Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Masking Pleasure Around ( Chapter 18 )

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

NC-17 for Yaoi goodness and adult content. Thanks to Jana for her insightful beta efforts^^

 

Chapter Seventeen: Masking Pleasure Around

 

 

Tatsuha sat quietly staring at his idol-- the man who was responsible for his homosexuality. Ever since he saw him, back when he was but a small child, he knew, from the bottom of his soul that he wanted to be with him. At the time, the young Uesugi had had no idea what sex, love, passion, or even relationships were. The only thing he knew was the overwhelming warmth Sakuma Ryuichi invoked in him, a feeling that threatened to eat him whole.

 

After the awesome rehearsal session; Tohma, Shuichi and the guitar player from Bad Luck left in the same car. Ryuichi had wanted to go with them, but Shuichi had said that he was tired, and that had been that. Ryuichi had whined and complained, but the promise from the younger singer that they would hang out the next day, calmed Ryuichi down and he let him go.

 

Tatsuha was overcome with jealousy, as blind as he was in his infatuation with the older singer, he could tell that his idol was really into Shuichi. That and of course Ryuichi's own warning after they all left the restaurant.

 

Noriko left by herself, Sakano-san went to his office to take care of some legal matters, the rest of the crew of course were the first to leave. And so, that left Suguru, K-san, Ryuichi and himself left in the studio.

 

“We should go.” K said putting a hand on Ryuichi's shoulder, “We have to be back early in the morning to record the new song.”

 

“But why didn't Shu-kun want me to come along? I need Kuma-chan.” Ryuichi wailed pouting.

 

“He said he was tired and needed to rest… same goes for you.” K spoke to the singer as one would to a child.

 

“I know, let's go to his house!” Ryu brightened, ignoring his manager's advice.

 

“Ryuichi, let's go home, you'll get Kumagoro tomorrow. I think-- if you allow me to give you my opinion that is, that you're scaring Shuichi-kun.”

 

“I'm not! Am I scary Tatsu-kun?” Ryuichi turned to the monk, giving him chills at the sound of his own name in his godly voice, and warmth to his gut because the man remembered it.

 

“Of course not!” Tatsuha said confidently, thanking once again his ability to remain cool and collected, no matter what he was feeling inside.

 

“Am I scary Su-chan?” The singer turned to Suguru after hearing Tatsuha's answer.

 

“No, not scary… intense I would say.” The teen replied.

 

“Intense,” Ryuichi repeated proudly. Tatsuha noticed a glint in his eyes, a glint that spoke of a passionate man, of a man who got what he wanted, when he wanted it. A man, Tatsuha wanted to belong to more than anything. “I don't feel like going home yet… let's go Karaoke!” Ryuichi suggested, earning a disapproving eye roll from K-san.

 

“I know a great bar!” Tatsuha jumped with anticipation. He could already see his idol singing by the purple neon lights at the bar he and Shuichi had been at the night before.

 

“Cool… Let's go!” Ryuichi put his arm around the young monk's shoulder, making Tatsuha's knees go weak.

 

“I'm coming too!” Suguru got up from where he sat and joined them. Tatsuha glared at him, but the annoying brat didn't seem to care.

 

“Yay! The more the merrier.” Ryuichi laughed, putting his other arm around Suguru's shoulder and marching to the door.

 

…And here they were now, listening to God himself sing.

 

Ryuichi was in the process of singing one of Mikka Costa's most popular songs. God, if the woman could only hear him, she'd be jealous and embarrassed at how much better the song sounded in Nittle Grasper's front man's voice.

 

“Wow, Sakuma-san you're great!” Suguru yelled as he applauded profusely. Ryuichi jumped down from the little podium, and ran to cover Suguru's mouth.

 

“What are you doing Su-chan; you want us to get mobbed?” Suguru shook his head rapidly. Ryuichi let him go, and then flashed him a smile. “Then let's keep our names to ourselves ne?” The man husked and turned to Tatsuha, “eto…” Ryuichi stared at the monk trying to remember his name, “Tatsu-kun! is your turn” Tatsuha got another pull to his loin, but didn't show it. He got up and went to the Karaoke machine, inserted his token and hit the random button. Glaring Dream spelled out in big bold letters on the screen. The monk shook his head and smirked, “Damn… the song already made it to the Karaoke bars.” Tatsuha sighed and went on to the little singing stage.

 

“Wow Tatsu-kun, you're so lucky. I wish I had that song!” Ryuichi said envious as the music started. Tatsuha took the mic and winking at the older man, then began to sing.

