Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Apogee ❯ Chapter IX ( Chapter 9 )

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

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PLEASE NOTE: This section contains a yaoi lemon. If you are disturbed by graphic portrayals of homosexual intercourse, you may want to skip this section and wait for the next update. If not, read on!


Shuichi woke disoriented at first, in a bed that was not his own, wearing a pair of silk pajama pants and a plain white shirt that didn't belong to him either. It took a moment for memory to return and him to realize the clothes were Tohma's and he was sleeping in Tohma's guest room. Smelling coffee, he swung his legs out of bed and made a quick stop in the bathroom before heading out to the kitchen, calling out a sleepy greeting to Tohma and nearly jumping out of his skin when the answer came in K's deeper and much louder voice. All the last vestiges of sleepiness fled in that instant and he was out of the kitchen and standing at the edge of the living room in a flash, staring at his manager sitting calmly on the couch, flipping through the channels on the plasma screen television.

"K? Why are you here? Where is Tohma?"

"Seguchi-san told me of your predicament, asked me to pick up some clothes for you and bring them by. When I arrived, he said he needed to run some errands and asked that I wait for you to wake up so someone could tell you where he had gone."

Shuichi blinked, then sat down on the arm of the couch. "He couldn't just leave me a note?"

"I doubt it crossed his mind, he seemed rather preoccupied."

Shuichi blinked again, then looked at the bag K held out to him with the logo of a popular clothing store. He smiled and thanked his manager, then excused himself to go shower and dress. He didn't take long in the shower and tried to ignore the scent of Tohma's soap and shampoo, especially when he realized the effect it was having on him. When he got out he dried quickly and dressed in the things K had brought for him. The jeans were the right length, but a little big around the waist, and Shuichi was glad for the belt K had provided that kept them on his slim hips. The tee was one from their last single, with a large picture of the three of them on the front and the band name on the back. It was large on him, but Shuichi didn't care, he liked wearing his clothes a bit looser these days. When he padded out to the living room again, he was just in time to wave good-bye to K as the man headed out the door.

Tohma turned to Shuichi with a wide smile and moved past him to the kitchen, calling out in a voice that was just a touch too cheerful that lunch would be ready soon. Shuichi followed Tohma, something in the way he was smiling catching Shuichi's attention. He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching Tohma as he bustled about the kitchen, putting away the things he had bought and babbling about what he should make for lunch. The quick, hurried movements and the constant chatter seemed so little like Tohma; Shuichi was struck with an odd sense that things had turned on their head while he slept. Now he was the one who acted with deliberation and thought, while Tohma was the one who babbled and acted without thinking and never stayed still for more than a few seconds. It was strange and unreal, and Shuichi knew something was just not right here.

He finally stepped forward as Tohma reached to turn on the stovetop, wrapping his fingers around the slim wrist and waiting for Tohma to look at him. Tohma tried to turn away, but Shuichi refused to let go, following him instead.

"Tohma, stop and look at me, please." Shuichi waited a moment as Tohma stopped, but didn't turn to look at him, leaving his arm twisted back toward Shuichi in what was becoming an awkward angle. Shuichi slid his hand from Tohma's wrist to his arm, trying to nudge the man to turn. "Tohma, please."

Tohma finally turned and gave Shuichi a bright smile, looking for all the world as though nothing had ever been wrong, and nothing could ever be more right. Shuichi dropped his hand from Tohma's arm, frowning slightly in response to that cheery, too happy look.

"Did you have another idea for lunch, Shuichi? I bought salmon, or tuna if you'd prefer."

Shuichi just shook his head. "Tohma, this isn't about lunch. I don't really care about food right now, I -- I'm worried about you. You just--" Shuichi stopped, swallowing nervously, not sure how to put his unease into words. "Tohma, is everything all right?"

The smile faltered just a bit, and Tohma turned back to the vegetables he'd left in the sink, intending to wash them. "Of course, Shuichi, why wouldn't it be?"

Unable to come up with an answer to that, Shuichi stepped back, mumbling something about going to watch television while Tohma turned back to his cooking. He settled on the couch and picked up the remote that K had left on the cushion, flipping through the channels until he found the entertainment channel, and sat back to listen to the latest gossip. He wasn't paying attention, though, as the person on the screen went through the announcement of one group's next tour, another's break-up, and finally announced a new video from yet another group. Shuichi got up again and went back to the kitchen, standing in the doorway and watching as Tohma cooked. He had gotten used to watching Tohma cook in Shuichi's small kitchen, and while Tohma seemed just as comfortable here, in his own kitchen, he was obviously distracted.

When Tohma reached for the metal handle of a pan that was on a high burner without anything to protect his hand, Shuichi yelped and jumped forward, glad the kitchen was so small as he grabbed Tohma's arm and yanked the man away from the stove. Tohma only looked at him in surprise, apparently unaware that Shuichi had been there or of what he'd been about to do. Shuichi turned around and turned off all the burners on the stove before pushing Tohma out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Tohma sputtered angrily about lunch, that he'd been cooking and what did Shuichi think he was doing anyway, but Shuichi just shook his head.

