Also, I’ve made some assumptions about Miyavi’s “secret piercing.” ::looks around sheepishly:: I’m sure you’re all aware of what those assumptions are. ^^;;; And I’ve provided bunches of pics of Miyavi’s tattoos (the ones that I mention, anyway), in case anyone isn’t familiar with all of them.

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Kai sat back in his chair as he finished his meal, looking across the table at the man who sat with him. His many tattoos and multi-colored hair was easily recognizable; in fact, he had already been recognized twice in the course of their lunch, but that was what Kai supposed he’d have to deal with when he was with someone as distinctly recognizable and well known as Miyavi.

The first thing Kai noticed as he looked up was that Miyavi was restless. It wasn’t difficult to ascertain that fact; when Miyavi was filled with nervous energy, he’d jiggle his foot or fidget with his lip ring. But Miyavi didn’t fidget with his lip ring the way that Aoi did; Miyavi didn’t chew on it, but rather, he’d feed it in and out of his hole with his tongue—in a way Kai wasn’t sure the other man knew was so incredibly arousing.

Kai set down his cup and regarded Miyavi seriously. The vocalist seemed to notice his gaze immediately; he looked up and gave Kai a questioning look that spoke volumes. Kai smiled gently.

“You’re getting antsy, aren’t you?” Kai asked knowingly. “We can leave if you want.”

Miyavi shook his head insistently. “I’m fine,” he told the other man, though that was clearly a lie. Miyavi had never been a person who could sit still for too terribly long. “We can stay here for awhile.”

Kai could sense that the other man was lying, so he shook his head. “I’ll ask for the check,” he insisted, smiling indulgently at his lover. Before Miyavi could protest any further, Kai held up a hand to motion over a waiter, doing just as he had said. Miyavi shook his head, grinning; he was constantly surprised by how well the drummer had grown to know him in the past months since they had grown so much closer.

Once they had been brought the check and paid, Miyavi was the first to get up from the table; he grabbed Kai’s hand with a grin and led both of them out, regardless of what anyone might think it looked like. It was one of the things that Kai had always admired about the other man—he did what he wanted, regardless of what anyone thought about it.

When they were out of the restaurant and in the street again, Miyavi turned to look down at Kai. “Let’s walk back to your apartment,” he suggested, his hand still wrapped in Kai’s. The drummer nodded and smiled, letting the other man begin to lead him down the street in the direction of Kai’s apartment. The suggestion had clearly been because the drummer’s apartment was closer. Kai didn’t think for a second of objecting; he knew how badly Miyavi needed to work off his nervous energy, so he certainly didn’t mind walking the distance.

The walk was peaceful and silent at first; neither of them felt much of a need to speak, but instead let the noises of the city wash over them. They didn’t break physical contact, but rather continued to walk hand in hand, which resulted in the fact that Kai couldn’t stop grinning. Miyavi got a few looks as they walked, but the large sweatshirt that he was wearing pretty effectively kept anyone from bothering them—it masked his appearance fairly well.

After walking for a little while, they reached an area that was almost absent of other pedestrians. Miyavi looked back at Kai again, grinning mischievously. “Come on—let’s run the rest of the way. It’s only a little further,” Miyavi urged, pulling Kai by their joined hands before the drummer could get a word in edgewise. Kai laughed as he was very suddenly pulled along, almost before he could process what had just happened.

If anything, being with Miyavi had been a wild ride since the beginning; the other man had quite the tendency for spontaneity, and when he felt like doing something, he’d often do it without thinking about it at all. If he wanted to run the rest of the way to Kai’s apartment, he’d run all the way back to Kai’s apartment. If he wanted to wear a cowboy hat and dance around Kai’s apartment, he’d do that too—and had done so, on many occasions. Sometimes, Kai felt as if he was just along for the ride—but it was not a ride that he wanted to get off of any time soon.

Kai couldn’t help but grin as well as he ran along just a bit behind Miyavi, having to move his legs a little faster to make up for Miyavi’s long strides. He could feel the wind rushing past them as they ran; it was strangely exhilarating to be running like this, for no reason whatsoever, even if they people they passed did shoot them some confused looks.

Kai was breathing hard when they finally reached the front of his apartment building; they stopped for a moment, both trying to catch their breath from the run. Miyavi was grinning even more widely, with that open, almost childlike innocence that was characteristic of his face when he was unabashedly full of complete bliss.

“Feeling better?” Kai asked gently, sensing that most of the nervous tension that had been thrumming through the other man’s body was gone. Miyavi grinned a little self-consciously.

“I feel like going inside your apartment right now,” Miyavi said as some sort of answer, grabbing Kai’s hand again and leading him inside, having been there so many times that it almost felt like a second home to him. Kai let himself be dragged toward the elevator, didn’t mind it much because he wanted to be alone with the other man as much as it seemed Miyavi wanted to be alone with him.

The elevator was empty when they stepped inside, and as soon as the doors closed, Miyavi pulled the other man close and kissed him, full on the lips. Kai melted into the other man’s embrace in an instant, standing up on his tiptoes in order to kiss the man more thoroughly. Miyavi was a more timid kisser than Kai would have originally imagined, his lips soft and pliant. His lip ring was the only contrast, something that made the soft kiss turn suddenly harder with the cool metal.

After a long, breathless kiss, Miyavi finally pulled away, though he didn’t remove his arm from where it had become situated around his lover’s back. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day,” the vocalist admitted, looking a bit guilty for having admitted that fact.

