Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ In the Moonlight ( Chapter 11 )

The Day of reckoning is finally here… your patience will finally pay off And as a reward for waiting this long and putting up with my rambling… SUPER SIZE TRIPLE CHAPTER YAY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any anime/manga mentioned within this story.

NC-17 for cursing and adult situations and YAOI SEX!!

Chapter 10: In the Moonlight

Hiro stood outside Seguchi Tohma’s door. He didn’t know what he would say or do, or even if he had any right to be there. But somehow, he felt that all these sudden changes that were affecting Bad Luck’s future were his fault. Hiro took a deep breath and knocked, the door was opened a second later by the moguls’ secretary Usagi-san.

“Nakano-san, may I help you?” She asked somewhat surprised.

“I… is Seguchi-sama available?” Hiro asked shyly.

“Well, he is, but…”

“Usagi-chan, who is that?” Seguchi’s cool voice came from inside the office, giving Hiro a little shudder.

“Nakano Hiroshi, Seguchi-san,” she turned and replied.

“What are you waiting for? Let him in,” Came the immediate response. Usagi stepped aside, allowing Hiro to come in. He walked into the spacious office hesitantly- he’d never been there on his own before, and it made him nervous. He tried not to look into those agreeable eyes, that as of late had been plaguing his very existence twenty-four-seven. Also the fact that he hadn’t mentioned “that” incident at the recording studio made matters worse.

“Hiro-kun, have a seat.” The man who had virtually taken his ability to sleep said casually, “What can I do for you?” Hiro looked around uncertainly, he didn’t even know himself, “Usagi, bring some tea for Hiro-kun,” The secretary bowed and left to do the chore, leaving him painfully alone with the person, who for some reason he now feared the most.

“I’ am sorry to bother you like this,” Hiro began shyly.

“It’s no bother at all. In fact I’ am very happy you came to see me, I feared I went too far the last time we were alone with each other.” The erotic manner in which the words were spoken made Hiro gulp aloud. He didn’t know what to make of it, “ Suguru tells me you asked about me, I would have answered any question you might have had… still can.” Hiro snapped his eyes to the man, all the shyness and hesitancy was replaced by anger.

“Is that why you made Suguru part of the band… so he cam spy on us?” Hiro spat.

“No, not ‘us’… you, I did ask him to keep an eye on you.” Tohma replied in his usual cool tone, with no intention to hide the fact.

“Why?” Demanded the infuriated guitar player.

“Because I care. You already tried to leave me once, I want to have a fair warning if there were to be a second time.”

“I won’t leave!” Hiro shouted going forward in his seat.

“I don’t know that.” Tohma replied calmly

“Is that why you’re doing all this?”

“All of what?” NG’s president and owner asked arching a brow.

“Suguru, Nittle Grasper’s sudden reunion, Mikka Costa’s CD, what you said about working us to the bone… out of spite… to get me?”

“Now why would I do that?” Tohma gave a short amused laugh that made Hiro want to punch him in the gut very badly, “You don’t seem to understand… Hiro, I’ve spent a great deal of money and effort to promote Bad Luck, it is in my best interest that you do well. By you leaving before your first album is even released would somehow make that a little hard… don’t you think?” Hiro’s eyes deepened, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw set tight making his teeth grind.

“So what if we don’t do well? He asked tightly.

“You will, I know this business better than I know myself… trust me.”

“Somehow I find that very hard to believe at the moment.”

“You say such hurtful things, Hiro-kun.”

“What if we don’t do well,” Hiro asked again ignoring the previous comment.

“We’ll cross that bridge when and if we get there.” Tohma responded after a long silence, in which his eyes never left the longhaired man’s. After that, they stared at one other for a full minute before Hiro rose to go. It had been futile to come, “I didn’t trust you before… but now I can honestly tell you why.” He turned to leave.

“That’s a cruel thing to say Hiro.” Tohma replied barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know what games you’re playing, but I refuse to fall victim to them again. Do as you like, add more members to the band, make us play classical music, set bugs in our apartment, I don’t care. Now that I know the real you, I’m ready for anything, I won’t give you the satisfaction to see me beg.” Hiro walked to the door.

“Hiro!” Tohma called, for the first time sounding like a real human being rather than the programmed doll he pretended to be. Hiro stopped at the door not turning to look at him. He couldn’t, he wasn’t sure why, but he could not let the man see his face. He felt two arms wrap around his waist and a forehead lean on the back of his neck… Hiro froze.

“Why do you hate me so much?” before the man could say anything else in that imploring voice, Hiro ran out of there for dear life.

XXX

From the day Tohma Seguchi announced the reunion of his old band, it had been nothing but hard work for the members of Bad Luck. Getting up at five in the morning to do interviews, photo shoots and such, then getting home past midnight, only to get up at five again; was a regular occurrence as of late. Tohma Seguchi had not been kidding when he said that hard work was only beginning

Their van pulled in at Virgin Records Tokyo on that particular morning- the largest in the World, even bigger than the famous New York City branch. There were countless of fans waiting, cameras in hand for the arrival of the guests of honor.

“Look at all these people!” Both Shuichi and Suguru marveled as one, Hiro and Sakano remained calmed and collected even thought the noise outside threatened to make them deaf. “I can’t believe they’re all here to see us.” Shu waved at the crowd even though they could not see him through the dark tinted glass. They rounded a corner that had been blocked off to traffic, and came to a secure entrance reserved for celebrities.

“The rumor NG put out about Grasper’s reunion is spreading like a virus, I’m surprised there are so many people here.” Hiro commented.

“Why would that be? We’re making headlines even though our album isn’t due to release for two more weeks.” Shu countered earning nods from Suguru and Sakano.

“That is only because Grasper’s Greatest Hits have not been announced.”

“Mikka Costa’s single was.” Suguru stated the fact.

“She doesn’t even matter, we have different music styles. Don’t forget that some people seem to think we are Grasper wanna be’s. Imagine whose album they’re going to buy when all is said and done.” Hiro added matter-of-factly.

“Why do you have to be such a party pooper Hiro?” Shu pouted.

“Because someone has to be, and neither of you seem to realize how our boss’ head works.”

“Oh and you do?”

“I think that I can have an educated guess.”

“Regardless of that, today is our chance to give your fans the best impression that you can. Make them fall in love with you, make them want to buy your record.” Sakano interjected as he hardly ever did. The van stopped and two huge security guards came along with some five bulky guys wearing black suits.

“Look Suguru, they look like the American secret service,” joked Shu as they got off the car.

“Welcome, welcome!” An American man with very long blond hair tied up in a ponytail, and a very visible holster carrying two big magnums came rushing from within the store, “I’m K-san, but you can call me K-san. Seguchi put me in charge of your security, these here,” he smirked mischiviously, signaling at the burly secret service men, “These man are your bodyguards.”

“Wow we get to have bodyguards?” Suguru exclaimed.

“Not just any bodyguards, the best in the field, I hand picked them myself for you. I am also the one who provides security to all events from the label and I personally bodyguard Sakuma Ryuichi.” K-san replied emphatically.

“You are Ryu-kun’s body guard?” Shuichi asked looking at the man and then at the other five with him, noticing that even though the American was tall, he was half the size of the others.

“Of course, and I am also his manager.”

“MANAGER?” All three members of Bad Luck exclaimed shocked.

“Yes, but come let’s go inside, everyone is waiting.” K-san led them to the back.

“SHU-KUN!” A very familiar voice yelled and two arms came from behind to wrap around the singer’s neck, Shuichi turned to face his idol with a big smile. Saku… I mean Ryu-kun, you’re here too?” Shuichi smiled back hugging the man as well, they almost looked like twins.

“K-kun told me you were coming, so I’m here to get your autograph too,”

“You can get my autograph any time Ryu-kun,”

“I know, but this is cool… here say hello to Komougoro,” A pink bunny was put in front of Shu’s face, which he took and hugged close as well—they had no idea how childish they looked.

“Ok we’re letting people in, you’ve got five minutes.” Someone yelled and a few make up people showed up with their pallets and brushes.

“I’ll see you out there Shu,” Ryuichi waved and went outside with K-san.

“Wait you’ll get mobbed!” Shu yelled back as a woman powdered his face.