 

He didn't even have to read the lyrics; he already knew them by heart, he began to sing the romantic lyrics, and both Suguru and Ryuichi listened intently-- Ryu drinking from his pitcher, and the brat biting his nails-- He didn't sound anything like Shuichi. His voice was much deeper, but he thought he was doing pretty well for being a monk with no talents other than to seduce people. Tatsuha closed his eyes and imagined he was singing for his god and his god alone.

 

“Whoo, hoo!” Ryuichi rooted once the song ended, “Man that was awesome! Come here, I'll buy you a drink!” Tatsuha smiled proudly as he made his way back to them. Suguru gave him a disapproving look.

 

“That was good, but you know you're not old enough to drink Tatsu-kun.” The straight arrow kid admonished with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

 

“Do you ever relax?” Tatsuha got close enough to the teen's face to allow him to smell his breath. Suguru inhaled, and closed his eyes. “See, I've already had some, a little more won't kill me. Maybe Su-chan, you should have a drink too, it'll help you loosen up.” Suguru opened his eyes hopeful, but the monk had already moved on and was drinking with Ryuichi.

 

The three of them stayed at the bar singing, drinking and being obnoxious until the place closed. Suguru had no idea how- being as loud as they were- no one recognized Japan's number one pop idol.

 

Tatsuha on the other hand, didn't miss any opportunity to get close and touch the older singer. And the man was so oblivious in his drunkenness that he was actually doing the same.

 

“Why don't you fuck him right here and now?” Suguru let out sarcastically as the monk helped Grasper's lead singer to his feet; Tatsuha shot him a glare, and then a mischievous smirk.

 

“Wouldn't you like to see that… ne Su-chan?”

 

“Whatever man, we have to go, the place is already closed, and Sakuma-san and I do have to work in a few hours… unlike certain people I know.” The disgust in the teen's voice was unmasked. It made Tatsuha smirk widen.

 

“Then go, nobody is stopping you.”

 

“K-san told me to keep an eye on him.” Suguru argued defiantly pointing his nose to Ryuichi-- who had sat back in his chair looking disoriented.

 

“That's ok, I'll take over your precious task; I doubt you can protect him anyway.”

 

“Fuck you!”

 

“Wouldn't you like that…? Suguru-kun” Tatsuha got on Suguru's face and husked seductively, running his tongue over the teen's cheek, making him jump, shudder, and then blush, all in a space of a few seconds.

 

“Get away from me you freak!” Suguru pushed the taller boy forcefully, but Tatsuha didn't move an inch.

 

“Fine, let's go,” Tatsuha said switching gears. Ryuichi tried to get up, but fell right back on his ass.

 

“Ryuichi-san… you're really drunk,” Tatsuha whispered as he helped his idol stand, and putting one of the singer's arms around his own shoulder.

 

Tatsuha had watched him down one beer after another, and then hard liquor as if it were water. The monk in him knew the man was getting hopelessly drunk and that he should have said something, but yet, he allowed Ryuichi to lose all awareness of his actions. Deep inside, Tatsuha wanted Ryuichi to get so stoned that he would do just about anything.

 

“Just call K,” The singer slurred, giving Tatsuha a breathtakingly beautiful smile.

 

“Where's your cell?” The monk asked wincing. He wanted this chance to take the idol home, but couldn't force it either. So he did his hest to frisk him, without seeming too conspicuous about it. The feel of Ryuichi's lean muscles almost made him gasp aloud.

 

“It's not by my dick… that's for sure.” Ryuichi slurred and smiled again, tripping and making them both fall.

 

“Here… I'll look for it.” Suguru offered casually rolling his eyes, then looking through the man's pockets, Tatsuha frowned annoyed, he had forgotten all about the stupid brat.

 

“Why don't you get going? I'll take Sakuma-san home. You got an early day tomorrow… I mean this morning. Oh- my- god, look at the time!” Exclaimed Tatsuha feigning nothing but good intentions, but Suguru knew better and gave the monk an accusing glare in answer to his comment, and went though Ryuichi's jacket next.

 

“I want Kumagoro-chan…I know, let's go to Shu's place!” Ryuichi yelled suddenly, pulling Tatsuha in the direction he thought Shuichi lived.

 

“It's late Sakuma-san, he's probably sleeping.”

 

“Ooh, do you think he's doing yummy things to my Kuma-chan?” The glint in Ryuichi's eyes gave Tatsuha the chills.

 

“I don't know.” Tatsuha swallowed, imagining a few yummy things he himself wanted to do to a certain pop idol.

 

“His cell is not here, he must have left it at the studio.” Suguru interrupted, “Do you know K-san's number Sakuma-san?” Ryuichi thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

 

“No.” he pouted, “Let's go to your place, uh...”

