Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Blind Game Again ( Chapter 5 )

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Many thanks to Ember, for her very insightful and speedy beta efforts^^

NC-17 for Yaoi, adult themes and sexual situations.

Chapter Four: Blind Game Again

Tohma made his way through the crowded club. It had not been easy to find, and the part of town it was located in left a lot to be desired. He only hoped that coming all the way here had not been a big misjudgment on his part. Fighting his way to the bar he took a stool and looked around at the countless bodies moving to the rhythm of a very fast song.

All of this brought memories of those early days, when he had finally tasted freedom in the ultimate form… Nittle Grasper

A bartender approached him and set a glass down in front of him to order. "Midori Sour," Tohma said as loud as he could manage.

"Fancy drink, eh buddy?" the man said conversationally looking at Tohma suspiciously. "You got an ID?"

"Do you have the drink?" Tohma countered politely. The man nodded and Tohma pulled out his wallet showing the man an ID that read "Yuki Uesugi" obviously a fake. Tohma couldn't go around telling people his real identity, especially after all the trouble he had gone through to disguise himself. The man looked at the ID. He couldn't tell it was a fake, of course, because it was the best money could buy. The name was an inside joke as well, the pen name of his most important someone -Eiri- and the last name of both, him and his "first" woman - Mika.

The man smiled and poured the green sweet liquor into the glass he had previously set down. A band took the stage and began playing an old song from Grasper's first album. Tohma almost choked on his drink. The irony of it was almost too funny. He turned around to look at them, a pathetic bunch, teenagers that didn't even look old enough to be there. He paid close attention to the main keyboardist and almost laughed out loud at how bad he was - they all were.

The pathetic excuse for an imitation ended and Tohma couldn't be more thankful for it. A DJ made a short comment, asked everyone to applaud and support the `band' and again, regular music began blasting and the floor filled itself with dancing bodies once more.

"Another one?" The same tender asked.

"Do I have to?" The newly blonde music industry mogul asked.

"If you want to stay seated."

"In that case, if I buy the whole bottle, will that be enough to buy me the seat?"

"Hey if you can afford it… hell yeah!" Tohma smiled and put a few of the highest notes on the counter.

"After that performance I think I need the bottle." Tohma smiled and the man laughed out loud.

"Yeah, they were pretty bad, but don't worry, the next number is a real treat."

"Can I ask you a question?" Tohma asked politely.

"Sure for one of those bills you can ask me to dance naked if you want."

"Is there a Nakano Hiroshi playing here tonight?"

The bartender seemed to think it through, then hit his head on the side. "Nakano…ah Hiro! Yeah he's playing here tonight, they're next," Hiro… has a nice ring to it, thought Tohma, repeating it in his head. "You should have said you were Hiro's friend before, you don't need to buy no bottle of booze to sit here! Any friend of Bad Luck's is a special guest of ours," the man smiled. Tohma held up a couple of notes as tip and the man took them bowing respectfully.

"Is he that good?" Tohma continued amazed.

"They're awesome! I have no idea why they haven't been scouted yet."

Tohma just smiled."Who knows… let's just wait and see," he said more to himself than to the man.

"ALL RIGHT EVERYBODY!" suddenly a young, high-pitched voice yelled, and the music halted as everybody began to cheer. Tohma turned towards the stage again and felt something warm course through him as he laid eyes on the leather pants and purple open shirt-clad figure of Nakano - Hiro. He was smiling and giving the thumbs up to the crowd. He looked exactly like the rock stars in the American magazines, holding a Jackson "Old school" black guitar. "HOW ABOUT A NEW SONG TONIGHT?" The young boy with Hiro yelled, and once again the crowd went wild. Tohma looked on, the anticipation and exhilaration,felt very acute to him at that moment. He instinctively moved forward to hear them and see them all the better. He had not felt anything of the sort since he himself took the stage night after night with his own band.

"YEAH! SHUICHI GOT OFF HIS LAZY ASS AND WROTE A NEW ONE FOR Y'ALL!" Hiro yelled, giving Tohma a very sweet chill down the spine, which ended in his stomach. Whether it was the drink, the anticipation or the sound of Hiro's cool and crisp voice, Tohma couldn't tell.

"YEAH WHATEVER MAN! AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, WE"LL BRING YOU" The boy yelled and they both laughed as the crowd chanted "Bad Luck! Bad Luck!"

"RAGE BEAT!!!" Hiro joined to announce the song, and the music began.