“Don’t worry I got K-kun and a guise.” He gave him the thumbs up, and the two were gone.

“Wow, he’s so cool!” Suguru marveled after the older singer.

“He’s a little… weird, but hey, I guess he’s past all judgment.” Hiro mumbled from somewhere in the background.

“Ok ready, let’s go.” Sakano came in and announced as someone introduced them to the crowd and screams and cries could be heard. The three went out and greeted their adoring fans.

Everything went smoothly except for the little scene K-san caused with one of his guns. Ryuichi did the line three times to get their signatures, each time wearing a different cap and shirt. Out of all of their previous sessions this one had been the best. There were tons more people and it was very organized. Shuichi felt such contentment and sense of worth; finally their day in the sun arrived, hard work didn’t scare him. In fact, he was enjoying every minute of it, and the roller coaster ride was just beginning. The only thing left now was to meet “him” When, and how? He didn’t know, but it must happen, there were no if or buts about it. Whether he was a sell out and a poser, he didn’t care, as long as he met Yuki Eiri and somehow make his feelings known to him was all it mattered.

X

“Sugoi Shu! You’re so cool” Ryu came running and gave him a big hug after the session ended and all the people had been cleared out of the store. All were used to the obnoxious, over friendly man with a bunch of earrings and a pink bunny.

“I can’t believe you weren’t found out!” Shu hugged back and they stood in the middle of the store holding each other like long lost brothers, no one even paid attention to them anymore. However, to the tall man, wearing dark glasses and a hat, leaning on a wall at the furthest end of the store, who glared at the bunny holding man with hate so great that it could pierce, didn’t seem harmless at all. He glared at the two smiling and laughing men and wanted nothing more than to run over and punch the ridiculous man to the ground.

“Nice to see you here” A familiar voice pulled the man out of his dark and bloody thoughts.

“Do you follow all your bands around?”

“Only the ones with gorgeous long haired guitar players.” Tohma smiled watching Ryuichi and Shuichi act like children as well. “What do you see in him? I would have never thought him to be your type.”

“No… what’s my type?” Yuki asked peeling his eyes off the two singers and lowering his glasses to look into Tohma’s eyes.

“I don’t know… me?”

“But you’re already taken Seguchi-sama,” Yuki smirked and continued to watch over his obsession.

“Why are you stalking him? Go talk to him, I’ll introduce you if you like.” Tohma put a hand on the mangaka’s shoulder.

“What would I say? Besides you know me, I like to complicate things.” Yuki winced as Ryuichi took Shuichi by the waist and lifted him up in the air; the beautiful boy threw his head back laughing like a child, hair shaking deliciously, and the one named Hiro trying to get them to shut up.

“I’m working on something that might interest you.” Tohma added.

“What is it?” Yuki asked a little more interested than he’d like to be.

“I’ll tell you when I know for sure, in the meantime would you like me to get you an autographed naked picture of our dear Shu-kun?”

“Fuck you,” Yuki muttered, walking away.

XXX

“Oh man, oh man I’m so fucking late… Hiro is so going to kill me!” Shuichi ran as fast as his feet could carry him looking at his watch every ten seconds, as if that would change the fact that he was over three hours late. After partying with K-san and Ryu-kun half the night and thinking about Yuki Eiri the other half, he’d finally managed to fall asleep an hour before his alarm was supposed to go off. Of course he slept right through it and fucking Hiro didn’t even have the decency to wake him up… but oh, he’s been quick to leave nasty messages in his voice mail every two minutes. The last one sounded menacing even, so he knew he was in deep shit. He ran faster, not even looking at where he was going, his only objective right now was to reach studio thirty-six… Bad Luck’s headquarters.

As he ran, he saw out of the corner of his eye someone rounding out the corner heading in his direction, and before the longish haired singer could even attempt to stop, he collided into the poor passer by, hurling him about three feet away.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry!” Shuichi stood faster than fast from the spot he’d fallen and came to help the man up – thanks god it wasn’t a woman.

“Ouch, that’s Ok… man you must have been running a hundred miles an hour!” The fallen man joked as he looked down and rubbed his head as if he had hit it. Shuichi just wanted to make sure he was fine and be on his way already… Hiro could be quite vicious when he was pissed.

“Hey listen, are you alright?” Shu asked more anxious than concerned.

“Yeah I’m alright, the man who sounded very young replied still looking down.

“Listen, I gotta go, but here,” Shu took a business card out of his pocket—first time he’d get to use one—and handed it to the guy, he looked up and Shuichi’s eyes went wide with shock. The man he just bumped into was the spiting image of Yuki Eiri, only he had black hair and eyes, but everything else, the face, height, set of the eyes, even the hairstyle was the same.

“Hey, you’re Shindou Shuichi from Bad Luck!” exclaimed the boy who looked just like his god. A little smirk graced the boy’s lips, a smirk just like “his” from all those years before.

“Yes…” was all Shuichi could manage to let out.

“Oh my God, this is awesome! What are the odds that I would bump… literally bump into you?” The replica of god himself mused happily. “Hey, are you alright, do I have something on my face, did you make me bleed?” The boy who was still sitting on the floor said inspecting his face with a mirror he pulled from his jean pocket to make sure everything was in order.

“Ah no it's not that . I’m sorry, you just look like someone I know.” Shu responded immediately with a little more confidence in his voice.

“Oh man, I’m a big fan of your band… can I have your autograph?” Asked the boy politely.

“Sure,” Shu held out a hand to help him up.

“Here sign here,” He accepted the hand and pulled out an autograph book from his pocket. Shu looked at it feeling a little jealous, the book was almost full. The only signature he had ever managed to get was Yuki Eiri’s. He was curious to know whose signatures the guy had. As if reading his thoughts he began:

“I got Mikka Costa’s, Hyde, Gackt, Tohma, Noriko and a whole lot more, the only one I don’t have is the one I want the most.”

“Who is that? Shuichi asked marveling at the impressive list he was just given.

“Sakuma Ryuichi of course. I came to see if he was here today, but I’m out of luck, I’m so glad I bumped into you though.” The boy talked excitedly, and Shuichi found himself wondering how he managed to get them all, and how he managed to get into the highly secure NG building.

“Can I get Hiroshi-san and Suguru-kun’s sig as well?”

“I don’t see why not.” Shu smiled not able to get over the uncanny resemblance to the man of his dreams, “Do you only have musician’s autographs?

“Mostly, but I have a few movie stars too, but if I could trade them all for a Ryuichi’s signature I would in a second!”

“Wow, that’s some devotion.” Shu laughed reverently, understanding the boy’s feelings completely. He himself would give an arm to see Yuki again.

“There must be someone you want to meet right?” Yuki’s double asked curiously it seemed.

“Yeah, I’ve seen him once, but I really want to see him again and get him to sign all my books.” Why was he confiding this sacred secret to this boy? Shuichi didn’t know, but for some reason it felt so easy to talk to this kid whose name he didn’t even know.

“Ah you must mean Yuki Eiri; it always gets me how people can be so much into him when he’s a total ass.” The guy smirked and Shuichi almost punched him.

“Don’t you dare say those things about him!” Shuichi yelled, turning red with rage.

“Alright, don’t get so exited, but trust me I know what I’m talking about.”

“ I saw him once, when he signed my NeoGenesis number one issue, he wasn’t an ass!” Shu continued to yell at the ignorant boy.

“Yeah, then how come he wouldn’t even give his own brother a lousy autograph huh?” The boy began to yell as well. Shuichi’s heart almost stopped, his world began to turn round and round… did he hear right, did he say brother? The boy, who was not a boy, but the flesh and blood relative of the one who has ruled his existence since he was twelve years old, had to hold him up to keep him from falling.

“Hey are you alright Shindou-san?” He asked concerned, and Shu nodded weakly unable to form words. “Don’t pass out on me alright?”

“Sorry, I just, I haven’t eaten anything since who knows how long, they’re working us like dogs here,” Shuichi managed to excuse his bizarre reaction. “But more importantly, Yuki Eiri-sama is your brother?”

“Yeah, and there’s nothing so regal and mighty about him let me tell you… Man, you should really take care of yourself; I wouldn’t want you to drop dead before your can go on tour” Shuichi smiled weakly, again, marveling at the similarities… it made so much sense now, there was no way two beautiful beings such as them could exist and not be related.