"Forget lunch, Tohma! What is wrong with you? I've watched you cook every night for the last week, and you are never that distracted. You almost burned your hand!" He launched himself at Tohma, throwing his arms around him and pressing his face into the curve of Tohma's neck. "Tohma, please talk to me. Please, let me be here for you."

Tohma, caught completely off guard by Shuichi's sudden, desperate concern for him, felt his anger fading away as fast as it had flared. He brought his hands up and rested them lightly on Shuichi's hips, intending to push him gently away when Shuichi made his plea. It stopped him cold, a shiver running down his spine. He could hide from the world, ignore anyone and everyone else who wanted to know what was wrong, so why was it this one person could make him want to pour out his heart and tell all of his deepest, most closely held emotions? His own voice caught him by surprise, and the words came out haltingly, but they were said and they couldn't be taken back.

"Mika brought me divorce papers this morning."

Shuichi hadn't been expecting an answer from Tohma, and the confession was enough to make his heart ache. He stepped back so he could look at Tohma, his concern intensifying as he saw the nearly blank look on his face, the way his eyes seemed glazed and his brow furrowed just slightly. He didn't think anymore, just automatically did what came to mind first. Shuichi dragged him down the hall and into Tohma's room and pressed him to lie down on the bed, lying next to him and hugging him close, whispering soft words and waiting patiently. It didn't take long for tears to come, and Shuichi rubbed his hands lightly along Tohma's back and shoulders as he clung to Shuichi.

When finally Tohma's breathing had settled and he was no longer clutching at Shuichi's shirt, Shuichi pressed a soft kiss to his temple and started to ease away, thinking Tohma had fallen asleep. He stirred, opening his eyes and raising himself on one elbow as he pulled Shuichi back down to the bed. He gently pressed his forehead to Shuichi's for a moment, meeting the curious gaze of his houseguest before closing his eyes again and lowering his head. Tohma barely brushed his lips against Shuichi's, giving Shuichi every chance to push him away and put a stop to this, but instead felt slim fingers brushing at the collar of his shirt, tilting his head and the lips beneath his parted, a warm tongue darting out to brush over his lower lip.

Tohma returned the gesture, trailing the tip of his tongue along Shuichi's lips, dipping it inside to taste and tease as it dragged along Shuichi's. Breaking away from Shuichi's mouth, he trailed a slow line of kisses and licks down Shuichi's throat, intrigued at the mewling noises he coaxed from Shuichi as he gently bit at the pulse point before continuing. He shifted slightly, pressing a bit of his weight on to Shuichi as his hand drifted under the loose shirt, nimble fingers delighting in the shift and play of muscles as they explored. His fingers closed gently on one sensitive bud and he heard a gasp and felt small hands flexing on his collar. One hand trailed into Tohma's hair to encourage him as he continued to trail kisses back to Shuichi's lips, the other drifting down and starting to unbutton his shirt, darting teasingly across each new bit of skin that was exposed as they continued as far as they could reach down the line of buttons.

When Shuichi had his shirt open and started to push it from his shoulder, Tohma shifted, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. Returning to kiss Shuichi, he balanced carefully on his knees so he could use both hands, running them up Shuichi's sides, trimmed nails barely scraping, bringing a gasp and a moan from the singer. He pulled the shirt up and over Shuichi's head, tossing it to the floor to lie with Tohma's before kissing him again with something almost like desperation, twining their fingers together above their heads, pinning their hands to the bed. Tohma brought one leg up, laying it between Shuichi's as he shifted his weight, settling his hips against Shuichi's. Breaking the kiss, he dropped his head next to Shuichi's ear and struggled to catch his breath.

He wanted Shuichi, so badly it was a physical ache throughout his entire body. He knew Shuichi was responding to him, he seemed to want what Tohma did, but he refused to make assumptions. If he were wrong, if Shuichi really didn't want to take this as far as Tohma did, he needed to know now, before he went any further, before he did something he might truly regret.

Shuichi lay beneath Tohma, his hands still twined with Tohma's above his head, the weight of the other man heavenly where it pressed against him. He lay still for a moment, feeling Tohma's harsh breath on his ear and fought the urge to thrust his hips against Tohma where they were pressed together. He could feel Tohma's erection digging into his hip, he could tell he wanted him, and he did not understand why Tohma had stopped. Shuichi began to wonder if he were wrong, that it wasn't him Tohma wanted, that this was nothing more than a reaction to a warm body so close after a long period of loneliness. He swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat and tried to take a deep breath, cutting it short as it pressed bare skin closer together and Shuichi had to stifle a moan.

"T - Tohma?"

"Shuichi. I want you. But - but if you want me to stop, I will."

Tohma's voice in his ear was harsh and sounded choked. Shuichi lay still for a moment longer, and then shifted his hips up, rubbing his erection against Tohma's hip as he flexed his hands against Tohma's and moaned. "No, please... Don't stop. I want this, I want you, Tohma, please."