 

“Tatsuha.” The monk reminded Ryuichi his name for the hundredth time that night, after the singer got so stoned, he couldn't even remember his own name. “We can't, Tohma and Mika will kill me.” He knew he could actually take him to their place, and they would most likely contact K, but the monk had other plans in mind, and didn't feel like explaining anything to his overbearing sister. “Why don't we go to a hotel?” Suguru's face betrayed his hurt, then his anger and disgust. He knew exactly what the young monk was implying.

 

“That's a great idea!” Ryuichi hiccupped, putting his arms around Tatsuha's neck, and kissing his cheek like a little boy. The teen almost passed out from the sensation the idol's lips brought to his body.

 

“If you take him to Tohma-kun's place…” Tatsuha shot Suguru a glare before the boy could finish the sentence.

 

“Shut up!” he was beginning to get annoyed by the over jealous kid. “Why don't you go home and let me handle things from here on?” Tatsuha snapped, and Suguru deepened his glare, then shrugged and walked a few paces away to hide his frustration and humiliation.

 

Tatsuha waited until the nagging teen got into a cab and went away, before hailing one of his own.

 

“To the nearest hotel… decent hotel.” The monk snapped, handing the driver a couple of high bills. The man looked at them and smirked.

 

“You got it pal,” The driver chirped and off they went. Ryuichi fell asleep as soon as he set his head on Tatsuha's lap.

 

The teen looked at him lovingly; he'd never seen such a beautiful and peaceful face. The feelings that overcame him were almost alien to him. He'd never known love, devotion, trust, or friendship. The only feelings he's ever felt from his family, and the casual lovers he'd had back in Kyoto, could not even compare to this feeling he had no name for. Love and desire intertwined together, running through his veins and intoxicating the whole of him.

 

Tatsuha let his fingers thread along the soft brown hair. “Is he your man?” The driver asked, watching the heartwarming scene from his rearview mirror.

 

“Just drive!” Tatsuha replied coldly, hating the curious and mocking question.

 

Once at the hotel, he and a groggy Sakuma Ryuichi went up to the “only room left” according to Tatsuha… a suite.

 

“Kyaaa… what a big bed!” Ryuichi chanted throwing himself on it arms wide open, “Mine is bigger though, I need lots of space.” He added happily

 

 

“Yeah well, tonight you don't, I'm not sleeping on the floor or the couch, so we're sharing the bed.” Tatsuha said, cool on the outside, but melting on the inside. Not even in his wildest dreams he could have conjured such a scenario. He turned to see what his idol was doing, since he had fallen silent. And his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he laid eyes on the form of a stark naked Sakuma Ryuichi standing on the bed, facing him, not even two feet away.

 

“I sleep naked!” The happy go lucky man stated, hands on hips, smirking down at the sitting teen. Tatsuha could swear that his nose was bleeding, if it wasn't, his blood must surely all be in his head, because it felt as if it would explode. How in the hell was he to pass up this Kami given golden chance!?

 

“Me too…” The monk husked, getting on the bed and crawling to Ryuichi. The singer watched him curiously without moving. Tatsuha stopped not two inches from the man's sex… hard sex. With all his might Tatsuha tried to contain himself, but the more he thought about it, the less he saw the need for it.

 

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Ryuichi asked, his lightheaded tone gone, and replaced by a horny husk.

 

“I might be…” Tatsuha dared a sly look at the beautiful face, with the huge green eyes staring down at him. A lopsided smirk played on Ryuichi's full lips. They stayed like that for a moment, each waiting to see what the other would do. Then Ryuichi brought both hands to hold Tatsuha's face firmly, and he lowered his own face to meet the teen's shiny black eyes.

 

“Didn't your mommy ever tell you never to tease a drunken man?”

 

“I never listen to my mommy.” Tatsuha husked, and with that, he closed the distance and devoured the man almost savagely. They rolled around the bed and onto the floor, tearing at each other's hair and clothes, biting lips, earlobes, and everywhere they could reach. Tatsuha had never been involved in foreplay as savage and intense… and he liked it.

 

What was proving very hard, was his ability to hold his passion at bay. He was almost to the point of bursting, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted to roll on the floor kissing every part of Ryuichi's lithe body forever.

 

“I've never been bottom.” Ryuichi breathed roughly against Tatsuha's lips, and that almost sent the teen over the edge, forget about lasting any length of time once they moved on to the hard core phase of their union

 

“God you're beautiful!” Tatsuha breathed back, nipping Ryuichi's lower lip, and pushing him, changing their position with him being on top. “I've never been bottom either, and you're drunk and I'm not, so I'd say I have the advantage here.” Tatsuha sucked the man's earlobe and with a shaky hand, grabbed the man's rigid sex and stroked roughly. Ryuichi let a loud moan escape his lips in that heavenly voice of his, and then pushed Tatsuha, once again regaining the top spot.