“Who should I make this out to?” Shu asked opening the autograph book and wanting to know his name very badly.

“Uesugi Tatsuha, no wait, make it out to Tatsuha, no, better make that Tatsu-kun.” Tatsuha said handing Shu a pen. The singer began scribbling; the only thing in his mind right then was to take Tatsuha somewhere private so that he could ask him all sorts of questions about Yuki Eiri.

“Your last name isn’t Yuki?” He asked the first obvious one.

“No… Yuki is Eiri’s penname; our parents would have disowned him had he desecrated the “prestigious” Uesugi name. Not that Eiri cares one way or the other, but he doesn’t want anything to do with out us either.” Tatsuha stated.

“Why?” Shuichi had butterflies in his stomach and his head was still spinning from the emotion he felt.

“Long Story… thank you.” Tatsuha replied taking his book and bowing, “I thought you had to go?” the teen added concerned.

“Yes, I did, didn’t I?” With a hand behind the back of his head Shu smiled trying to think of an excuse to see him again.

“Listen if I see Ryu-kun I’ll ask him for a sig for you.”

“Really?” Tatsuha’s eyes gleamed, “Do you know him?”

“Yeah, in fact we’re doing a colab for their upcoming Greatest Hits album.” Shuichi lied.

“No way! Oh my God…” It was Shuichi’s turn to hold the teen to prevent him from falling. “So it is true! And Tohma-onisan didn’t tell me anything… the bastard!”

“Tohma- onisan?” Shu repeated slowly.

“Yeah, he’s married to my sister… how do you think I get an all access pass to this building? He might be a cheap Ryuichi and Eiri hogging prick, but at least I get that much out of him… oh he’s gonna hear me!” Tatsuha roared.

“No! Don’t tell him anything; no one is supposed to know. I’ll call you when I see Ryu-kun, and then you can help me get your brother to sign my stuff.” Shu whispered tightly covering Tatsuha’s mouth… is this how it would feel to touch “him”?

“You would do that?” the young monk clasped his hands together and asked teary eyed,“ I can’t get you my brother’s signature though, he hates me… but I can tell you where you can find him.” Shuichi thought he died and went to heaven. This day was proving to be the luckiest of his entire life; not even the day they got a break from Seguchi-san seemed so great… although if it wasn’t for that, he would have never met Tatsuha… who cared! He was going to meet Yuki Eiri.

XXX

“Where the hell have you been?” Hiro yelled as soon as he stepped foot in the studio. After he and Tatsuha Uesugi exchanged phone numbers, email addresses… blood. Shuichi had not come directly to the studio; there had been something he needed to do before that.

“Where is Seguchi-san?” Shuichi asked ignoring his irritated friend’s questioning.

“I kept calling you man! I was getting ready to go get you… we need to talk.”

“Yes, talk, that’s exactly what we need to do, but first where is Seguchi-san?” Shu asked again.

“Why would I know… what for?” Hiro asked suspicious.

“I have an idea he might like.”

“Idea? Listen to me, you are four hours late and you know damn well we’re under Seguchi-san’s microscope, he is watching our every move. On top of that we have a squeak among us who runs and tells him everything we do, don’t you see? He’s trying to sabotage our career before it begins! And you come in here asking where he’s at because you have an “idea” he might like? You amaze me, dude.” Hiro threw his hands in the air.

“I really need to talk to him, Hiro.” Shu replied stubbornly, “Wait, how do you know, he’s trying to sabotage us… did he tell you?”

“Not in those words, but he implied as much… Shuichi, he got Suguru in the band to spy on me!”

“That’s right. You said he likes you right?” Shu clasped both his hands, his mind already formulating a plan.

“Shuichi! Are you listening to me?” Hiro tried to reason with his ignoring friend.

“If he likes you so much then he’ll listen to you, ne?”

“I didn’t say that… wait a fucking minute, don’t change the subject! This is serious.” Hiro’s already short patience was reaching its limit.

“Yes Hiro, this is very serious, you have to ask Seguchi-san to let us do a colab with Grasper.” Shuichi stated seriously.

“What?” If looks could kill, Shuichi would be six feet under by the way Hiro glared, “Are you out of your mind! There is no way I’m asking that man for anything!” Hiro snapped firmly. Shuichi came closer to him and put his hands on his best friends shoulders – to anyone coming from the outside, it would seem as if they were kissing—“C’mon man, this is important to me, if you do this, I will never ask you for anything ever again.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe, besides I won’t ask him for anything.”

“Why?” Shuichi begged.

“Because…”

“Excuse me… am I interrupting something?” Tohma Seguchi’s voice reached Shuichi’s ears, and he let go of Hiro as if he were a livewire—afraid of the man’s reaction for some reason- he went to the other side of the room to tinker with his keyboard, afraid to look at the man. Hiro stood glaring at their producer, and the man himself looked ready to kill.

“Of course not…” Shuichi managed to stutter realizing something needed to be said, and wondering exactly what the man thought had been going on.

“Anyway. I just arranged a singing spot on tonight’s "First Stage", so I would begin rehearsing if I were you,” Tohma Seguchi announced coldly, and then looking around asked, “Where is Suguru?”

“I sent him home, I didn’t know whether Shuichi would make it in and he had homework to do.” Shu shot a glare at his snitching friend.

“Call him, rehearse whatever song you think would be easier for him to learn, make sure he plays it perfectly by tonight. The show is live, so there will be no room for mistakes.” Tohma spoke sternly and left without waiting for a reply.

“I thought you had to talk to him?” Hiro teased.

“Shut up!” Shuichi began playing a few random noted on his synth, “Why is he so mad anyways? I’ts like he’s really got something against us,” He added, paying close attention to his friend’s reaction. It felt to Shuichi as if he was missing some important piece to a puzzle where those two were concerned. But regardless of that, he’d be damned if he’d let his plans of meeting Yuki get ruined, because Hiro made the boss mad… or jealous, or whatever the reason may be.

“Because he’s a brat like you; he’s not getting his way, so he takes it out on us.” Hiro took out his cell and paged through his directory, finding Suguru’s number and dialing it. He hadn’t said anything to the boy about Tohma’s admission of him being a spy… What would be the point of that? Instead he had decided to give the newest member of the band nothing to snitch about. After seconds, Suguru’s voice came on.

“What do you mean?” Shuichi yelled.

“Hey Suguru, get over here pronto, we have a live gig tonight and we have to rehearse.” Hiro spoke into the phone ignoring Shu. “I don’t know, I forgot already, something about ‘stage’ anyways hurry up, we need to get tuned.” Hiro continued, “I guess so, just get here fast!” and then hang up.

“Hiro…” Shu whispered.

“What?”

“What happened between you and Seguchi-san at the studio that day?” Hiro snapped his eyes to Shuichi’s accusing glare.

“Nothing man, I know what’s going through your mind, and it’s not it… I told you I’m not gay!”

“Then why does Seguchi-san acts all weird around you, and why does he always looks at you as if he wants to eat you, or burn you alive? And why do you get all embarrassed when he’s around?”

That’s not true!” Hiro countered the harsh tone with one of his own, wondering just how much of his feelings was he letting out, and who else had noticed.

“Spare me Hiro, I’m not an idiot. I didn’t say anything before because it’s none of my business, but when it affects the band, it’s a different matter.”

“Whatever Shuichi, think whatever you like, I have nothing to explain to you, but let me say this… I have no feelings towards that man.” The words were said more for Hiro’s own sake, than to convince Shuichi.

“Maybe you do have feelings for him, you just don’t know it.” Their eyes met and Hiro had to look away, unable to meet Shuichi’s gaze, “If I ask him to do the colab… would you do it?” Shuichi continued lowly.

“Whatever,” Hiro let out lowly as well, turning to his guitar.

“No, not whatever, yes or no?”

“Yes…”

“Thank you.” Shu smiled feeling more relieved than he should have, considering his friend’s feelings.

“Don’t need to, for once I agree with you, a colab with Grasper would benefit the band… would Seguchi do it? That’s the real question.”

“I’ll ask him tomorrow, or even tonight, he might be at the show,” Shu continued casually, at that moment Suguru came in running.

“Is it true Shu-kun… are we playing at First Stage?” the teen rushed excitedly.