Tohma was rendered speechless. The music flowed into every pore of his body. Hiro's intro gave him chills and the sweet adrenaline rush that he'd all but forgotten. He closed his eyes and let the melody carry him down memory lane:

Ryuichi Sakuma: Grew up in a happy family, with loving parents and a twin sister. They always supported them in everything they might want to do. Early on it was discovered that Ryuichi was very intelligent and had a very acute ear for music. He learned how to play guitar on his own and how to write music scores. His parents encouraged Ryuichi to develop his full potential, by taking him to concerts, ballets, plays and everywhere they could think of in order to help Ryu decide what he wanted to do with his innate talent.

Everywhere Ryuichi went he made fast friends and soon became the favorite to all. In school, at church -in which he singed in the chorus- and even thought it was a small audience, since Christians were not very well looked upon in Japan, he always gave it his all.

In High School the girls fought over him, and the guys idolized him. He was every teacher's pet and no one seemed to neither to care nor get jealous. All in all, Ryuichi Sakuma had a very fulfilling childhood.

By the time University entrance exams came along, he decided not to go to college at all and dedicate himself to music instead. His sister Aiko however, wanted to be a doctor but was very scared of going on her own, and since Ryuichi and herself had been virtually inseparable since birth, he agreed to take the test with her, to give her confidence.

His test result was among of the highest, scoring him admittance at the very prestigious "Tokyo U." He was not interested in academics, but to make his parents happy he attended along with his sister.

From day one, he became very popular and known throughout campus. Not long after starting school, he became good friends with a law student named Noriko and a classmate of his in arts named Yoh. They formed a band and played at every party and gathering in school and the surrounding areas. It didn't matter to Ryuichi whether he made it in the music business or not. All he wanted to do was live and breathe the music for his own enjoyment and the enjoyment of those he knew and loved. But to his band mates however, it wasn't as simple. They wanted fame, glory and everything that came with it.

By his last year in school it had become an obsession to them. And since Ryu wanted to make them happy, it became an obsession to him as well.

Ryuichi's sister Aiko was involved in her own thing, but they still told each other everything. Things like she was madly in love with a very rich classmate of hers, Seguchi Tohma, but that he hardly ever spoke to anyone. She had fallen for him earlier that year, when she attended a private party with her friend and classmate -Mika Uesugi- and he played the piano for the few guests. Ryuichi listened to her intently like always, taking this bit of info and locking away in his head. He also admired Tohma Seguchi- they all did- he was so cool and elegant, so fashionable and he always looked as though he were torn right from the pages of a fashion magazine. Of course Ryuichi never thought himself worthy to befriend such a person, but fate never spared anyone.

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"Seguchi- sempai!" Tokyo University's most popular kid was calling his name.

Yes?" Tohma answered shyly, he was very surprised that Sakuma Ryuichi even knew his name.

"I was told that you could play the synthesizer." Ryu-kun asked hopefully with big, brown puppy eyes.

"I play the piano," Tohma found himself responding, wondering how this bit of info made it to Mr. Popularity's ears.

"I need your help, Seguchi-sempai," Ryuichi confessed. "We're supposed to play at a club tonight, but our synth player got into an accident and can't make it.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Tohma concerned. "Is he alright?"

"Yeah, he'll be Ok, but we need a replacement for him tonight, there's gonna be a big time music producer at the club." Ryuichi sounded desperate; he had to be in order to be asking a total stranger for help.

"Well… I have never played a synthesizer, or in front of a crowd for that matter… and its been a long time since I last played."

"Please Seguchi-sempai. I'll do anything, I'll give you a score, and we'll go over it and rehearse before tonight's show, plus Noriko-chan can teach you the basics… please tell me you'll do it!" Tohma ordinarily would dismiss such a request, but there was something about Ryuichi Sakuma that prevented him from denying him.

"I can try…" Tohma found himself saying very much against his will, and Ryuichi threw himself at him and gave him the tightest of embraces before Tohma could even finish the sentence.

They played that night in front of hundreds- at least it seemed that way to Tohma. And for the first time in his life, he felt truly alive; he found out what freedom truly meant. It was like an electric current coursing through his body, reorganizing his subconscious so that he became part of the music itself. It was exhilarating, he felt as if he was high on the most powerful drug. On stage Tohma's natural shyness and nervousness went away and transformed him into someone totally different.

They got scouted on the spot that night… thus Nittle Grasper was born.

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The young boy playing the synth began his song, an up beat love lyric with nothing new to offer, but the intensity and the feeling he was pouring into the song, was enough to make it stand on its own. Hiro's guitar was superb; Tohma could tell they'd been at it for a while. His professional ear was never wrong. The bartender was right, it was short of a miracle that they had not been scouted yet. Tohma smiled happily, the possibilities were endless, not only was Hiro proving to be a very interesting man, but he was also going to be NG's next "big thing" along with his partner. And he, Tohma Seguchi, president and producer extraordinaire, intended to give them all the attention they deserved.

