changes of his looks from his Visual Kei days to his modern clothes of Hip Hop.

When Teddy had actually gotten the opportunity to be with Miyavi in one of his latest tours, he was absolutely stoked! Miyavi was a challenge. The genre of his music was always changing, but his style, the way he sang with much vigor and liveliness and depth, was so very much the same.

Once he started working with Miyavi, Teddy vowed to himself that he was going to emulate and capture all of those emotions, to grow and understand as a musician.

***

Teddy gazed at the ceiling of his hotel room, remembering his first meeting with Miyavi. It had been a brief. They had introduced themselves and had shaken their hands together, forming a friendship, a bond that would hopefully last for at least a while until he decided to seek a challenge elsewhere.

Miyavi was such an easygoing person with his innocent smile, his bright, mischievous eyes and his carefree laughter. But right after that meeting, after Miyavi returned to playing his songs in the studio, one of the long-time members of the Kavki Boiz had warned Teddy:

“You might wanna watch out, little man. Miyavi-san’s sometimes a little too much to handle.”

Teddy didn’t know what he meant by that and as the days went on, Teddy noticed the other members giving him suggestive looks, winking and smiling as though they knew his fate.

Maybe they thought and meant that with his age or with him probably being the youngest, he and Miyavi were both bound to get into some trouble that might end both of their careers, but he was going to prove them wrong.

He wasn’t going to tempt Miyavi into what teenagers of today usually went through and he wasn’t going to let Miyavi persuade him into doing something that just didn’t fit with his style of music and living.

***

Teddy and Miyavi were working in the studio together. Teddy was setting up his instruments. Miyavi was humming and playing with his guitar. It was calm and peaceful, but…

They were alone.

Ever since that little warning, Teddy had half expected Miyavi to do something weird, like bounce right next to him and break his instruments or suddenly start dancing erotically like Camui Gackt.

(And he had heard all of those little rumors about Gackt and Miyavi, but in his irritation, he refused to acknowledge and believe they were true.)

“So, which songs do you think you can work with?”

Teddy snapped out of his thoughts and stared at Miyavi, who was by now sitting next to him and leaning close to his computer. “I’ve looked at all the songs that fans loved the most,” Teddy began, opening up a document on his laptop. “I’ll start off with Senor, Senore, Senorita. Is that cool with you?”

“Yeah, totally,” Miyavi said with a big smile. “I had a lot of fun with that song. What can you do with it?”

Teddy played the song in his laptop and listened carefully, nodding his head to the music. It was crisp. He liked the way Miyavi said the title of the song; it sounded almost… sensual.

It was a fun song, but Miyavi actually winced. Raising an eyebrow at the older man, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Eheh…” Miyavi trailed off, scratching the back of his head. “My singing voice at the time was still developing. Do you think you can do something about that?”

Teddy actually laughed. “Sure.”

He began to type and play with all the variations of Miyavi’s voice in the different parts of the song. He decided to leave certain parts, but the rest he changed. He might have to revise it all again later, but some boastful part of him wanted to show Miyavi what he could do in a short amount of time.

When he was finished, he played the remixed version of the song. He glanced at Miyavi and saw the man smiling so widely, clearly and obviously impressed with his work.

“Kick ass!” Miyavi remarked with a friendly slap on his back. “Thanks, man!”

“No problem,” Teddy said with another laugh. “I was born for this!”

***

The concert was huge and loud and wild with the screaming crowd and the giggling girls. He watched all the other Kavki Boiz; they were amazing with their talents with some of them dancing and others practically rocking on, but what impressed him the most was Miyavi himself.

Miyavi practically controlled the crowd with his awesome skills in the guitar. They wanted more and more and Miyavi just gave and gave. He was all over the stage and then, when it was Teddy’s time to shine, he embraced the spotlight and began his beat boxing.

They exchanged back and forth and the audience lapped it all up. They screamed and tried to get closer, but in that brief moment with Miyavi, he didn’t want anybody else to be near to them.

This was their moment and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

***

They were back in the studio and were currently taking a break. They were alone again, but this time, he had actually lent his laptop to Miyavi, who wanted to update his blog.

It occurred to him that if he were to read Miyavi’s little blog, he could find more information about him in how Miyavi thought and felt about anything. With all the practicing going on, they barely have the time to sit back, get to know each other and relax-- until now, maybe, but he knew that after this, they were back on the tour again.

He heard a click and thought that Miyavi was done with his laptop. He went over there and took a seat. They were sitting side by side, like friends, like equals. He liked that about Miyavi. He treated his coworkers and his friends with such respect.

He leaned closer and before he knew it, Miyavi tilted his head to the side and in that moment, their lips softly brushed together. But it didn’t end there. Miyavi made a full turn, biting his bottom lip, trying to make Teddy yield to him.