“Yeah” Shu smiled in spite of himself and Hiro ignored them both and went to assume his position at their rehearsing stage. Suguru and Shuichi did the same.

“Alright Glaring Dream, from the top!” Shu yelled and began playing the tune. Both Hiro and Suguru looked at each other confused. “What’s the mater, did you forget the song?” the lead singer asked sarcastically.

“Why Glaring Dream? That’s an old hit, how about Super Drive… or our next single… Spicy Marmalade?” Hiro asked puzzled.

“Because I wrote Glaring Dream and that’s the only original song from our old clubbin’ days… ahhh… who cares, just do it!” Shu yelled

Whatever man… if Seguchi-san yells at you tomorrow, don’t come crying to me.” Hiro shrugged.

“He’s right Shu-kun, I don’t think Tohma-kun will…”

“Little boys listen to their grown ups, shut up and begin already.” Shu interrupted Suguru.

“Then I guess he won’t be allowing… you know what?” Hiro smirked.

“Then I guess we wait for him to cool off, then you ask him?” Shu smirked back.

“Me? Hell no, it’s all on you dude” Suguru watched from one to the other, missing some big point to this whole argument.

“Oh, but I think he’ll listen to you in a heartbeat”

“Give it a rest about that!” Hiro snapped annoyed. “Forget I said anything to you about that!”

“Oh but you did and I will never give it rest.” Shu smirked wider and Suguru scratched his head... suddenly realizing what they were going about.

“Idiot!” Hiro snapped.

“Arrogant ass!” Shuichi snapped back.

“At least I have something to be arrogant about!” Hiro shouted louder.

“Shut up! How old are you?” Shu elevated his tone as well.

“Older than you!”

“Both of you SHUT UP!” Suguru finally had enough of the bickering, and yelled at the top of his lungs. “Glaring Dream… from the top!”

XXX

A phone rang and even though he was in the middle of an important re-structuring of the company conference, he answered at the first ring

“Eiri here,” he let out in a hushed voice as he mildly paid attention to the slide presentation a printing company was offering.

“Did I interrupt something?” Tohma asked noticing the peculiar tone.

“Not really, got anything for me?”

“Yes, tonight, First Stage. Mikka will be there too,”

“Was that necessary?” Yuki asked nonchalantly, not to alert his staff at how annoyed this little piece of info had really made him.

“Sorry Eiri, have to promote her coming single, there will be other opportunities for you to see your boy. Their album is scheduled to come out in two weeks, and after that, they’ll be very much in demand… are you coming? Tohma asked after a second.

“Thank you.” Yuki whispered not replying the question and hanged up the phone, turning with a happy smirk to his staff-- lucky bastards had no idea how this sudden news had just made their workday so much better.

XXX

The moment of truth finally arrived. Their first appearance on live TV, Shuichi, Hiro and Suguru stood watching stupefied at the buzz and goings on behind the scenes at one of Japan’s most tuned in television programs. A show where Nittle Grasper had been a regular guest in their glory days.

“This way to the dressing rooms,” A man wearing a head set snapped at them and walked away expecting them to follow.

“Man, talk about rude!” Suguru begrudged.

“I’m sure he sees celebrities all the time… I bet he’s seen Yuki Eiri too.” Shu whispered feeling a little jealous of the man.

“What’s your obsession with that guy? You mention him at least once daily,” Suguru noted, knitting his brow.

“Glad you noticed; because he’s a genius.” Shu winked his eye.

“I don’t know, I have never been able to get into his stuff, it’s so… tragic”

“Shut up before I pound you here and now” Shu snapped harshly, “I bet you freaking read ‘Fruits Basket’ or some cutesy shit like that!” Hiro looked at the both rolling his eyes at their immaturity.

“Not true!” Suguru shouted. The man stopped and they almost bumped into him, “First door to the right, Fujisaki-san, second Nakano-san and third Shindou-san. You have forty minutes after the show starts to be ready. You are expected at the wings at nine forty-five. Your performance comes just before the show ends.You will only perform the song you rehearsed, there will be no time for an interview since you were fitted in at the last moment. There are screens in your dressing rooms in case you’d like to watch the show before you’re due on stage.” The man said as if it was something he’d memorized, bowed and left

“We have our own dressing rooms,” Shu awed.

“What are you wearing, Shuichi-san?” Suguru asked his new idol, entirely forgetting their little ‘misunderstanding’.

“My lucky shirt.” He responded with a wink, walking to his ‘dressing room’

“That old and beat up Evangelion shirt…you have got to be joking! This is our first live television appearance… get real man!” Hiro protested.

“Sorry man, I vowed to a higher, divine power that if I ever made it in the business I would wear that shirt to my first gig as a pro.” Shu replied matter-of-factly.

“What kind of vow is that?” Hiro threw his hands in the air indignant by with his friend’s carelessness.

“It sounds like a desperate vow to me!” laughed Suguru, “Technically this isn’t your first gig as a pro. That would have been  your first signing session, or your first radio interview… or when Glaring Dream video was filmed, or…”

“Shut up ok! I get the point! I said I’m wearing it, and I’m wearing it, regardless of the ‘technicalities’”

“Be my guest, but when you come out in every ‘worst dressed’ list in next week’s gossip columns, don’t come crying to me,” hmphed Hiro, walking to his own dressing room and disappearing into it.

“I won’t!” pouted Shuichi.

XXX

You look radiant Mikka-san.” The make-up artist gleamed at her finished work of art. Of course it helped a great deal that the pop singer was so flawlessly beautiful. The said pop diva inspected her reflection in the mirror with apparent pleasure.

“She does look… nice.” Came a deep voice Mikka hadn’t heard in days.

“Eiri!” She exclaimed running to him and locking her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Mikka-san, your make up!” the other woman exclaimed nervously—there was not time to do it over.

“Yes Mikka, your make up.” Yuki tapped her nose with one slender finger as he reprimanded.

“What are you doing here?” Mikka asked happily, excitedly. The thought that her fiancé came all the way here to see her, was already making her forget the hurt she’d been feeling at his neglect. “How did you find out?”

“A birdie told me.” Yuki replied.

“Was it Tohma?”

“It was a bleached out birdie” Yuki referred to the now permanent blond locks of his accomplice. “So who else is in this show?” He asked dismissively walking to a couch by the TV screen and making himself comfortable on it. “How about some of that wine?” Pointing to a bottle of fine white wine Eiri addressed Mikka’s assistant.

Mikka came to sit by him, and began talking excitedly, “Miyamoto Shigeru, and Takeshi Kaneshiro, and… me” She batted her long eyelashes to her love.

“Are you singing, love?” She was delighted the he once again called her that, it felt like old times, when she was truly sure of his feelings for her.

“No, I’m just answering a few questions about my new single… did you listened to it yet?”

“Uh… yes, of course, nice song? Yuki lied, not wanting to get into it. He could not tell her that the only music he’d ever listened to was American heavy metal and as of late… Bad Luck.

“I’m so happy you’re here Eiri,” She came close and kissed his lips taking care not to ruin her make up, Yuki allowed this, after all, it was the least he could do for the deluded woman.

“I thought they always had a musical guest in this show?” Yuki commented smirking as he realized that Tohma had failed to tell Mikka that her nemesis at the label would be here as well… evil Tohma… that’s why he loved him so much.

“Now that you mention it, you’re right… but who cares, you’re here and that’s all that matters. Are we going out to dinner afterwards?”

“Can’t, I have a lot of work.” It was too much for Mikka to hope for, but as much as the cold words saddened her, she was still thrilled that he was here with her.

“Costa-san, ten minutes!” A voice yelled from outside and she got on her feet sipping a little of Eiri’s wine and giving him little peck on the nose.

“I’ll see you later.” She whispered seductively in Yuki’s ear and went out to wait for her introduction. Yuki settled on the sofa and turned on the TV… his heart beating a little faster as he prepared to wait for the longest hour of his life to end.

XXX

Shuichi looked into the screen in disbelief as the host announced Mikka Costa as a guest. The woman came out looking radiant as always and Shuichi felt a surge of hate and envy coursing through him. The audience applauded her heavily, even more so than the awesome action movie star Takeshi Kaneshiro. She kissed the host on the cheek—so flaky- and sat next to the movie star, just giving the handsome man a gracious nod … why would you want a movie star when you already have a god? Thought Shuichi. A series of questions were asked about her upcoming single and CD. Toward the end of the interview—which Shuichi watched intently—the question he dreaded came.

