Here's some help on pronouncing the main character's name! Okay, it's spelled Vygel, right? Pronounce the "VY" part like "high" with a "V" (vigh). Okay? And, for the "GEL" part, pronounce it like "hell" with a "G" (NOT gel but gell. Not the "J" sound but like the "G" sound in "get.") Too hard? Then...I don't know what to say.

Strangely, the inspiration for this story came from my new obsession with Miyavi and some strange plot line I had stashed in my brain...Miyavi's hot...

Biggest Fan

It was early in the morning and still quite dark outside. The sun had not yet risen and reports of storms foretold that it perhaps wouldn't rise at all. Evan sat on the window seat of his house. A single candle was lit and sitting a few feet away from him beside his cup of black coffee that steam rose from in curling circles. He was used to waking up so early now. His job, as well as his lover, had forced him to wake up at hours he didn't even knew existed. But, holding his loved one close to him and watching so many sunrises, he'd realized that these morning hours were now something he wouldn't miss for the world.

His home was well furnished. A nice sized home with two bedrooms, the one he shared with his lover and the one that was supposed to be set up for guests, but had turned into a separate room for the elaborate clothing his partner wore. The living room alone was gorgeous, decorated with beautiful Chinese vases, two leather chairs and matching couch, a big screen TV that was almost never used and a large fish tank with tropical fish of different kinds. On each wall was a beautifully done painting, one they had bid on and won at an auction, all the colors matched together and it was absolutely great to come home to.

The only room he liked more was the bedroom he shared. It was equipped with a king sized bed with black silk sheets, some of which his lover was currently tangled in. The walls were gray, music written in different languages placed on them with either red or black permanent marker. Black curtains hung from the large window, blocking the sunlight that dared to enter. A dresser in the corner held his clothes and the small amount of normal clothing the other owned. There was a shelf against one wall with several pictures of the two together and beside that, a closet with more clothing and odds and ends.

Evan still had about ten minutes that he would spend alone until his lover walked into the room, sometimes yawning, and sit down beside him, wrapped in his arms.

Evan stretched his arms out above his head and leaned back on the pillows of the seat. This was his favorite morning place. He was still dressed in his pajamas -dark blue sweat pants and a white wife beater- hair still messy from lack of brushing. He'd felt the urge to take a shower, but, like every morning, would rather sit and wait for the other to wake up and sit with him. Plus, it wasn't exactly fair to take all the hot water for himself. He'd get hell about that.

Evan let out a yawn and stretched, wishing his lover would hurry up and get the hell out of bed. He looked up when he heard the door creak. Speak of the devil... He smiled to the person standing a few feet away from him, "Good morning, babe," he laughed under his breath as his partner was whipping the sleep out of his eyes.

The other simply raised a small hand and waved. His mouth widened into a large yawn right as he attempted a proper "Hello."

Evan laughed and stood up from the window seat, walking over to his young lover and wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"Hello, Evan," he offered a smile to his taller boyfriend. He was wearing one of Evan's large button up white t-shirts that was almost see through. A pair of Evan's boxers hung loosely on his hips with the help of a safety pin. He hadn't slept in his own clothes since he and Evan had started living together. The large shirt and boxers might as well have been his own.

Evan lead the younger man to the window seat to sit with him, the smaller leaning against him, one hand against his stomach, the other playing with his own hair, the long black locks cut at different lengths, some ending at his shoulder, a few beside his jaw line, and two long bits of hair by his ears hanging down passed the middle of his back. Currently, they were fixed into braids and clipped up.

Evan had to ask, he already knew the answer, but the desire of whatever strange answer he would get was always there, "Ready to go to your photo shoot?" he knew the younger man hated having his picture taken.

The answer was a tongue sticking out of him and a sound that reflected that of barfing. Evan shook his head and raked a hand through his dirty blond hair, "Yeah, yeah stupid question. You know I only do it to tease you, Vy."

"Yeah, I know. And I hate it," he reached up and gave a harmful pinch to the blond's ear. "I'm taking a shower and you had better cook one hell of a breakfast."

Evan chuckled at the demand and watched his lover walk off. The blond had to admit though; he was one damn good cook. And it was a good thing because Vy couldn't boil water if his life depended on it.

Evan stood up, stretched, yawned, scratched his side, and made his way to the kitchen as he heard the water from the showerhead spitting out at full force.

