Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Alone, Together ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

No choice now, it's too late
Let him go, he gave up
Don't give up
Lisa said "Take time for me"
Dropping him down to his knees
Oh just go

Ryuichi placed the pink plushie on the table and crouched so he could be at eye level with it.

"I know you aren't real. You're a security blanket; it's playing with the past." He gazed at the plushie with the same type of intensity he had on stage, complete control. "It's a shame, don't you think, that someone like me can't move on?" he stopped to sing a little phrase of an American song he'd heard, So why are you running away "That I could be so insecure. I hope people like me for who I am, like Touma does." There was an acid taste in his mouth. "Did. I should have said did."

The thirty one year old pop legend picked Kumagoro up and hurled it at the wall. He walked out of his apartment in disgust, the brown hair loosely tied back, sunglasses on; like some kind of vampire, he could not go out during the day, except his poison was fans instead of sunshine. It was a hot day, though, and Ryuichi frowned, feeling the buzz in his pants pocket and ignoring it. He continued walking, ignoring everything and everyone, pushing roughly past anyone who was in his way. Ryuichi, believe it or not, could be very passive aggressive if he saw it fit.

"Hey! Sakuma-san, Touma called you but you didn't answer. He wanted to have lunch with you since Mika-san canceled. But he already left." Ryuichi stopped walking. And stood. His hands were in his pockets, and his attire was not childish at all, rather looking like something he would not wear. For a moment, he just stood, then turned crisply to face whoever was talking to him, glad his eyes were hidden by glasses when he realized it was Schuichi addressing him. The boy was too sensitive to understand that everyone had their bad days.

Schuichi stared at Ryuichi his blue eyes big with shock and worry, huffing slightly from running. He had caught sight of the pop star three blocks ago and had been chasing after him. For his age, Ryuichi must have been in pretty good shape, better than Schuichi was. Eventually, Schuichi got tired of staring and dropped his gaze, scuffing his shoe on the ground.

"Sorry Sakuma-san for disturbing you."

"Just go." Ryuichi said, and turned again, and left the pink haired boy to drop to his knees. "It's too late. I give up." He said to himself as he walked, and sighed, without stopping. He continued to walk in circles around the city, until it began to grow dark and a car pulled up to him on the street and honked obnoxiously.

"Sakuma!" A man yelled. Ryuichi stopped and looked at the man through the window, pushing down his sunglasses to see him clearly. He was blonde and held a cigarette in between his teeth. He wore a black button-up shirt and jeans. Ryuichi knew him by name, by sight; Yuki Eiri, the famous novelist. Touma's friend. Schuichi's lover. What would Yuki care about someone he's only heard about from others, not even worthy of attention from the friends Yuki would have heard about him from. "What happened this afternoon between you and Schuichi?"

So then it was obvious, Yuki simply was concerned of his lover's fidelity. "Nothing that you should be concerned about." He replied.

"I don't concern myself in the idiot's business. But if it harms him in some way that was not caused by his own stupidity, then it becomes my business, Sakuma Ryuichi."


Take me away, see I've got to explain
Things they are changing such a permanent way
Life seems unreal, can we go back to your place
Ah you drink too much, makes me drink just the same

"What's to say it wasn't from his own stupidity?" Ryuichi said roughly.

"Get in and tell me." Yuki commanded, and unlocked the door. The brunette stared at him for a moment to judge his sincerity and got in.

"He bothered me. I'm in no state to be bothered." He stated flatly.

"You're rather articulate for someone who is supposedly six at heart." Yuki commented, and pulled into the driveway.

"I'm not going to apologize." Ryuichi said, realizing Yuki had drove them home. Yuki looked at him, and shook his head, lighting another cigarette. He lead them up to his apartment and brought out a beer can.

"Want a drink?" He asked.

"No."

"Well, I do." Yuki said and gulped it down. "Are you sue you don't want one?"

"Fine." Ryuichi said. "If it makes you happy."

"If it makes me happy? You really think that I'm at all concerned with your happiness?" The blonde man scoffed, crunching the can in his hand and leaving the room only to return with two more. He gave one to Ryuichi and drank the other; watching the brunette as he did. The man did not say anything at all, but a feeling of friction developed between the two.

"Why are so concerned in the kid's business anyway?" Ryuichi said, sitting at the couch, hunched forward and his blue eyes fixed at the

"Things are changing." Yuki said with a small smile. Ryuichi's eye fell open.

"They … change? Why are you smiling? And shining?" He asked, falling back onto what he knew best - to act as innocent and stupid as possible. No one ever dislikes a child.

"I'm smiling because I want to." Yuki said back sharply. He was oddly reminded of Schuichi by this man, no wonder the two got along so well. It was common knowledge that Schuichi looked up to Ryuichi, and that Ryuichi had two very different personalities. He wondered if Schuichi would be the same in another ten years. Ryuichi looked at him with teary eyes. "Okay. Listen, I'm feeling a bit different towards the idiot. He needs to grow up, but,"

"You like him." Ryuichi said softly, tears welling up and beginning to fall. "You like him. You like him. He doesn't like you. He doesn't like you. He doesn't like you. He doesn't like you. He never liked you. He won't ever like you. He never liked you. He won't ever like you. HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU RYUICHI!"

