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Trapped in Love
After Klaha cheated on Mana, it's been exactly three years since the man has been able to gather the courage to try and get his beloved back. Will he succeed, or will three years be too late?
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Title: Trapped in Love
Authoress: Acireia
Pairing: Klaha/Mana
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I DON'T own Klaha, Mana, or anyone else mentioned in this fic. 'Kay? 'Kay.
Key: "Blah" - Talking. 'Blah' - Thinking. |Blah| - Flashback.
Trapped In Love
Klaha sighed deeply as he stared out the window of his house. It had rained for three days straight, matching his mood as of late. Tomorrow, it would be exactly three years sing he broke up with Mana... Or rather, Mana broke up with him... it being the reason for his depressed mood.
Klaha smiled softly to himself as he shut his eyes, memories of candlelight dinners and wine, passionate nights, and all of the wonderful time he spent with his beautiful gothic Lolita princess. Then, he opened his eyes and was brought back to horrible reality, and his empty house.
"...Gods I miss him..." Klaha murmured to himself. He shut his eyes once again, remembering the night they broke up...
|It was raining, thunder and lighting flashing across the dark skies.
It was the day Klaha made the biggest regret of his life.
Klaha had walked into a bar to wait out the rain because he was going to visit Mana and didn't want to be sopping wet by the time he saw his lover. Once he stepped inside, he spotted Miyavi with several empty glasses in front of him, and a glass of what seemed to be a very strong alcoholic drink in his hand.
He and Miyavi had been long time friends, so, he decided to walk over to the vocalist.
"Hello Miya-" Klaha stopped in the middle of his greeting when he noticed Miyavi was crying. He frowned and sat down, placing a comforting arm around him. "What's wrong?"
Miyavi looked up at Klaha, then looked down at the counter top. "S-Shou broke up with me..." he sobbed, taking another drink out of his glass.
Klaha sighed deeply, shaking his head. Miyavi and Shou had been together for a long time... but Miyavi had been seeing Die behind Shou's back. Therefore, Klaha figured Shou found out what Miyavi was up to and called their relationship off. "You knew this would happen if you kept secretly going out with Die, Miyavi..."
"Why couldn't I have just had both?!" Miyavi asked, looking up at Klaha.
"...You know Shou wanted you only for himself... So you c- MMPH!" Klaha's speech was cut off by Miyavi's desperate lips. His conscious was screaming; "Pull away! You have Mana!" But Klaha wasn't listening to it. And that was his mistake.
Klaha pulled the obviously drunk Miyavi out of the bar and straight to his house, pushing Miyavi onto the bed.
Miyavi giggled a bit as he fell, then began pulling Klaha's clothes off.
Klaha smirked as he watched, then he undressed Miyavi, bringing his lips down on the singer's. He let out a soft moan when he felt hard pressure on his lips. Then, wrapping his arms around Miyavi's waist, he grabbed a bottle of lubricant and quickly applied it to his erection without ever breaking his and Miyavi's passionate kiss. Klaha then lifted Miyavi up and slammed deeply within him, drawing a pleasured scream from the singer's lips.
Klaha looked at Miyavi, who looked up at him drunkenly and nodded numbly. Klaha held Miyavi close and began slamming heavily within the other man, who moaned, screamed, and writhed, totally wrapped in the pleasure that Klaha was giving him.
Klaha didn't hear his front door open and close as he slammed harder and deeper into Miyavi, biting the singer's neck to keep himself from screaming.
"KLAHA!"
Klaha stopped when he heard his name being screamed, and KNEW it wasn't Miyavi. He pulled out of Miyavi, who just blinked in confusion, and turned, seeing Mana standing there, shock and sadness etched on his countenance.
"M-Mana..." Klaha stepped towards the guitarist, holding his hand out towards Mana.
Mana looked down and turned away from Klaha. "It's over..." he said quietly, then left the bedroom.
Klaha sunk down to his knees, screaming in anger and sadness, his body wracking with sobs. "Mana! Come back!"
Mana ignored his ex-boyfriend's pleads as he left, dropping his house key to Klaha's house on his way out the door.|
Klaha wiped a few tears away as he opened his eyes, shaking off the memory. "Damn... Damn, damn, damn... Why didn't I listen to my conscious...?" He sighed deeply and stood up, making himself a cup of coffee and going to his computer, moving the mouse around to take it off the screensaver, which had a collection of Mana pictures popping up. He gazed at the wallpaper of his desktop he made himself, with the picture of Mana standing in front of a white door, wearing a simple white nightgown, holding his hand out towards the camera. That picture always made him horny, and it still did. Klaha took a deep breath and put his head in his hands. Damn, did he have it bad.