“Mikka-chan, so when is the big date?” She laughed a little with the host and shook her head.

“You’ll be the first to know when we set a date.” The woman laughed and Shuichi felt as if he couldn’t hate more, it wasn’t her fault he knew, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’ll hold you to that,” The host joked, “But at least let me see it, I’ve read so much about it, and I’ve seen countless of pictures, but’ I’ve never seen the real thing.” The woman reached for Mikka’s hand. Shu felt an urge to turn off the set, but couldn’t. Mikka Costa held her left hand to show a huge ring—way to big and grotesque for her slender digit.

“Oh my God it’s beautiful!” The host exclaimed and even Takeshi scooted over to see it.

“Wow, we have to take a break, but we’ll be back with the video games industry’s most innovative and influential man, Miyamoto Shigeru-sama… please stay tuned” And the woman turned to Mikka’s ring as the camera pulled away and they went to commercials.

XXX

The music began and the crowd went wild, he had no idea how many people were really into them. Shuichi didn’t find out until the last minute that they were surprise guests; this fact made him more than a little happy. He could not wait to see Mikka Costa’s face when she saw them on stage singing their love tune. True to his dreams, he fixed his eyes on her—discreetly—and relished at the look of pure hurt on her face… yeah show off your ring now! Laughed Shuichi inside, as he looked at her and smiled, waiting for his cue to begin with the song.

He wasn’t playing his synth tonight. Hiro and Suguru, plus the hired drummer were doing all the instrumentation. All he needed to do was make sure that his song reached the one he wrote it for… are you watching, Eiri? He allowed himself the luxury to picture his love just before his cue. And then, he let his voice sore into the plea he’d written so long ago:

nigiyaka na hitogomi ni

tokeru tsubuyaki ga

ashi moto ni

chirabatta omoide nijimaseru

His voice rose higher and sweeter, letting all his pent up emotion merge with the song… their song, He averted his eyes to the crowd and felt his heart skip a beat as he saw people actually singing with him. He looked higher, almost choking as he saw girls crying as he husked the empty love promises… since when do I make girls cry? Shuichi thought as he began making his way closer to the first row.

mayoi aruku

machi no kagayaki wa glaring one way

kogo e sou na

boku o terasu

The crying girls seemed to get more exited as he came closer to them. He targeted a pretty young black haired girl and extended his hand reaching out to her. She took his hand and he sang to her, as if they were two lost lovers finding their way to each other, making her tears fall in glistering rivulets down her pretty face. He let go of her and moved on afraid that she would faint.

tsumetai toki ga

yume o furaseru

kono te no naka o suri nukete

negai kazo e

mezame ta toki ni

yureru maboroshi ni

kimi ga utsuru

boku o michibiku

kasu kana shiruetto

He made his way back to where Hiro and Suguru were playing, but not before stealing a glance at her… the woman he hated more than anything: Mikka Costa who sat watching him expressionlessly. This was the very first time he’d seen her in person and she was as always undeniably beautiful. He felt so small in her presence, so insignificant, and that made him hate her even more. He closed his eyes and lowered his voice seductively, smiling a little as he elicited some groans and cries from the crowd. It seemed as if he were singing to her, to his nemesis in love. Shuichi steeled his eyes to hers and sent a silent message that by the looks of it, seemed as if she received it. Her gaze hardened and the two held their eyes to one another for a few seconds, sealing their rivalry.

nagasareru fuan dake o

tsugeru yasashisa mo

eien ni mita sareta

ashita mo hoshi kunai

kimi ni todoke

ruhazuno kotoba wa it's talk to myself

kage mo naku

hibi ni ochiru

He took the center of the stage again as he sang… are you watching my love, do you even know I exist? His thoughts raced as he forgot where he was and poured his heart out into the melodious tune... his message of love that would probably never reach its destination.

furueru yubi de

yume o kasaneru

iki mo dekizuni kuzureteku

tashi kana koto

futashi kasugite

nani o shinji reba

kimi ni aeru?

shiroku kieteku ano hi no shiruetto

Shuichi slowly opened his eyes and fixed them on her again, dropping his voice a little lower as the slowest part of the song was coming up. He deepened his eyes on hers once more, who was now watching him without any intent to hide her dislike… that’s right, hate me, hate like I hate you, and even if you never get to know the reason why, know the feeling of an envious heart.

awaku somaru kisetsu o miageru

Life Winter Dream

tachi domaru

boku o sarau

And then, and then… right in front of his eyes, stood his god… Yuki Eiri made his way from back stage and walked the short distance to the guest area and sat almost absently on the only empty couch, never taking his eyes off him… him.

Shuichi stop singing and he almost choked, his legs grew weak, he wanted to scream, to run, to hide, to go to him and hold him tightly in his arms all at the same time. Hiro and Suguru, noticing something amiss kept on playing, improvising an extension to the bridge.

After the initial shock, Shuichi took a deep breath and began singing the chorus once more. By now everyone had noticed that the song had been modified, and the back stage producers picked up the unrehearsed extension with a wince. Otherwise everything was fine, the audience unsuspecting and seemingly enjoying the change.

Eiri’s eyes on him were physically weakening, so intense was his gaze the he could not suppress a little moan that was not lost to his best friend who had trotted his way to him and played his guitar close by, with questioning looks. Shuichi kept on singing his song, suddenly the lyrics were not empty promises anymore; and he bared his heart and soul to his love. Shuichi found himself walking toward him, everyone was gone, and to him Yuki was the only soul in existence. His honey colored eyes darkened by the intensity of his gaze, it was almost as if he felt the same burning passion, the same intoxicating need for contact. Shuichi was drunk, sunk into those eyes that have obsessed him for years. Chills ran up and down his spine, he felt nauseous and butterflies swarmed about in his stomach as he approached. Yuki was sitting so close, no more than a few steps away, yet it seemed like miles.

He came to a halt right in front of his god. Shuichi bowed in respect and admiration. That was all he had planned to do. But suddenly the urge for more took an overpowering hold of him and his body moved on its own. Shuichi took another step and extended his hand to his god as if asking for guidance. He must look like an idiot, but he didn’t care, if Yuki Eiri made a fool of him on national television, he didn’t care, but he needed to know, he needed to touch him, if only in the most innocent of hand shakes. Eiri’s eyes widened a little as if he were shocked and perplexed by this. And when Shuichi thought that he would deny him of the honor of his hand Yuki Eiri raised his full length and held out his hand holding his firmly.

Shuichi could have died right then and there and be happy, but no, it couldn’t be that easy. When he thought he couldn’t do anything more stupid than what he had just done, Shuichi smiled, his most sincere and heart felt smile to his god, and embraced him… in front of millions, on live TV.

Push me if you must, shun me, and berate me if you will… I don’t care. I’m holding you now and this is all I need, I can die happy now... Shu’s head screamed as he squeezed his arms with all his might, expecting to be pushed any minute now. Then, he felt two strong arms embracing him as well, engulfing him with unbelievable warmth… then he heard a deep voice whispering in his ear.

… You just made me day…

XXX

It’s him! The little boy from years before whose smile etched itself in his mind like a fire emblem for months. A smile that he sometimes remembered even to this day- Yuki’s thoughts raced as he held the slender being who had plagued his dreams for who knows how many agonizingly long months. He had not planned to come out on stage, he had just wanted to hear him sing live and gone home like in all those many occations in the past few weks. But once he was out on the stage, singing the tune that played in his mind day and night, he couln't help it and as if his body had a mind of its own, he came out to the stage. Eiri felt all eyes on them; and the only sound was the music the other band members thankfully kept on playing. He knew he had to put a stop to this, but he found that he could not move, already feeling intoxicated by the mere feel of the boy, the smell of his soft hair. For the first time he didn’t care what other’s thought. He felt the slender arms tightened around him and for a second it seemed as if their souls melded into one being.