Before starting to cook anything, Evan heard the familiar sound of his cell phone, a ring tone with a song by his boyfriend, and picked it up, disappointed to see it was only the police chief he worked for.

"Hello?" Evan hated how he sounded so tired when talking to someone from work.

"Evan, I know I told you to take a day off, but we really need you down here. Shafer says you're the only one he'll talk to. We've tried everything, but he keeps refusing."

Evan sighed. Shafer was a man a few years older than him that was more stubborn than a mule and, for reasons he didn't know, would only talk to him.

"I'll be down in an hour, okay?" He couldn't help but sigh as his boss thanked him and promised him a week break for all the days he'd taken away from the officer. Vy is not gonna be happy about this.

Evan sighed and walked to the bedroom he shared with the younger man. How many times have I done this to Vy? Way too many to count. I'm really going to get it someday. The one day he's only supposed to be gone for two hours I'm called into work. "Goddamn! Why do I feel so strongly about my job?!" he half shouted out loud.

"Babe, why are you yelling at walls?" Vy looked at him worried. It was never good when Evan was yelling out loud even without anyone in the room.

Evan started to open his mouth but was interrupted before he go a single word out, "Let me guess, Shafer called you in? I'm going to kick his ass! I swear to God! I hate that man! Why the hell do you work for him? I can't take this! We get a little bit of time together and he takes it away. Damn him!"

"Vygel...Don't do this again...It's not his fault. I just can't learn how to say no."

"Please, I beg of you, learn soon." Vygel was walking to the room where most of his clothing was located.

I really wish I could.

Vygel looked through his many items of clothing finally settling on a black leather corset over a black and red striped shirt. He put on his large black watch with black onyx gems set into it as well as the many leather arm bands he had lying around. He put on tights he made himself -one leg black and white striped and the other leg fishnet with designs made of small safety pins-. He put on a large, deep red colored choker that resembled a dog collar also made of leather. He put on a skirt he'd also made by himself, black cotton fabric, one side covered in lace and the opposite side was covered in chains, belts, and a silver lock.

He went to the bathroom, quickly straightening his hair and putting it in a purposely sloppy side pony-tail tied up with a red ribbon and a silver flower hair clip. He put on his black eye makeup and lipstick and decided that was enough for the photo shoot.

"Does this mean no breakfast?" Vy asked whiningly as he hopped around putting on his steel toed boots.

"Sorry babe. And sit down when you put your shoes on. You fell last time,"

"Oh honey! Did I show you?!" Vy held out one hand showing off his long nails, "They're navy blue and not weird bright colors or black!" he smiled. Evan had suggested doing something different for once.

"That's very good Vy. Now, I'll see you after work okay. Come straight home-"

"And don't answer the phone because it could be some crazy stalker. I know the drill Captain. I'm going to be safe in my own home, I promise. Just get dressed and go to work so you don't get any shit with Shafer, okay?" Vy had to stand on his tip toes and have Evan lean down so they were able to exchange a quick kiss, "I'll be okay. No fits over papercuts. Right?"

"Right," Evan mumbled. He couldn't help that his lover being a well known rock star made him a bit paranoid. Was it so bad to worry about Vy? He wasn't exactly a tough guy. And he was rather small.

"Well, I'll be going now. I want to get there early so I can bum some breakfast from someone. Oh, and about that," he claimed as he picked up his leather purse that was covered in different witty button and stickers, "you owe me dinner. Cooked by you, not take out. No cheating this time."

"Okay, okay! You never let anything go, do you?" Evan wrapped his arms around Vy before he had to go. He gave him a tight hug and wished he didn't have to let go.

"Never, sir," Vy smirked as he hugged Evan back, "Now, I have to go. You be good for Shafer because I don't want any bad calls. I'm still regretting giving that man my cell number. What was I thinking?" Vy put his hand to his forehead and breathed a sigh.

"He only calls you when I won't listen to him."

"And why hasn't he fired you?"

"Get outta here. You want to be early right?" he quickly changed the subject. Why did Shafer keep him around? Oh, that's right, Vy threatened him with law suits.

"Okay. Bye, I love you," he smiled and waved before leaving.

Love you, too.

That's it for now. I'll update as soon as I get reviews and all that stuff. Watch it though 'cause we're going to be trailing into some adult stuff. Why warn though? It's already rated R and if you've ever read anything by me you know it'll end up that way no matter what I do.

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