Kai grinned as the elevator dinged loudly, signaling that they had reached his floor. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that all day,” Kai admitted in turn, pulling his lover with him out of the elevator and toward the apartment door. He fumbled for his key for a few long seconds before he managed to find it; Miyavi’s hands were still braced very gently on his hips, the vocalist’s body pressed into his from behind. With some difficulty, Kai managed to get the door open.

Once they were inside, Kai found himself pressed up against the wall, Miyavi leaning down to kiss him again. The sensation was the same, but this time it was more urgent; Kai sighed into the kiss as one of Miyavi’s hands slid under his shirt, fingers gliding along his back but not trying to urge his shirt up. Kai reached up and wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck, using them to adjust Miyavi’s posture so that they could kiss more deeply.

Miyavi’s jacket was the first thing to be shed; Kai unzipped it carefully, not breaking their kiss, and slipped it off the other man’s shoulders.

“I missed spending time with you over the past few days,” Kai commented after a moment, speaking almost directly into Miyavi’s skin. Both men had been busy with their own business and hadn’t had a chance to see each other. Miyavi grinned at the other man’s admittance.

“But with the tour coming up₁, we’ll be allowed to spend a lot more time with each other,” Miyavi pointed out wickedly, sliding his hand just a little further up his lover’s shirt. Kai smiled in return; it seemed impossible to stop smiling around Miyavi, for something about him just produced incomprehensible delight and levity for Kai.

“So Uruha and Ruki can start bothering me even more about who I’m seeing, and probably figure it out, too,” Kai mumbled, though he didn’t really sound angry about the behavior of his bandmates. Miyavi tilted his head to the side just slightly, regarding Kai seriously.

“Why don’t you just tell them, then?”

Kai sighed. “They’d make a big deal,” he answered softly. “And then you know the questions I’d start getting. Like ‘where is his secret piercing?’” Kai paused for a long moment, his expression changing. “And plus, it’s fun to watch them get frustrated by the fact that they don’t know.”

“You’re horrible,” Miyavi reprimanded, grabbing Kai gently by the front of the shirt and pulling him toward the bedroom. His scolding look suddenly morphed into an amused grin. “And I love it.”

Kai didn’t protest as Miyavi removed his shirt fluidly, but he barely stopped laving attention on Miyavi’s body either; he kissed his way down, just below the tattoo, and slowly began undoing the button of Miyavi’s pants. The vocalist groaned as Kai drew his already-hardened length out of his pants, not hesitating a moment—as Miyavi’s tattoo said—in running his tongue very slowly, very deliberately across the head of the other man’s cock, grabbing Miyavi’s aforementioned “secret piercing” between his teeth and tugging very lightly, which made Miyavi groan even louder, though he tried to stifle the sound very quickly.

Kai grinned; he loved having Miyavi like this, sprawled on his back and at his lover’s mercy. Miyavi’s body was sensitive—almost overly so—and Kai took pleasure in every gasp and groan and writhing movement that Miyavi made. The drummer had no idea how his lover had sat through the dozens of tattoos that covered his body; even the lightest touches had an overpowering effect on Miyavi, and Kai enjoyed exploiting that sensitivity to touch to the best of his ability.

With that in mind, Kai slowly took the head of the other man’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it in torturously slow patterns, taking care to pay special attention to the places where the piercing penetrated the skin, since Miyavi was even more sensitive there. Miyavi’s hand fell to the back of Kai’s neck; it was a familiar gesture, and one Kai knew only Miyavi to do, for most everyone else rested their hands on his head during this act.

Miyavi’s hand was encouraging but not forceful; as Kai took his length in deeper, Miyavi squirmed even more vigorously under his lover’s mouth. Kai smiled and took the other man in as deeply as he could, very suddenly providing hard suction, which took Miyavi completely by surprise and resulted in a loud groan.

Within a few more seconds, Miyavi was making a noise in the back of his throat that sounded desperately like pleading, but pleading that was so intense that it was completely wordless. Yet the feeling got through all the same, and when Kai ran his tongue along the large vein that ran down Miyavi’s length, the other man groaned even louder.

Yet just as it seemed that Miyavi was getting close, Kai pulled back, cutting the stimulation much too short for Miyavi’s liking. The vocalist opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly, Kai’s teeth were clamped around Miyavi’s piercing again, tugging it slightly and making all the words Miyavi had been about to utter degenerate into a loud, long moan.

And very suddenly, Kai took Miyavi’s length in again, swallowing it to the root in one swift movement. Miyavi threw his head back into the pillows and groaned, the sudden intensity of the stimulation leading him to a very unexpected orgasm, spots exploding behind his closed eyes. He fell back against the bed after a long moment, breathing hard as he looked down at his lover through half-lidded eyes.

Kai let Miyavi’s length fall from his mouth, smiling as he wiped his lips and slid up Miyavi’s long, lithe body, kissing the other man long on the lips. The kiss wasn’t desperate like before, but was slow and soft and calm and sweet. Kai sighed into the other man’s mouth before pulling away.

“Did I mention that I missed being with you?” Kai inquired with a grin, which Miyavi easily returned. The other man abruptly grabbed Kai’s wrist, flipping their positions and pinning Kai to the bed instead.

“Did I mention that you’re not the only one?” Miyavi returned, grinning even more widely as he kissed the other man, hands moving toward the fastenings of the drummer’s pants.

“No, you didn’t. But you can show me how much you missed me,” Kai suggested innocently, and Miyavi stuck his tongue out at the other man, though both of them knew that he intended to fulfill the other man’s request—in triplicate.

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1. The Peace & Smile Carnival Tour, with all the members of PSC, in December 2005

2. futaiten: “determination”