“Eiri…” He heard Mikka whisper; he could perceive the shock in her voice. He shifted his eyes angrily at her, but it didn’t do any good. Shuichi stiffened realizing their transgression, and painfully tore himself away from him, regretfully terminating their warm embrace. The boy smiled at him, with that innocence that didn’t fail to melt him, and he found himself lost in those expressive lavender eyes. For anyone watching him, he would seem expressionless, but inside Yuki was nearly in tears.

XXX

“Nice shirt,” Yuki’s deep voice said, and he remembered that he was wearing the very same shirt he wore that day so long ago—it had been awfully big then, now a perfect fit. With an easy smirk, his god pulled a pen out of his pocket and began scribbling on his shirt. Every stroke of the pen against his body made his legs grow weaker. Suddenly it downed on Shuichi Shindou that all eyes were on him. He tore his senses from his love and listened to the music, waiting for the precise moment to continue the tune as. Slowly he brought the mike to his lips and sang with all his heart as Yuki signed his shirt:

kaze ni kisareru

torinoko sareru

mune ni kaji kamu akogaremo

This time he locked eyes with the man of his dreams, and he gave an almost soundless gasp and his deep eyes warmed, showing more emotion than Shuichi had ever seen in his life.

tsumetai toki ga

yume ni tadayou

sono te no naka ni uketomete

negai kazo e

mezame ta toki ni

yureru maboroshi ni

kimi ga utsuru

boku o michibiku

kasu kana shiruetto

The song ended and the show’s host spoke a few words of thanks to the audience and sponsors, and some cue was given announcing the credits were rolling. Yuki finished scribbling his shirt and extended his hand, which Shuichi took and held firmly. Then another quick embrace, but this time it wasn’t him who started it.

“You sound better in person.” Yuki Eiri said as they parted. Shuichi wanted to cry, if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake from it, but as he saw his god move on to pay attention to the others, who most definitely were seeking his attention, Shuichi knew that his mind could have not come up with such perfect scenario.

“Shuichi!” Hiro called, as he and Suguru came to him. The cameras no longer rolling and the audience already clear. The three band members had the opportunity to talk freely. Shu was in la-la land and was mildly aware of them approaching. Yuki spoke with Miyamoto-sama-- that woman hanging from his arm… glaring daggers at him, Her cold stare, penetrating his bones.

“Well done.” She mutterd tonelessly, and for some reason he didn’t understand, he let his own hate for the woman come forth, and with a half grin he bowed slightly muttering back:

“Thank you…”

“C’mon, let’s go change,” Shu heard Hiro say and a hand was put on his shoulder.

“That was awesome!” Suguru exclaimed excitedly, “I didn’t know you actually knew Yuki-sama, I thought you were just obsessed. Tohma-kun has never introduced him to me,” Then looking at his shirt, “Oh my God! Look at your shirt,” Shuichi did for the first time, almost fainting as he saw a newly drawn Eva on it. The sixteen year old continued his marvel as they made their way to the dressing rooms. Suguru went to his and Hiro and Shuichi were finally alone.

“What was that about?” Hiro asked a little more than curious.

“What do you mean? I am his number one fan, after all” Shu replied playing the fool, remembering the feel of those strong arms around him, the sound of the husky voice whispering in his ear, the warm soft breath as every word was uttered making him feel as if he was going to die all over again, and he had to hold onto Hiro for balance.

“That’s exactly what I mean! You looked like you were going to jump him. You should have seen Mikka Costa’s face, she was ready to kill you!” Hiro laughed holding his friend, the fact that Shuichi’s reaction had been more than just a fan standpoint, not escaping him.

“Her problem,” Shu snapped, “ I was just paying my respects, if she can’t take it, that’s on her.”

“Yeah whatever,” Hiro smirked suspiciously.

“What is it to you anyways?”

“Nothing other than the fact that I remembered a certain obnoxious person telling me that it didn’t matter whether you like a man or a woman… I don’t know, it just got me thinking. Besides, if you were to be involved in a scandal the band would suffer.”

“Since when you care about the band so much? If I remember correctly, you were the one wanting to leave.” Shuichi turned away. Sometimes he felt as if he didn’t know his best friend anymore, as if they were drifting farther apart.

“I do, you know that, I thought we were friends.”

“We are, why would you say that?”

“I feel like there’s a lot of things you’re hiding from me.” There was no anger or reproach in those words, only a little hurt.

“Every man has his secrets Hiro, but that doesn’t mean I don’t trust you or anything.” Shuichi replied tonelessly.

“I don’t,” Hiro responded nonchalant. And stopped in front of his door, opening it and stepping inside the small room behind it.

XXX

“Yeah I’m sure…” Shuichi whispered as his friend went in and closed the door, he stared at it for a few moments, thinking how ironic at all was. He could never bring himself to talk about his feelings for Yuki, he had wanted to, many times, especially when it got so suffocating that threatened to eat him alive. But each time he tried, some thing kept him from it. He would never be able to express his feelings, not to Hiro or anyone else.

… Had it been that obvious? Yeah maybe, Shu thought with a warm smile remembering once more, looking at his T-shirt. He made his way to his own dressing room, wanting to change quickly and go home to replay the evening over and over in his mind while touching himself.

“Shuichi.” A voice halted him, and he thought he would faint. The deep voice belonged to the man of his dreams, the one who held his life for all it was worth… but it could not be… the voice was calling ‘his’ name. Shuichi turned slowly, as if afraid he would find nothing but empty space, but knowing that that was probably not so. His eyes opened wide, Yuki Eiri stood not ten paces away from him, a hand in his pocket, and the other holding a cigarette, tall and rigid, looking very much like the god he was.

“Yes…?” Shuichi managed to say; at least he thought he did.

“Do you have anything to do now?” The question was asked in a tone somewhere between contained urgency and implore.

“No…” Another weak response was all Shuichi could manage.

“I thought you might like to come over to my studio, to see some of my… work” Yuki immediately looked the other way as if embarrassed… but that can’t be. Shuichi’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing those words. He didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. Yuki Eiri stood there a while and then turned and began walking away.

“Please don’t go!” Shuichi shouted imploringly as he took a step, reaching out to him. Yuki looked over his shoulder with those intense eyes that gave Shuichi a hard on every time he thought about them.

“If you want to come, follow me,” He replied tonelessly and continued walking away. Shuichi’s feet carried him by themselves. They came to a side door—hidden from view—and Yuki pushed it open and went through it. Shuichi followed close behind. Once outside there was a black Mercedes Benz. Shuichi heard the alarm click, and Yuki opened the passenger door for him. It then became painfully clear that he was to ride with his god… Alone. He could feel himself growing weaker, he could feel his arousal coming to claim him… this can’t be, this can’t be happening! Shuichi’s mind screamed, What am I going to do? His heartbeats came so hard and fast that it seemed his heart would burst right out of his chest.

“Buckle up… I drive very fast.” Yuki’s husk intruded his senses breaking him into goose bumps all over. With that said they took off into the night.

XXX

Hiro walked into his dressing room wearing a big grin on his face. The night had been perfect. He’d never known how much he’d enjoy a televised live performance. Other than Shuichi’s bizarre behavior towards the mangaka who came out of nowhere, everything had gone as smooth as silk. He closed the door and turned feeling a chill go down his spine as he set eyes on Seguchi Tohma sitting on the overstuffed chair in the middle of the room, staring at him with an intensity he’d never seen on the man. His eyes looked as if on fire as he ran them over the now paralyzed form of Hiroshi.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Hiro-kun?” The producer husked, sending another shiver down Hiro’s spine.

“Wha—what are you doing here?” Hiro managed to say looking the other way, ordering his body to move, but unable to get any results.

“I thought I’d come to congratulate you.” Tohma continued in that husky half whisper that was proving to be very disturbing to Bad Luck’ guitarist.

“Thank you” Hiro let out unsure of what else to say. They had only seen each other in passing since the time Hiro went to the man’s office. Avoiding eye contact at all costs, and now he was here, in his dressing room. Hiro managed to move over to his wardrobe, and pulling out a plain cotton shirt and a pair of pants, he waited.

“Go ahead,” Tohma smiled, “I’m, not going anywhere.” Hiro didn’t turn around to look at him, afraid that his face would betray him. He didn’t understand this cat and mouse game they were playing, all he knew was the he could not lose it.