Teddy pulled back, frozen in shock. For a few minutes, he didn’t know how to respond, but after he overcame his shock, he snatched his laptop and willed himself not to dash out like a frantic, heartbroken girl. Instead, he quietly exited the studio before Miyavi did anything else that they both might regret in the future.

***

He didn’t know how to deal with this.

He was nineteen years old and he didn’t know how to deal with this.

What the hell, man?

He was in the studio, trying to work with Miyavi’s songs, but Miyavi wasn’t humming, singing or playing his guitar. He was sitting across from Teddy, his eyes strangely large, a pout on his full lips.

Teddy sighed and closed his laptop. He didn’t like being scrutinized by those beautiful and sad eyes. He didn’t like making people feel bad.

Miyavi reached out to him, extending a hand to his face, but Teddy pushed that hand away. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like how their shoulders sometimes brushed when they would pass in the hallways of their hotel. It made him feel strange. There was something burning within him, something yearning to be let out and be free.

Was this what the Kavki Boiz meant? That Miyavi was just too much?

Miyavi made people feel and he liked that about Miyavi too, but he didn’t think he could handle this. He wanted to focus on his work. He wanted to-- god, what did he want to do?

Miyavi stood up and began to close upon him. Teddy wanted to leave, but Miyavi kept him there, captivated and he moved in and then…

…pulled him into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” Miyavi whispered to his ear. “I…couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Huh?” Teddy inquired, confused. He wasn’t the only one with strange feelings?

“I’ve liked you the first time I saw you,” Miyavi said with a sigh. “You remind me so much of myself. You’re always ready to face anything, but I guess our similarities end there.” He sounded so serious, unlike his real self as he pulled away.

Teddy gasped and did something he thought he would never do. He pulled Miyavi back and kissed him, hoping that it would be enough to express his feelings. Miyavi immediately broke the kiss and smiled sadly at Teddy. “I know you don’t feel the same towards me. I don’t need your pity.”

He left the studio and Teddy felt like smacking his head against his desk. Fuck. Did he hurt Miyavi that much? Damn, he was so fucking stupid. He sighed, feeling really angry with himself.

He needed to fix this.

***

Teddy was in his hotel room. He didn’t think he could work in the studio. It already had too many memories attached to it, memories that may be tainted now because of his experience with Miyavi.

All the lights of his room save for the screen of his laptop was off and that was all he ever needed. He thought that if he was alone in his room, he could finally focus on what he was doing, but how could he focus if everything he did was related to the object of his confusion?

He sighed and shook his head. If he didn’t get his head straight soon, this could have a negative impact in how he would create his music. He didn’t want that to happen. All he truly wanted to do was to be able to capture Miyavi’s emotions and express it through his own art.

He sighed again and resisted the urge to sulk.

And then, he heard a chuckle.

Shit.

He wasn’t alone as he originally thought.

He looked all around and in the shadows of his clothes closet, he saw a familiar, slender figure. Miyavi walked forward, a wicked smile on his beautiful face. Teddy stared at him for a moment, shocked once again, and then without even thinking, he pounced on him.

They both laughed as they landed on the floor. He straddled Miyavi and grinned. He didn’t care anymore. He realized that he had wanted this. He leaned over, until the tips of their noses touched.

“I don’t pity you,” Teddy confessed. “I like you too, a lot--hell, I’ve liked you for a long time, actually, even before we met. I just… didn’t know how to deal with it all.”

“I can help you,” Miyavi said with a smirk. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Teddy replied as he stood up. He placed his laptop and his other instruments under the bed and sat on the covers. A part of him knew what they were going to do next, but he didn’t know how they were going about it.

Miyavi pressed his body down and straddled him. He leaned down and kissed him softly. He undressed Teddy, starting with his jacket and leaving it on the floor. Teddy laughed when Miyavi saw that he had a sweater on and then gasped as Miyavi began to take that off next.

Miyavi grinded his hips against Teddy’s and Teddy moaned. The T-shirt and the pants soon joined the heap of clothes on the floor. By now, Teddy was stark naked in front of Miyavi’s ravenous eyes. Miyavi bent over and kissed his way down to his chest. Teddy shivered and let out a moan as Miyavi bit and sucked one of his nipples.

He didn’t expect it to feel this good.

Miyavi glanced at him and smiled devilishly. “Do you want more? Tell me that you want more.”

“I do,” Teddy answered in a whisper. He felt that he needed to hold onto something and found his hands gripping tightly at the sheets. Miyavi chuckled and resumed his ministrations, moving his mouth and sucking his other nipple. Teddy shivered again and had a sudden thought, an idea, that he didn’t have to enjoy this by himself; he wanted Miyavi to enjoy this too.