The last words were almost screamed as Tohma turned his head, teeth, tongue and lips immediately resuming their exploration of Shuichi's throat as he ground his hips against Shuichi. He moved quickly down Shuichi's throat to nibble at his collarbone before seizing one taut nipple between his lips, teasing it with his tongue and thoroughly enjoying the way Shuichi writhed under him. Releasing Shuichi's hands, he trailed his fingers down Shuichi's arms, feeling the light marks that had almost completely healed. He gently scraped his nails down Shuichi's ribs, fingers settling at his hips, one hand reaching for Shuichi's belt, dipping down to brush teasingly at the trapped erection while he worked the belt loose and started on the button of Shuichi's loose jeans. Tohma's fingers lowered the zipper and he slowly pushed the jeans and boxers down Shuichi's almost too-thin hips and legs, finally letting Shuichi push them off the rest of the way with his feet as Tohma trailed his mouth and hands from Shuichi's chest in a meandering, wandering line downward.

Tohma felt hands in his hair and reached up with one hand to gently grasp Shuichi's wrists one at a time, guiding his hands up and away. He continued to kiss his way down Shuichi's body, pointedly ignoring the straining erection in front of him and Shuichi's moaning pleas. Settling on his knees between Shuichi's legs, he nudged them further apart, guiding his knees up and out, nearly moaning aloud himself at the sight of Shuichi spread open for him, erection bouncing lightly with his heartbeat, head thrown back as he thrust up with his hips, trying to encourage Tohma again to touch him. Tohma smiled, completely unaware of how evil the expression looked as he leaned forward, bringing his lips to Shuichi's knee and slowly following the line of his inner thigh, leaving a line of wetness from his tongue. Shuichi moaned his name and he swore if it weren't for the deep breath he took and held for a moment, he would have come right there.

Tohma took a deep breath and quickly leaned over to open the drawer in the nightstand, quickly taking out the small tube of clear gel he kept there, dropping it to the side on the bed before returning to Shuichi. One hand working the button and zip of his pants, he let the other trail down the inside of Shuichi's thigh while his mouth wandered down the other leg. He watched Shuichi buck his hips upward again, keeping his hands fisted in the sheets at his sides, pleading for Tohma to touch him, please. Working his pants and boxers down with one hand wasn't easy, but he managed it, getting them down just far enough to be out of the way before turning his head and taking Shuichi's cock in his mouth all at once, nearly gagging as Shuichi suddenly thrust up into his mouth, screaming.

He settled his hands on Shuichi's hips as he worked his mouth over Shuichi, wanting him close to the edge. Tohma could feel himself rock hard and thrusting mindlessly at the air, and he needed Shuichi to be just as close as he was, since he doubted he'd last long at all. He'd seen to his own needs, of course, but fucking his own hand and thrusting into a warm, willing body were two completely different things. Hearing a change in the pitch of Shuichi's moans, he pulled back, removing his mouth from Shuichi and quickly grabbing the tube of gel. He spread the gel on his own cock and positioned himself at Shuichi's entrance, taking a deep breath and holding it as he began to slowly press inside, praying for just enough control to hold off his release until he was fully sheathed.

Shuichi had been at the edge, ready to plunge off into orgasm when Tohma pulled back and he whimpered, struggling to open his eyes and raise his head, wanting to know why in creation Tohma had stopped. He gasped as he felt something large and hard pressing into him and closed his eyes tightly, throwing his head back. He wasn't used to this, Yuki had always used his fingers first, and the sensation of being filled this way was different. There was a bit of pain, but as Tohma paused, Shuichi found himself feeling frustrated. He could handle a little pain, since what was replacing it was so much better. He lifted his legs, twining them around Tohma's hips and shifting his own hips, pulling Tohma further inside him with a deep, low moan leaving his lips as Tohma slid in to the hilt.

Tohma buried his head for a moment in Shuichi's neck, breathing deep and trying to control the urge to thrust, fast and deep and send them both over the edge in just a few seconds. HE pressed a kiss to Shuichi's throat as he slowly pulled out, then thrust slowly back in, angling his hips to hit the spot that would make Shuichi scream for him. The sound that greeted his ears nearly broke his control and he lifted himself carefully on one arm, balance precarious as he reached between their bodies and began to pump Shuichi's cock with the rhythm of his thrusts. A few more seconds were all it took, and as Shuichi threw his head back and screamed, his cock spewing white streams across his stomach and his walls tightening, Tohma had all he could take and collapsed atop Shuichi, shouting his own release into the curve of Shuichi's neck beneath him.

After a few minutes, Tohma shifted, freeing his legs from his pants and boxers which hadn't made it past his knees before, then lying next to Shuichi and pulling him close, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to the top of Shuichi's head. Shuichi didn't speak, only snuggled closer and Tohma felt the goose pimples break out across Shuichi's back and pulled the edge of the bedspread over them both. He closed his eyes as he felt Shuichi's sigh soft on his skin and decided that later would be soon enough for apologies.