For some time now, he’d known that deep down he was somewhat attracted to his boss. The proof of that had come when he finally got Maiko to go out with him, and when all was said and done, and she was willing to take it to the next level, the only thing in his mind was the sad expression of the handsome producer as he told them his father in law had died, and the disappointment he felt as he found out he was married, and the curiosity to know what his wife looked like. Feeling a bit more confident, Hiro took off his sweat drenched silk shirt, displaying his backside to the silent spectator. He heard a little gasp and a hiss of air from behind, and could not help to feel a little proud that he had elicited that reaction from the powerful man. Hiro walked toward the shower, but was stopped by two arms around his waist. Hiro froze, the same way he had when those same arms engulfed him once before. Then he felt a cheek press against the naked skin between his shoulders and literally got goose bumps all over. He turned fast to face the beautiful man with the innocent face and the angelic smile.

“I gather you’ve guessed how I feel about you…Hiro” Tohma continued in a seductive tone, putting his hands on Hiro’s hard chest.

“Listen,” Hiro wanted this to stop, or more accurately, needed this to stop before he’d lose himself to this man’s beauty and charms and get in far too deep to do anything about it. But as he tried to move he found it that he was paralyzed where he stood, the feelings of those hands over his naked flesh making him feel things he didn’t know. With all of his will Hiro put both hands on Tohma’s shoulder and pushed gently away. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about… I’m not gay,” The words were said with no conviction whatsoever, and although he pushed the producer away, Tohma’s hands were still deliciously running over his muscles, from his chest, down to his abdomen. The air was coming out in ragged gasps from the both of them. Hiro wanted to push him hard, make him fall on the floor, see that careful placed mask in shame and pain, but he couldn’t. The sensations coursing though his body totally and completely prevented him from it, and it was scaring him, this feeling, so good… too good.

“I can’t take it anymore…Hiro,” Tohma whispered desperately as he began to kiss his way from Hiro’s chest, up to his neck. "I tried being patience, I tried doing this right and win you over, but the more I do the more I earn your resentment,"  Hiro chocked a moan upon hearing the despeate plea. He had to do something, this could not happen… he was not gay… he was not! He had his pride and refused to be manipulated by this man on this as well, he had dreams, and those dreams were to marry Maiko and have a bunch of kids with her.

But as he thought on the dreams he once had, they seemed frivolous and stupid. All he could concentrate on now were those lips, grazing and nipping at his neck, his ear lobe… his lips, slowly asking for access. Hiro parted them open and let himself go for a moment wanting to feel more, to relish in the sweet taste of Tohma Seguchi’s mouth.

X

Tohma kissed those glorious lips, slowly at first, trying to contain his own passion, not to scare the object of all those sleepless nights, of all those months of anguish. But it soon proved to be too much. As Hiro responded to his hands and lips Tohma’s vision clouded, his loin tightened, he wanted one thing and one thing only… be one with Hiro. Their kiss became more frantic, almost desperate. Tohma wanted to stay like this forever, but at the same time he wanted to move forward to what he craved the most. In a matter of seconds, the kiss went from total bliss, to a race to some finish line he had to reach no matter what. Tohma ran his hands along Hiro’s hard body, feelings each muscle, gasping into those soft lips he had craved for so long. Lower and lower his hands went, until they reached Hiro’s belt. Desperately and with clumsy fingers, he undid the demon that kept him from true heaven and plunged his hand to find the center of it all.

X

A hand took hold of his manhood, and to his surprise, Hiro was hard… very hard, almost painfully so. Over a man he thought he hated. As the hand stroked the fires within him, Hiro broke the kiss and threw his head back, mouth open agape. The skill in which that devilish hand moved was enough to drive him mad, and the lips that were ravishing his neck, were completing the task. Hiro was gasping for air, his hands had moved on their own and were fighting with Tohma’s clothes, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it down to reveal creamy shoulders. Then the lips were gone, the hand stopped and Hiro looked to see the man on his knees, mumbling something as he took in the sight of him. Hiro opened his mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out, was a deep-throated moan as the hot mouth swallowed him whole.

“Ah…” Hiro couldn’t stop moaning, the sensation of wholeness was more than he could take. Never in his twenty-one years, had he felt anything like it. Sure he’d gotten sucked by girls countless of times, but this… this was heaven. He watched the head bobbing up and down as the beautiful man ate him desperately and completely, his wicked tongue doing things, lapping, flickering over the tip of his all too ready manhood.

“Hiro…” Tohma whispered against his sex. Looking up and meeting Hiro’s glazed green eyes, as he pumped and flickered his tongue in exactly the place that made Hiro almost cry out.

The eyes that met his were clouded with pleasure, the pink tongue that flickered over his hard sex, felt deliciously hot. Hiro was almost at a point of no return, he deepened his eyes as if not knowing what to expect.

“Tell me what you want?” The man below whispered so sensually that it gave him chills… what do I want…what do I want? Hiro thought, then everything came down to the wire, his reason returned to him and he felt ashamed of what he almost allowed to happen. This is wrong! He was a man, and the one staring at him with misty eyes was a man as well… and a married man… married to a woman!

“This is wrong.” Hiro whispered, “This is wrong!” he repeated with a little more conviction and tried to move away from those lips and hands that may very well drive him crazy. No sooner than he tried, two arms steeled him in place.

“No!” Tohma yelled, “Hiro, don’t deny me, not after going this far!” Hiro desperately tried to flee, to break free from his grasp, but it was futile. As he struggled, they both fell on the floor.

“Let go of me,” Hiro begged. If Tohma heard he didn’t give a sign. The deceivingly strong man crawled on top of him, shaking his unbuttoned jacket and shirt off, and he lay on top of Hiro’s half naked form, hot skin against hot skin.

“Don’t do this… I beg you.” Tohma implored.

“This is wrong,” Hiro repeated lowly, all self-assurance gone.

“Why, why is it wrong… don’t you like it… don’t you need it?” Tohma begged coming to Hiro’s lips and trying to capture them with his own.

“I’m not a toy, you can’t come out of the blue and expect me to give in to you…I’m not…gay. Hiro breathed defeated, the battle already lost.

“You keep saying that, but you want this as much as I do… let me have you… please.” Hiro tried weakly to shake him off, each attempt weaker and weaker, the only definite fact was the sensations Tohma’s hot skin against his were causing, and the mixture of pleasure and guilt that was threatening to consume him alive.

Hiro felt the man shift, each subtle movement rubbing against his needy member sending him deeper and deeper into the road of perdition he didn’t know the way back from. To his utter dismay Hiro realized what Tohma had been doing. Now the man lay on top of him completely naked, he could feel his shaft rubbing against his own.

“Please don’t…” Hiro begged.”

“I can’t stop… don’t want to stop,” Tohma rasped grinding himself almost violently against Hiro’s tortured body. “I can’t take it anymore,” The man whispered against his lips shuddering, each ragged breath sending shivers down Hiro’s spine, he closed his eyes, refusing to behold the beautiful face twisted in pleasure. “I can’t take it anymore,” Tohma whispered again, and Hiro’s eyes shot open as he was plunged into a hot and tight paradise he didn’t know existed.

X

“Oh God…” whispered Tohma as he sat on Hiro’s rigid sex. He closed his eyes waiting for the uncontrollable shuddering to subside. He was so big, reached him so deep. It was a totally different feeling from Eiri, who was seemingly bigger, but not nearly as intense. Two hands came to take a hold of his hips and Tohma completely lost it. He began moving slowly at first and with each stroke to his insides he felt the agony of sweet oblivion coming to claim him. He didn’t want it to end… ever, but knew that he could not hold out for any decent length of time. Faster and faster he let himself rise and fall on his love… he was so close…so close. Tohma looked at Hiro’s face, feeling his blood boil at seeing the usually unexpressive face contorted in the most exquisite mask of pleasure. As a small series of gasps reached his ears, and he came down gasping as he met those soft lips he’d dreamed for so long. And almost screamed at the stimulation the movement awarded him. They kissed for a long time, and then Tohma ran his hands over Hiro’s toned torso, taking one of the hands from his hips and moving it to his own neglected shaft. Hiro opened his eyes a little wider, but soon began stroking him in rhythm to Tohma’s movements.

