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works/13244661.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      S.K.I.N._(Japanese_band), Miyavi_(Musician), Gackt_(Musician)_RPF
  Relationship:
      Gackt/Miyavi
  Character:
      Gackt_(Musician), Miyavi
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-02 Words: 1402
****** The Year of The Sheep ******
by VampireHydeFTW
Summary
     Gackt knew Miyavi was far too young for him, but that didn't stop him
     from loving him, even if he did insist on bringing home a stupid
     blow-up sheep.
Notes
     Well when I wrote this, it was the Year of the Sheep. You know, this
     is a project I planned to do yearly, but it never happened!
            He'd known Miyavi was younger than him from the very day they had
first met at a club, he just hadn't realised he was still in school until much
later. Then it had been too late to turn back, they'd fallen in love and that
was that. It wasn't easy having a secret boyfriend, but Gackt felt like it was
worth the effort. Miyavi could handle himself, and didn't seem to be suffering
in the relationship. In fact, around Gackt he was cheeky and cocky, but that
was part of his charm. Besides, he could be arrogant and difficult to get along
with himself.
            Miyavi was mature for his age, growing up in poverty had made him
grow up fast and yet he was one of the kindest men Gackt had ever met. It was
easy to forget his age, easy to pretend that there was nothing illegal about
what they were doing. Just as long as Miyavi didn't wear his school uniform
around him, things would be just fine.
            That was what he thought, until he found the blow-up sheep in his
hall. He'd been working late and was tired and to be greeted by the toy made
him groan out loud. Miyavi had been teasing him for weeks because the company
he worked for was embracing the Chinese New Year and had incorporated a sheep
logo onto their Facebook page. All Miyavi could talk about was various acts of
bestiality with the poor animals, sure enough this was a blow-up sex doll.
            “Miyavi!” Gackt called into his house, he wanted to hide the anger
but had failed to do so. His lover appeared from the living room with a smile
on his face. “There's a sheep in my hallway.”
            “So there is,” Miyavi agreed with a shrug. “Does it turn you on?”
            “What do you think?” Gackt demanded. “You're such a kid, why am I
even with you?”
            “Because you love me?” Miyavi replied weakly. He'd done it as a
joke of course, he just hadn't factored in how far he had pushed his lover’s
patience. Or the mood he had been when he got home.
            “It's not enough.” Gackt complained, as he stormed past the sheep
and into his kitchen. He knew he was hurting Miyavi, knew he was being cruel,
but the sheep felt like a wakeup call. What was he doing dating this kid?
            “Are you breaking up with me?” Miyavi asked meekly, he'd followed
Gackt into the kitchen and was now hovering by the doorway, not sure what he
was supposed to do.
            “I should,” Gackt replied, glancing over at Miyavi and feeling a
wash of familiar emotions. This wasn't the first time they'd had this argument.
“You're too young Miyavi. Too immature.”
            “You keep saying this, over and over, but something must keep you
with me?” Miyavi replied calmly. It used to hurt him when Gackt acted like
this, now he knew it never went anywhere.
            “Yeah,” Gackt agreed with a sigh. “This is still illegal.”
            “So? Most people are criminals where I live,” Miyavi replied with a
shrug. “Thieves or vandals mainly, surely it's better I go off and sleep with
you?”
            “I'm the criminal though,” Gackt reminded you. “For sleeping with
you and for buying you that crate of beer in my fridge. Does your Mother even
know you're here?”
            “No,” Miyavi replied with a sigh. “Look, just for once make up your
mind. Do you want to be with me or not?”
            “It's complicated.” Gackt complained, but when Miyavi stepped
towards him, his arms embraced him on instinct.
            “You make it complicated. For me it's simple,” Miyavi reassured
him. “You think too much.”
            “And you don't think at all. Seriously, a blow-up sheep?” Gackt
questioned.
            “It's cute,” Miyavi retorted, “Did you see it's sweet little face?”
            “What am I meant to do with you?” Gackt complained, as he held onto
Miyavi. He couldn't give him up, that they both knew.
 
            Miyavi fell backwards onto the bed, staring up at his lover with
eager eyes, In the end there was only ever one thing Gackt knew to do with him,
that didn't involve self-doubt. It was the sex that kept them together, that
made them forget why there were any doubts to this relationship for either of
them. He spread his legs eagerly, desperate for the feeling of Gackt inside
him. He didn't have to wait long, his lover filling him with his arousal and
making him moan in delight. He was stretched to his limits every time they did
this, his body not quite fully grown and Gackt so large when aroused. His lover
always worried that he might hurt him, but Miyavi never was.
            “Take me sensei,” Miyavi begged, the only name Gackt actually
allowed him to call him, other than his own. To him Gackt was a teacher, not in
anything that he could learn in school, but in life itself.
            “What do you think I'm doing, brat?” Gackt replied, his words
hinting at amusement and not anger. Calling each other names came naturally to
both of them, it was just the way they showed they cared.
            “Going at an old man's pace?” Miyavi suggested. He should have
known better to mock Gackt. Instead of instantly going faster he took his time
to pull each of Miyavi's legs up, so his ankles were resting on Gackt's
shoulders. Then he pounded into Miyavi with enough force to rock the bed, the
new angle allowing him to go deeper than before. It made everything so intense
that Miyavi couldn't help but cling onto the sheets as he cried out. It didn't
hurt, but the pleasure filled him in waves until he felt he might just burst.
Gackt was mocking him now, teasing him for his reaction, but he didn't have it
in himself to tease him back anymore. How could sex feel this good? He very
much doubted anyone his age could pleasure him like this.
            As Gackt felt his orgasm growing he pulled out, repositioning
Miyavi so he could take him from behind. His eyes fell on the mirror, and he
couldn't help but smile at the sight of his lover on hands and knees as he took
him. He was a bad man, he shouldn't be doing this at all, but because he was
bad he took nothing but pleasure from these moments. He came with a cry,
staying buried deep inside as he stroked Miyavi to completion before pulling
out and lying on the bed. He held Miyavi close to him, a protective embrace
because as bad as he was, he was also aware of how vulnerable the young boy
actually was. This was his first relationship and for better or worse Gackt
swore he wouldn't make it something Miyavi might regret one day in the future,
should they have split up.
            “You didn't use my gift.” Miyavi complained.
            “We're not talking about your gift.” Gackt complained.
            “Maya gave it me,” Miyavi confessed. Well of course Maya did, he
was in Miyavi's class at school and was just the type to do that. “It made me
laugh. I don't get why it made you so mad?”
            “Because it's childish and I don't like what it suggests,” Gackt
explained. “I was wrong to snap at you. I'm sorry about that.”
            “It's your conscience,” Miyavi replied. He knew well why Gackt
freaked out the way he did sometimes. “You hate that you're in love with
someone underage like me. You're too old for me, or I'm too young. But love is
love, isn't it?”
            “I'm too selfish to let you go, in the end it's always the same
story.” Gackt confessed.
            “Stay selfish, I wouldn't want you to suddenly decide to be good.”
Miyavi advised.
            “But on the sheep thing,” Gackt concluded. “The beer you drank
downstairs was called 'Black Sheep' and I have a gift for you too.”
            “I knew you couldn't ignore the sheep!” Miyavi cried out delighted,
as he accepted the small box Gackt offered to him. It had been hidden beneath
the bed all along. Slowly he removed the sheep themed wrapping paper and opened
the box inside. Waiting for him was a sheep keyring and a pair of woollen
gloves.
            “We're going to have a whole year of sheep.” Gackt warned, he
didn't sound like he was joking either, but with Gackt who could ever tell?
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