Yuki blinked in surprise. He had, of course, expected something more akin to control, mild surprise on Sakuma's part, or at least, a blush and stammer. But this mental breakdown was not something that he had predicted. Nor, did it seem, that Ryuichi was addressing the blonde. He was not talking about Schuichi either; his expression had changed from the joy of friendship to hopeless frustration.

"Who are you talking about?" He asked, simply. It was not sharp, it was not kind. It was as blank as he could muster. He would be neither right nor wrong in this manner.


People try, felt so right
Giving themselves good advice
Looking down sometimes felt nice

"You're not serious." Ryuichi said, on the floor, looking up at Yuki. The blonde man sighed and lit a cigarette, and looked down at the singer. He felt in control of the brunette, but only as if he had whipped a wild animal into submission, until the will was completely broken. Yuki did not like that feeling, and so he crouched down to make the distance more even.

"If you aren't going to tell me, I can't help you." He said.

"You're. . ." He looked down and began to fiddle with his fingers. "You don't understand. You're just going to end up saying something that applies to you more than me. You'll be giving yourself advice, and you'll feel good about it." He snarled. Yuki picked Ryuichi's face up and kissed the tip of his nose, something that Yuki hardly ever did - even to Schuichi. Ryuichi looked at him in surprise.

"What…was that?" He asked. "Don't you and Schuichi…"

"Are you going to get mad about it?" Yuki growled. "maybe next time I won't be so willing to show physical affection. And you, at that moment, reminded me of Schuichi."

Ryuichi turned away, and tried to put his feelings into words. "The whereabouts where the light does not show through." He looked at Yuki. "Let's draw a brightly floating through emotion," And cocked his head. "So that the words of guidance don't fall through. Do … not fear times of transit." He paused. "I sang that the first time Schuichi had a concert. I guess it was advice. And, I guess, that's the way I feel now. Lost in the dark and looking for some kind of light. If it's emotion." He pointedly with a grin to the spot where Yuki had kissed him. "And for advice, which you were willing to give."

The singer, almost reverently, kissed Yuki back, on the cheek. Yuki turned and caressed Ryuichi's cheek.

"Let go…" He said softly, and turned Ryuichi's face towards his own so that the blonde could kiss him on the lips. The brunette did not protest, but simply let himself up. For at least, one night, he could feel really wanted; needed; loved. And if Yuki would give him that, then by all means, Ryuichi would let him. The writer sucked at Ryuichi's neck, and Ryuichi moaned, pulling the blonde closer. Yuki bit the man's lip lightly, and waited for response. Really, Ryuichi Sakuma was not as childish as he seemed. Yuki was almost amused at the sight of such a beautiful man, the shirt rumpled up, and the pants unzipped, leaning on the couch an giving a good natured smile. The brunette leaned up to kiss Yuki from the couch and moved to rub erection on erection, both men catching their breath. With a rush, Ryuichi leaned up, and began to kiss and tease Yuki's nipples, and moved his other hand to hold the back of his head and tilt Yuki's face more forward. As for Yuki, he was busy reaching for the lube that was not in it's usual place. He stopped Ryuichi with a soft hand motion and got up to get it out of his drawer. As he returned, he had in his mouth a lemon-flavored pocky, and Ryuichi grabbed a bite with his teeth, as it disappeared between the two, and the blonde returned to his knees, shrugging Ryuichi's pants and his Kumagoro-boxers down further. The blonde gave the singer's penis a squeeze and then his fingers reached for Ryuichi's ass. Ryuichi made a sound in his throat, and lifted his pelvis from the ground, spreading his legs a little farther apart. Slowly, Yuki placed one gelled finger into the hole. Then two, and finally, had stretched it out appropriately. Ryuichi arched his back as Yuki rubbed, and slid himself in. Schuichi was always unprepared, and no matter how many times it was done, he never seemed to gain any experience, however, Ryuichi knew what he was doing. He began to rock his hips, so that the blonde's cock slid out and in and out and in and every time Yuki could feel Ryuichi's kisses and the nips he gave, and the pulsing rhythm between the two. Yuki began to feel the onset of his orgasm, and he could see how hard it was for Ryuichi to keep his at bay.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING "Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuki! I'm home, let me in, it's really cold out here and I ran in my stage outfit and…Yuuuuuuuuuki! You're in there, I know!"

Ryuichi stopped and looked at Yuki. As for the blonde, the blonde was trying to figure out a way to avoid anything suspicious. He pulled himself completely out of Ryuichi and sighed, both dicks throbbing and both men annoyed.


He knows it's just a fact to kill to survive
He's earning dollars when you're giving your life
Let someone poor soul work 3 hours a day
The world is over and I don't care coz

"It felt nice." Ryuichi whispered. "When it wasn't interrupted." He pulled back on his pants and shook his head disdainfully. Other people always came first, instead of him.