X

Hiro’s reason was slowly leaving him, and was being replaced with an animalistic need he’d never known. His hand stroked Tohma cruelly; he brought his other hand to Tohma’s soft blond hair, and let his fingers run through it, realizing how much he had wanted to touch it. Gently he pulled those lips to his own again, he was not fighting it anymore, and just giving in to the pleasure he was feeling now. He’d deal with the consequences later. He began pumping faster, not wanting to end it but desperately needing to reach heaven. Tohma fastened his pace and they both gasped and moaned into each other’s mouths, until there was nothing left but the sweet agony of pleasure itself.

They lay in each other’s arms in silence long after it was over, each contemplating their own thoughts. Hiro, wondering where would this road lead him were he to follow it. And Tohma, listening to the soft thumping of the heart he so desperately wanted to possess.

XXX

They came to a two-story building, very elegant but not very impressive. Not standing out in any way. They went up an elevator in silence, Shuichi still not believing that he was standing next to the man he’d dreamed about since he could remember, each breath becoming very difficult for the young singer to manage. The elevator’s door opened on the second floor revealing a very elegant hall, filled with paintings of the manga Shuichi knew and love. He gasped aloud eliciting—unnoticed to him—a small smile from the mangaka’s lips. They walked the short distance to a door, which Yuki opened and stood to one side for him to enter.

“Anything to drink?” Yuki asked once inside, setting his keys down on a side table. Shuichi felt so small and vulnerable, and for the first time a little afraid.

“No, thank you,” He managed to say. Yuki regarded him for a few seconds, then left, and Shuichi didn’t waste time, his jaw dropped as he drank in his surroundings, marveling at the simple, yet very contemporary and elegant décor… And the walls! Filled with drawings and paintings, no doubt made by the master himself. Yuki came back with a can in hand, took a big gulp from it and set it down, turning again to leave.

“Come,” He commanded this time, sounding a little detached. Shuichi followed watching entranced as his idol took off his jacket and threw it absently on a chair, every movement now free for the agitated singer to see. Yuki’s limbs seemed to move deliberately slower than a normal person, almost cat like as he walked ahead. They came to a door and upon opening Shuichi almost gasped as he realized it was not a ‘studio’ it was a bedroom. He held on to the doorframe so as not to collapse. Yuki turned and fixed his now gleaming eyes on him. Shu took in the spacious surroundings a little apprehensively, the sparse space, the simple furnishings, the floor to ceiling window that illuminated everything even thought it was almost midnight. Shuichi’s mind raced … why would Yuki Eiri bring him to a bedroom? Although there was but one clear answer to that question, he dared not get his hopes up. After all, why would Eiri want him?

“Come in,” Yuki commanded, softly this time, sensing Shuichi’s hesitancy. Shu took a step in, all the while watching his god, and although his face was hidden by shadows, he fancied he could see his eyes, his smile. He came to stand right in front of him, not knowing what to expect. Then he felt a hand take a hold of his chin and bringing his face up, forcing him to meet the penetrating gaze.

“This is as much control as I can exert,” And with those almost desperate words, Shuichi felt warm lips descend on his own. He didn’t think twice, didn’t stop to ponder on this miracle and opened up like a book. All the years of dreaming, desiring, worshiping came down to this very moment. He threw his arms around the broad shoulders and let go… who cares why or how… it’s happening, and even if it’s only for this one night, he will belong to Yuki, fully and completely.

Two strong hands held him and lifted him up. Parting lips, with full and suffocating lips. Shuichi was carried and thrown roughly on the bed, his shirt being torn off, as greedy hands and lips were all over his body.

Yuki is touching me… kissing me! Shuichi let out a loud moan and took a hold of Yuki’s head, relishing in the softness of that hair he had so yearned to touch

Don’t stop… don’t ever stop… Shuichi’s mind begged. His pants came off next and a gasp that was not his own, graced his ears echoing in his mind like the sweetest melody. Rough hands took a hold of his hard sex and began pumping the over stimulated organ.

“Where have you been all my life?” Yuki’s hissed in a ragged voice kissing his whole face, Shuichi moaned again, his voice alone threatening to send him over the edge. He felt as if he would cry.

This is a dream… it must be a dream, tomorrow I’ll wake up in my bed like always.

Rough lips took his in a searing kiss that was almost painful and the hand continued to stroke him cruelly. “You’re so beautiful…” Yuki whispered kissing his eyelids, cheeks… his whole face. Shuichi could do nothing but moan helplessly. Then the mouth made its way down his body and as realization hit him Shuichi opened his eyes wide, at the same time a hot mouth enveloped his very core.

“Ahh!” He almost screamed, arching his back and holding Yuki’s head tighter. His hips thrusting on its own in perfect sync with the bobbing head of the owner of his soul.

Yuki devoured Shuichi almost savagely. He had sworn to control himself, but he found it impossible. All those weeks of imagining what it would be like to hold the beautiful intoxicating singer and do the cruelest things to him came from deep within to comman his body. Shuichi’s hands tightened almost painfully on Eiri’s hair, making the mangaka even more aroused. He could not remember ever feeling like this, never feeling the need to posses someone so fiercely.

“Don’t stop… oh god don’t ever stop!” Shuichi cried out, shaking his head from side to side. Sheer will being the only thing holding the explosion his body demanded for. The warm mouth left him and he almost cried at the loss. He felt his legs being spread apart as wide as they could go, and another loud moan from deep within Yuki’s throat. Again those glorious lips devoured his own once again, letting him taste himself in them.

“Say my name,” the voice that had plagued his dreams for years demanded in a husked plea, stroking him wildly.

“Ah Yuki… Eiri… God Eiri, make me yours.” Shuichi could hardly articulate the words.

“Oh God… I want you so much…” And with those rough words a tearing pain shook Shuichi to the core, filling him, making him whole. He screamed in pleasure and pain. His eyes on the god above, drinking him in, watching and feeling his body shake with the intensity of their union. Yuki began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster as both their bodies demanded release. Turning his head to one side, Shuichi moaned loudly as Yuki sucked his earlobe.

Not yet… not yet… his mind implored his over stimulated body, he didn’t want it to end, but knew that he wouldn’t last long. He opened his eyes that had been shut tight; enjoying the sensations his body was feeling for the first time. Trying to focus his mind on anything, but the pleasure, he looked around, looking for something dull to put his mind on, he needed to hold his passion, to prolong this magical moment for as long as he could. But that thought was short lived, as he set his eyes on the wall ahead. There he stood, illuminated by the moonlight, as a fallen angel, painted in vivid colors watching his own earthly sin. With a feral roar everything inside him exploded.

X

Eiri heard Shuichi’s seductive sex cry at the same time as hot seed sprayed on his body and face. The sound so arousing, the smell so intoxicatingly sweet, the hold of his inner passage so amazingly tight, that Eiri felt overcome with his own passion. Arching his back as the heat concentrated in his loins. He threw his head back and with what sounded almost like an animal growl… he climaxed into the very threshold of heaven, in a mind blowing orgasm he did not know his body could ever achieve.

Falling onto the body below, shuddering until the last vestiges of his passion subsided, Eiri rolled onto his back, bringing Shuichi to lie on top of him. He smirked at the boy who seemed disoriented, as if the pleasure had been too much for him. Eiri felt such feelings for him he couldn’t explain it. Not even Tohma had been able to elicit such emotion from him. Smelling the soft hair, he kissed his head, nudging the young singer a little.

“Mmm…” Shuichi responded happily, contently.

“Don’t fall asleep on me… we’re not done yet.”

XXX

A/N :Wew… OMG that took long to write! (Siren kisses her bandaged fingers) Well peoples, I hope you’re happy, didn’t I promise sexy get togethers? I decided to post the chapter as it was meant to be...so... don't report me 

Oh and for those of you who found Yu and Shu’s lemon short… fret not, the night is still young (hentai grin)

Next chapter will mark the beginning of the third part of this tale: “Love Stuff” In here you will get to see a little of Mikka and Yuki’s as well as Tohma’s past and also the impending reasons why the Mikas are even in the picture. There will be plenty of fights and uncertainties for our new couples, as well as a lot more drama… I LOVE ANGST! There is no name yet for the next chapter, so I guess I’ll have to keep that as an involuntary surprise. Also since I like to have at least two chapters in the bank, I will be taking a couple of weeks off to catch up on the fic. Because of the length of this chapter I fell painfully behind.