Klaha then looked at his computer, then accessed the Internet. "...I'm going to get you back... I swear it, Mana... Because... I'm trapped... I'm still so in love with you..."
Authoress: Acireia
Pairing: Klaha/Mana
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I DON'T own Klaha, Mana, or anyone else mentioned in this fic. 'Kay? 'Kay.
Key: "Blah" - Talking. 'Blah' - Thinking. |Blah| - Flashback.
Trapped In Love
Klaha sighed deeply as he stared out the window of his house. It had rained for three days straight, matching his mood as of late. Tomorrow, it would be exactly three years sing he broke up with Mana... Or rather, Mana broke up with him... it being the reason for his depressed mood.
Klaha smiled softly to himself as he shut his eyes, memories of candlelight dinners and wine, passionate nights, and all of the wonderful time he spent with his beautiful gothic Lolita princess. Then, he opened his eyes and was brought back to horrible reality, and his empty house.
"...Gods I miss him..." Klaha murmured to himself. He shut his eyes once again, remembering the night they broke up...
|It was raining, thunder and lighting flashing across the dark skies.
It was the day Klaha made the biggest regret of his life.
Klaha had walked into a bar to wait out the rain because he was going to visit Mana and didn't want to be sopping wet by the time he saw his lover. Once he stepped inside, he spotted Miyavi with several empty glasses in front of him, and a glass of what seemed to be a very strong alcoholic drink in his hand.
He and Miyavi had been long time friends, so, he decided to walk over to the vocalist.
"Hello Miya-" Klaha stopped in the middle of his greeting when he noticed Miyavi was crying. He frowned and sat down, placing a comforting arm around him. "What's wrong?"
Miyavi looked up at Klaha, then looked down at the counter top. "S-Shou broke up with me..." he sobbed, taking another drink out of his glass.
Klaha sighed deeply, shaking his head. Miyavi and Shou had been together for a long time... but Miyavi had been seeing Die behind Shou's back. Therefore, Klaha figured Shou found out what Miyavi was up to and called their relationship off. "You knew this would happen if you kept secretly going out with Die, Miyavi..."
"Why couldn't I have just had both?!" Miyavi asked, looking up at Klaha.
"...You know Shou wanted you only for himself... So you c- MMPH!" Klaha's speech was cut off by Miyavi's desperate lips. His conscious was screaming; "Pull away! You have Mana!" But Klaha wasn't listening to it. And that was his mistake.
Klaha pulled the obviously drunk Miyavi out of the bar and straight to his house, pushing Miyavi onto the bed.
Miyavi giggled a bit as he fell, then began pulling Klaha's clothes off.
Klaha smirked as he watched, then he undressed Miyavi, bringing his lips down on the singer's. He let out a soft moan when he felt hard pressure on his lips. Then, wrapping his arms around Miyavi's waist, he grabbed a bottle of lubricant and quickly applied it to his erection without ever breaking his and Miyavi's passionate kiss. Klaha then lifted Miyavi up and slammed deeply within him, drawing a pleasured scream from the singer's lips.
Klaha looked at Miyavi, who looked up at him drunkenly and nodded numbly. Klaha held Miyavi close and began slamming heavily within the other man, who moaned, screamed, and writhed, totally wrapped in the pleasure that Klaha was giving him.
Klaha didn't hear his front door open and close as he slammed harder and deeper into Miyavi, biting the singer's neck to keep himself from screaming.
"KLAHA!"
Klaha stopped when he heard his name being screamed, and KNEW it wasn't Miyavi. He pulled out of Miyavi, who just blinked in confusion, and turned, seeing Mana standing there, shock and sadness etched on his countenance.
"M-Mana..." Klaha stepped towards the guitarist, holding his hand out towards Mana.
Mana looked down and turned away from Klaha. "It's over..." he said quietly, then left the bedroom.
Klaha sunk down to his knees, screaming in anger and sadness, his body wracking with sobs. "Mana! Come back!"
Mana ignored his ex-boyfriend's pleads as he left, dropping his house key to Klaha's house on his way out the door.|
Klaha wiped a few tears away as he opened his eyes, shaking off the memory. "Damn... Damn, damn, damn... Why didn't I listen to my conscious...?" He sighed deeply and stood up, making himself a cup of coffee and going to his computer, moving the mouse around to take it off the screensaver, which had a collection of Mana pictures popping up. He gazed at the wallpaper of his desktop he made himself, with the picture of Mana standing in front of a white door, wearing a simple white nightgown, holding his hand out towards the camera. That picture always made him horny, and it still did. Klaha took a deep breath and put his head in his hands. Damn, did he have it bad.
Klaha then looked at his computer, then accessed the Internet. "...I'm going to get you back... I swear it, Mana... Because... I'm trapped... I'm still so in love with you..."
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