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"Wow man, did you see that crowd? It went wild!" Shuichi slapped Hiro on the back as they walked off the stage, Hiro's previous mood all but forgotten. They were laughing and pushing each other like little kids high on sugar, as it happened every time they got on stage.

"Man, that song is way cool, are you sure you wrote it Shuichi-kun?" Hiro asked pinching the shorter band member's face. Shu pushed him and gave Hiro a couple of Bruce Lee style kicks. Hiro evaded them and pretended to be Ken Masters - from his favorite video game, and they both began playing arcade style. Neither of them noticed the figure who came back stage and stood by the doorway staring at them for a few minutes, feeling a bit jealous of the close interaction.

"Hiro-kun," Tohma said after he had enough of it, and both friends turned sharply as one.

"Oh my God," Shuichi whispered in awe, too shocked to say anything else. Hiro just stood there staring disbelievingly at the young blonde man, wearing a Metallica shirt, ripped jeans and a backwards cap, he lowered his gaze as a little blush graced his face.

"I thought you would call me for these," Tohma said holding a pair of "Neo" shades -the upgraded version of the ones Hiro had.

"Seguchi-sama," Hiro said, bowing lower.

"Please, Hiro-kun, may I call you that?" Hiro nodded still slightly bowing and blushing. "Don't do that, it makes me feel old!" smiled the industry's most powerful man.

"I… it was my fault, you didn't have to go through any trouble on my behalf." Hiro responded fidgeting.

"It was not trouble at all. I am actually glad I came, you had me in for a real treat." Tohma smiled again.

"Did you see us play?" Shuichi asked, coming out of his shock

"Shuichi!" Hiro reprimanded, elbowing his imprudent friend on the side.

"Yes I did," Tohma replied. " I think you two have a lot of potential." He got a card out of his jean pocket and walked over to Shuichi, passing Hiro in the process. "I'll have you give me a call this time, I am afraid I will never hear from you guys if I give this to someone else I know," and he winked at Hiro making him blush deeper. Shuichi took the card almost aggressively and stared at it as if it was gold. Hiro couldn't be more embarrassed, this was exactly what he had wanted to prevent to begin with. "Well I think I have done enough damage around here," Tohma continued after he gave Shuichi enough time and space to drool.

He then turned, meeting Hiro's eyes and staring right into them for what seemed an interminable length of time. Hiro cursed himself inwardly for blushing like a schoolgirl, but tried to meet the intense gaze with one of his own "I hope to hear from you very soon." The music mogul said more to Hiro than anyone else; of course Shuichi was oblivious to any of this and just nodded like an idiot. Tohma smiled at Hiro one last time and walk away, losing himself in the crowd.

Shuichi stared after him in awe, and Hiro looked to the side pensively. "It was preordained," Shu whispered sarcastically after a while.

"Shut up!" Hiro smacked him, a bad feeling creeping into him.

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Tohma was too high on adrenaline to go home just yet, he had driven one of his cars so no one knew where he was. He took a turn into a familiar street and parked in front of a building he hadn't been to in a long time. He knew he would be there, most likely working. He took the short elevator ride to the second floor, thinking, picturing the whole event over in his mind. The way Hiro moved, danced to the music, bobbed his head this way and that, to the rhythm of his own guitar, how the sweat dripped down his face. Tohma smiled humming the contagious, melody that stuck in his brain like a bad habit. The elevator door opened and he walked the short distance to the only door on that floor.

Tohma opened the door and he was standing in front of it, holding a beer, already waiting for whoever had triggered the motion sensor downstairs.

"Tohma…" The deep voice began with a grouch; and Tohma threw himself at him and kissed him long and hard, the way he had not kissed anyone in years. The other man responded in full not questioning the sudden intrusion. Tohma's hands began to work on the partially opened white shirt, pulling it off at the shoulders. The willing participant broke the kiss, staring intently, and then laughing out sarcastically.

"What the hell are you doing here, and why are you dressed like that?"

"Just shut up and fuck me," Tohma said falling to his knees, deciding to leave the shirt alone and concentrate on better things

"Oi, what are you doing? Sex is the farthest thing from my mind right now," replied the tall blonde man, but he was already taking hold of Tohma's head and removing the cap, to run his fingers though the silky and wavy hair. "What did you do to your hair?" he whispered, as a mouth took in the already hard member. Yuki Eiri threw his head back and let the sensation take over his mind. They hadn't done this in…years.

