Talk with your hips.

Miyavi +Kai

"...and you can't talk for the rest of the day."

"What? NO. I have a photo shoot!"

"Then you should have thought of your photo shoot before getting a sore throat. Now, no more talking if you want to continue with your tour. You can say your last word now."

"Dammit."

"F my Life" he thought, his third day in America and he already was sick. Miyavi hunched over in the chair and started fiddling with his nail polish while the doctor left with a prescription of a drug addict's dream on the table. He wasn't going to take any of those, he was Miyavi, and Miyavi does not swallow pills. He heard footsteps and his bodyguard came into the room.

"You're going to be posing with another guy. The photographer wanted a Yaoi theme to this one. Shall I send the guy in so you can meet him?" Miyavi gave him a thumbs up. He closed his eyes again and went back to dreaming. He heard the heavy footsteps go, and then lighter ones come back in, and the door closing.

"Miyavi?" He opened his eyes and turned around in the chair to stare at the guy that just came in. He was about 5 Feet 8, with blackish hair that covered half his face. The face was ivory white, beautiful eyes, no makeup at all but still, it was the most gorgeous face he had seen. He was wearing jeans and a shirt, with a sweater over it with the words "The Gazette".

"I'm Kai. I will be posing with you. They said you couldn't talk today." Miyavi shook himself, what the hell was he doing? He was used to seeing hot guys. He nodded to a chair opposite him, and Kai sat down on it.

"That's a lot of medicine". Miyavi nodded, still staring. Kai was looking down at the floor, as if the carpet intrigued him, before he moved his eyes up to look back. Miyavi felt a jolt in his stomach, and moved his gaze to the wall instead, not paying any attention to the awkward silence that was so loud.

"Do you want to, practice?" Kai wanted to practice.

"For, the shoot...its, yaoi." Miyavi nodded too fast. Kai stood up from his chair, and moved closer. Miyavi stood up as well. He was a bit taller than Kai, would that make Kai the women in the relationship? Shut up, why was he thinking about that?

"I think we have to get, closer." Miyavi was a doll, he would do anything Kai told me him. He moved two steps nearer, until he could feel Kai's hot breath on him. He was shaking, they both were shaking. Miyavi spoke.

"Do we, do you want to kiss?" Didn't he have a sore throat? He wasn't supposed to speak, but he had to speak, his voice even sounded better when he was sick. Kai looked up, surprised. He felt Miyavi's hand move behind his back and he spoke again.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."