He watched as Miyavi trailed kisses on his stomach, heading down south. Teddy moaned and suddenly sat up. He placed his hands on Miyavi’s shoulders and tugged at Miyavi’s top.

“I want to see you,” Teddy explained when he saw Miyavi’s questioning eyes. Miyavi nodded and sat back. Teddy returned the favor of undressing to Miyavi, starting with the man’s top and then ending with Miyavi’s socks. He put his arms around Miyavi’s waist and kissed his mouth lightly.

“Mmm,” Miyavi practically purred and deepened the kiss. This time, Teddy didn’t hold himself back. He opened his mouth and shuddered as Miyavi’s tongue found and danced with his. Even though he had seen porn in the internet, he was a little new to this. Reality did not match.

In fact, reality was much better.

Teddy decided that he wasn’t going to let Miyavi make all the moves. He broke the kiss and made a sudden grab for Miyavi’s aching length. Miyavi froze, his eyes widening. Teddy grinned and stroked him. Miyavi began to shudder. He snatched Teddy’s wrist.

“Wait,” Miyavi whispered. “Not yet.”

Teddy blinked in confusion as Miyavi stood up and went to the bathroom. He came back later with a lotion in his hand. He grinned cheekily and unscrewed the top. He poured some of it on his hand and glanced at Teddy. “Do you know what I’m doing?”

Teddy stared back and snickered. “I have a guess.”

“It’ll make you feel good,” Miyavi said with a reassuring smile. “I promise.” He returned to the bed and placed one of Teddy’s legs over his shoulder. He glanced at Teddy again and pushed one finger into his entrance. Teddy gasped and winced. That didn’t feel good at all.

“Miyavi?” he whispered in doubt.

“Shhh,” Miyavi said with another smile, pushing the second finger in. It hurt. Miyavi moved the two fingers inside of him and he winced again. “Man, you’re really tight.”

Teddy froze. “What do you want me to do?”

“Loosen up,” Miyavi answered. He kissed Teddy once more, slowly, softly. With one hand, Miyavi began stroking Teddy’s length while his fingers continued to move inside of Teddy. Under Miyavi’s ministrations, Teddy moaned in pleasure and then, when he thought it was over, when the fingers were gone, he felt something much bigger pushing into him.

“Miyavi…” Teddy said breathlessly. It hurt so much, but once Miyavi started to move, he became aware of something else. His body was shuddering. He held onto Miyavi’s shoulders, his fingers digging deep into Miyavi’s skin. Miyavi was thrusting in and then out, slowly, panting softly.

“Fuck, you’re still too tight,” Miyavi whispered. “Hot all around me.”

Teddy groaned and started to stroke himself. Each time he thrust into Teddy, Teddy heard and felt the heated flesh slapping against heated flesh. He was so hard and filled. He suddenly arched back, taking more and more of Miyavi in and watched Miyavi.

His face was filled with ecstasy. He was panting louder now. Sweat rolled down the side of his face. He let out a final gasp and thrust in one more time, before he pulled out and reached his release, coating Teddy’s stomach with Miyavi’s essence. Teddy was so aroused that he stroked himself faster, just to reach his own, but Miyavi stopped him, shaking his head.

“Why?” Teddy asked in frustration.

“Let me,” Miyavi murmured and without warning, he took Teddy’s aching length into his mouth and sucked.

Teddy cried out in his release. Miyavi pulled away from Teddy and licked the trail of come off his chin, his eyes still mischievous. He embraced Teddy, making their slicked bodies rub against each other. He began to rock back and forth, as if to calm Teddy, but it had the opposite effect.

“I don’t know if I can handle this,” Teddy gasped as Miyavi rubbed their lengths together. God. The friction felt so good. “How can you go another round?”

Miyavi laughed and kissed his lips. “It’s because of you. There’s no way we’re gonna stop with you looking all mussed and dirty like that.”

Teddy laughed too and found himself hardening again. “Alright then. Bring it on!”

***

They were in the studio again. Teddy was picking the next song to be remixed. Miyavi was sitting next to him, nodding his head.

“How about 2 Be Wiz U?” Miyavi suggested, smiling. “I’ve always liked that song.”

Teddy stared at Miyavi. “2 Be Wiz U…” He returned the smile. “I'll see what I can do."

It was…convenient. He had managed to capture all of Miyavi’s emotions by stealing his heart. He loved the way Miyavi smiled. He could really work with this. This would last for a long time and of course, it would always be challenging.

He liked that, he liked that very much.

He decided that he was going to stay here so he could be with Miyavi, but for how long? The mutual liking they now shared could last a week, a month or it could last forever.

Fin.

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A/n: :D Please review! This is my first shot at this pairing and there aren’t many fanfics of this pairing at all!

Gah, I suddenly want to write more dirty pron for Miyavi. Fuck, he’s just too hot.