"If you insist," Yuki whispered, grabbing Tohma's head with both hands and moving it up and down fast. He fell to his knees as well and kissed the swollen lips of his once mentor- then lover and now best friend and most important someone- tasting himself in them. Yuki got to his feet and carried the older man to the sofa, throwing him carelessly on it. He locked lips with Tohma once more and ripped his

T-shirt while bruising his lips all the more. Yuki was not the one to look at the gift on the horse's mouth, and it had been so long since he and Tohma had joined each other in their loneliness and desires.

He kissed his way down Tohma's neck, collarbone and down to his chest, taking one of the taunt nipples in his mouth and teasing the other with his fingers. Tohma let out a moan as he grabbed Eiri's head and played with his hair. The ripped jeans came off next, revealing the all to ready sex for the world to see.

"Eh… bigger that I remember," Yuki teased coming back to Tohma's lips and whispering seductively as his hand grazed the hard and hot shaft.

"Don't tease," Tohma managed to let out, "just do it." He implored it with an urgency Yuki had only seen on their first time.

"And where is my fun in that arrangement, Mr. President?" Eiri licked the side of Tohma's face, tasting the bit of sweat that had gathered there. He got to his knees and teased the member with his tongue and fingernails next, eliciting more seductive moans from Tohma. Eiri was not a sexual creature by nature, but once aroused, he could not stop until he was completely satisfied. And he found that the only one who could accomplish that was Tohma. Women held no interest to him - never had. The times he had sex with Mikka, were few and far apart, more of an obligation than anything else. He loved her, in his own way, he knew, but the love he felt for her was more like a brother to a sister

-funny that he had two sisters named Mika- Yuki thought absently, still caressing the smooth skin below him.

He took the whole of Tohma's length into his mouth and by the loud gasp, and tightening of the hands on his head, Yuki could tell he'd hit a spot. He sucked hard and fast, then maddeningly slowly. The hand on his head opened and closed desperately, he could hear shallow breaths that were causing their effect in him as well. He let go of Tohma's length and was awarded with a disappointed whimper; the musician sat up and took a hold of Eiri's shirt again.

"Little boys lay back and let the experts do their thing," Yuki whispered cruelly, pushing Tohma back down and licking two of his own fingers, inserting them deep within Tohma. He arched his back letting out a loud gasp

"Deeper!" he whispered next, almost choking. "Deeper!"

Eiri smirked, all too happy to comply.

In the beginning, when they started this relationship of sorts, it was more of a business arrangement. Yuki had wanted his work to be published, and Tohma was the only one who could help. Eiri hadn't cared that Tohma was going out with his sister when he offered himself as collateral. It had been surprisingly very pleasurable that first time, so they had continued doing it often there after. Eiri got to explore as much as his young curiosity allowed him and fulfill many fantasies thanks to Tohma, who would literally do whatever the young Uesugi Eiri asked. The sexual desire for each other weaned down over the years, but the indestructible bond and love was still there, and would probably never die.

After torturing his victim enough, Yuki got on the couch to position his own neglected sex and end it before the over stimulated man passed out on him. He played a little, pulling his fingers in and out of his best friend, while with his other hand he stroked his engorged length, making Tohma emit wild growls and shake his head from side to side. "Oh God… Hiro," Tohma whispered, and Yuki raised a brow and smirked evilly plunging himself hard into the tight opening. Tohma's mouth opened agape in a silent plea. A few thrusts was all it took and it was over. Eiri reached out over him to the coffee table and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, he draped his arm over Tohma and rolled over making both of them land on the carpet bellow. He took a few puffs and when he felt Tohma's breathing steady a bit smirked again.

"Don't get too comfortable… It's not over yet."

"Thank god for youthful energy," whispered Tohma happily. Taking the cigarette from Eiri's hand and taking a long puff from it. Yuki leaned on one elbow and looked down at the serene and satisfied expression.

"Who's Hiro?" he asked, kissing the smooth forehead below.

"I thought you were going to Kyoto," Tohma whispered, ignoring the question.

"Good thing I didn't… who's Hiro?" Yuki asked again as he kissed the bridge of Tohma's nose this time.

"Hmmm, wouldn't you like to know," Tohma whispered with his eyes still closed.

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A/N: OMG Tohma and Yuki!!! What the hell is going on, I thought this was Yuki/Shuichi fic… Not to worry my dears, It will happen… sooner or later^^

Next Stop: Welcome to my Romance. This chapter will star the second part of this fic "Yuki" Yes you guessed it, Yuki will be the main character- finally- don't miss it^^