A/N: This was copied directly from my blog. I already edited some of it, but since I’m still feeling brain dead, I dunno if I did a good job betareading my own work. Also, Smile is just a filler fiction for one of my characters in an RP and his partner because I’m actually supposed to write an NC17 piece for them, but I still haven’t got my smut muse, unfortunately.

I had this sudden urge to write fiction. So I'm gonna satisfy that urge by writing something directly on this text box thingy. So if it ends up crappy I hope you forgive me, lol. Well, here goes. It's a fic about my character Kiyomine and his... err, lover, Kumi. (…) hints of sex are there, and the language is kinda rough. But really, it's just... somewhat fluff? Also if you need some sort of visual aid just remember that Kiyo-chan takes the appearance of Gazette's Aoi and Kumi-chan takes Miyavi's. But this is not an Aoi/Miyavi fic, let me just clarify that to you. So. Onto the short fluff.

Sometimes a smile is all that takes to make everything alright. Kiyomine knows this, but somehow he can't get this through his pretty little head of his that a simple smile makes everything better. But, of course, it's never too late to actually learn something.

He brushed his already messy, black hair to the side; he still couldn't figure out a way on how he could get his guitarist to talk to him. So they had sex, big deal. It's not like Kumi was going to get any kind of disease from him anyway, and giving him the cold shoulder surely wasn't doing anything good for the band. However Kumi knows that he can't blame Kiyomine for what happened last night, when they both know and realize how it was him who led Kiyomine into forcing him to have sex. Let's face it, who kisses a guy in front of two beautiful women? Why not just take one of the girls instead of the guy, right?

With that argument in mind, Kiyomine was sure he's gonna win just in case Kumi initiates yet another fight. At that, his lips curled into his signature smug sneer, and coincidentally found Kumi staring at him.

Gotcha.

And what do you know, he smiled back. The boy's grin grew wider.

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He couldn't possibly help but feel really, really weird after doing it with the person he thought he hated the most. What's more disgusting about that is that it's a guy he did it with. It wasn't normal, and here he thought he liked girls all his life. So he couldn't possibly be blamed if he played like crap during the practice, or that nobody can catch him long enough to say anything.

As much as he hated it, he really did find Kiyomine attractive. In fact, the bastard had been occupying his mind for the past... well, actually, ever since they met. And how they met wasn't exactly ordinary either. First time they met they already exposed their torsos to each other and then slept on the same bed.

Unconsciously Kumi found his eyes leaning towards Kiyomine's direction just as the latter finished either fixing his hair or messing it up even more. One of the things Kumi found attractive about the man is the way he'd smile out of nowhere. At that he smiled as well, because behind that vainglorious attitude of his lies a real dork.

Fuck.

Eyes widening in shock, Kumi froze from where he was standing. That smile just can't mean anything good. He would've banged his head into a wall right now, if not for the fact that he was glued to the ground in fear of something Kiyomine would do if he did move around.

Sometimes a single smile can send all the wrong signals, and then get you fucked. Figuratively… and literally.