"Wait. Just, go hide in the bathroom, okay?" Yuki hissed, pulling his own pants up, and wiping away the lube and washing his hands. When he was finished, the blonde unlocked the door. Schuichi stood in front of him in something that should have been in a cabaret bar and not at Yuki Eiri's doorstep.

"What that hell are you wearing?" Yuki asked. "Never mind. Go change. I've got to meet someone from the publishing company about my novel."

"Oh is it finished, Yuki?" Schuichi asked, starry eyed. "Can I read it?"

"If you buy a copy." Yuki said roughly, and then kissed him lightly. "Go."

Schuichi walked down the hallway, bobbing his head and humming "Sleepless Beauty" on his way to the room he now - proudly - shared with Yuki. He was working an awful lot these days, and was carefully eliminating all the competition that came his way. Bad Luck would be successful, no matter if ASK or anyone else stood in his way.

"Bad Luck will live up to Nittle Grasper! Bad Luck will be the best! No matter what!"

"…even if Sakuma-san himself stood in your way?" A ghostly Ryuichi voice said. Schuichi turned, and blinked.

"I don't know. . . Sakuma-san's a god. I don't think I could ever live up to someone like Sakuma-san. Besides! He'd never do that, he's my friend." Schuichi beamed.

"Are you his friend? If his world ended, would you help him?" The voice asked.

"Yes1 I don't care if his world goes and blows itself up! He's been so nice to me! And I would never have been able to do the things I've done without him! He helped me conquer my stage fright! It's kill or be killed in the music business, but I think I've got a chance if Sakuma-san likes my songs." Schuichi stopped. "Are you my conscience?"

"No, I'm just asking you if you really like Sakuma-san for who he is."

"Of course I do! It's who he is that I like! Not the fact he's part of Nittle Grasper (well maybe a little) but how nice he is all the time and how he always cheers me up. I guess Sakuma-san's human too, though. I shouldn't have bothered him this morning when he was in a bad mood. I guess I'm not as good as he is at cheering people up." Schuichi bit his lip. "Well, bye voice! You've made me think! A lot! La li ho!" And with the parting complete, Schuichi skipped into the room, and began to shower in the other bathroom.


I am with you, now I've got to explain
Things they are changing such a permanent way
Life seems unreal, can we go back to your place
You drink too much, makes me drink just the same

"Things change, Ryuichi. I'm married. I've got a life. Yuki needs me too. I can't be there for anybody. Why don't you make some other friends? That boy Schuichi looks to you as a god. Why don't you and he become friends?" Touma said.

"Because." Kumagoro nodded his head. "Kumagoro thinks you aren't telling him the truth."

"Stop playing with that toy, Ryuichi. I gave it to so you could have a friend, not so you could avoid talking to me."

The brunette raised his head above the table, and sighed, placing the pink plushie on top of his head and frowning like a disappointed child.

"You've got to grow up, Ryuichi. You can't always act like we did when we were Schuichi's age. It got me in trouble. Yuki…"

"Yuki? Who's Yuki?" Ryuichi asked, eyes wide.

"He's … a friend. Look, Ryuichi," Touma began, and Ryuichi got up, rough and intense.

"I want to know who Yuki is. But you're not going to tell me, I know you. Then, since you have nothing worth saying, I'll see you later, Seguchi-san." Ryuichi, numb inside, walked out and did not talk to Touma again.

Ryuichi now avoided Touma as much as possible, even when the band rehearsed. Nuriko was fed up with the two but kept quiet unless it really got out of control. It was sad, Ryuichi realized, to see two friends so horribly torn apart. Was Touma a friend? He did not know. Not now, but Schuichi's easy reassurance comforted the brunette. There was a knock and Yuki's voice.

On the first time that I met your friends
A second time I thought it would last
We all like it a little different

As Ryuichi let Yuki into the bathroom, he remember what his body felt like. It was absurd, really how much he could ignore his body. Yuki was still hard, and looking to finish what they had begun. Ryuichi heard the water running, and realized that Schuichi must be showering. Locking the door behind him, Yuki pushed Ryuichi onto the counter, dragged down Ryuichi's pants, and pushed his legs apart. Ryuichi let him, there was something amusing and sweet in the man's behavior. Yuki lubed up his cock and slid himself in again, in-out-in-out until they were both able to reach the climax that had been interrupted. Ryuichi moaned quietly as he could as his body couldn't stand the pleasure any longer, and Yuki felt the clench of muscles as Ryuichi's body tensed, and let himself go. Kissing the brunette on the forehead, he whispered, "The first time I heard about you was from Touma, and I. . ." There were no words to express what Yuki was trying to say, and so he best summed it up with a long kiss, and muttered in English before he let Ryuichi out of the bathroom. "I've been denied all the best ultrasex; all this time."

And the brunette smiled. At least he knew of two people who liked him for who he was and what he did best - on both accounts.