 

“Vicious little boy!” The singer husked, ripping Tatsuha's pants and flashing a mischievous smirk, before turning around and plunging the monk's engorged shaft into his mouth. Tatsuha couldn't even think straight as indescribable pleasure took over his body. He let out a chocked moan, and devoured the glorious member above him dripping pre-cum on his face. It didn't take long for Tatsuha to lose it. His orgasm hit him with an intensity he didn't know could possibly be achieved. His body trembled and tingled from head to toe. Tatsuha set his black eyes on the scene below, and the mere erotic sight of Ryuichi lapping at his still hard shaft as if it were a lollipop, sent him over the edge again, his hot seed shooting all over the singer's face, making the man laugh like a little boy.

 

Ryuichi turned to meet his face; showing Tatsuha his own glistering semen dripping from his face. For as long as he lived, Tatsuha would never forget that moment, that face, that expression, that intoxicatingly arousing smell.

 

“Oops… I don't think you're in shape to do any fucking.” Ryuichi whispered against Tatsuha's quivering lips, allowing the teen to lick his own seed.

 

“Fuck away…” Tatsuha breathed, lapping at the creamy seed still. And no sooner said, than his legs were spread wide open and a searing pain took over his senses.

 

XXX

 

Yuki dialed again, “Shit!” he cursed aloud. That had been Shuichi, he wasn't sure at first, but when the singer started cursing and yelling, the mangaka recognized the sweet voice he had fallen for. The phone rang, and rang for what it seemed an eternity.

 

“What the fuck am I doing? And what the fuck were you doing answering Tohma's phone?!” Yuki snapped at the phone as if it would tell him what he needed to know “Answer dammit!” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, and after what it seemed like forever, Yuki threw the apparatus, breaking it into a thousand pieces as soon as it hit the wall.

 

“Fuck!” He stood cursing, and began pacing the room, running his hand again through his blond hair. “What the hell do I care?” The mangaka snapped stopping, and lighting a cigarette, then throwing himself back on the couch. “I have no time for this shit! I have to deal with Mika.” He took his cell phone out of his pocket, and dialed his sister's number. After there was no reply, Yuki hanged up and dialed another number, “I got no time for this!” He snapped as he waited… again.

 

“Eiri!?” Mikka's voice answered almost immediately.

 

“Has Mika called you?” He snapped.

 

“She's here with me.” Yuki almost sighed in relief. He didn't care about her one way or the other, but he would not have anything happening to her in his conscience. After his distraught sister's call, he had no choice but to get involved.

 

+++ Half an hour earlier+++

 

“Eiri here.”

 

“Eiri,” Mika's voice came from the other end.

 

Yuki rolled his eyes, “What is it? Haven't you caused me enough grief?” He admonished sternly.

 

“It's Tohma.” Mika cried.

 

“Something happened to him?” Yuki managed to leave his alarm, and worry aside and sound as impartial as always.

 

“No, he… just went into that boy's apartment with him.” And she broke down; leaving Yuki to wonder what the hell she was talking about.

 

“Calm down!” Yuki snapped, “What are you talking about? What boy?”

 

“That Bad Luck boy!” Mika sobbed barely intelligible words, Yuki wondered how the hell she found out about him, and at the same time was relieved that it wasn't anything “serious”

 

“Is that's what you called me for? I'm sure your husband just paid him a business visit. Go home and take a pill or something.” Yuki yawned, eyeing the time.

 

“At one o'clock in the morning?” The woman tried to regain her composure, but was failing miserably.

 

“I don't know how your husband operates, but I wouldn't read too deep into it if I were you.” Yuki yawned again, feeling an unbearable urge to hang up.

 

“… they were… they were holding hands!” Mika said lowly, as if deciding to tell the truth just now. Yuki's eyebrow perked, then he smirked at the irony of it.

 

“Were you following him?” Yuki asked almost laughing.

 

“Yes.”

 

“I'm sure he's got his reasons; just go home and ask him when he gets back. Why are you calling me anyway?” Yuki felt like an idiot giving his sister advice, trying to console her from the pain a man- he himself had loved over and over- caused her.

 

“Are those the same reasons he had to visit you?” Yuki's eyes opened wide… what the hell? She couldn't possibly know about them… could she?

 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He asked after a long pause.

 

“I know all about you two.” Yuki froze, “And I also know that Tohma has a line just for you… so call him Eiri, call him now. You owe me!” She almost screamed the words. For the first time Yuki was rendered speechless. How, when, since how long had she known? “Are you going to deny it?” Mika asked coldly.

 

“I'm not going to ask how you know, nor am I going to apologize. I have nothing to do with the problems between you two.” Yuki spat as coldly.

 

“How typical. I wasn't expecting anything from you, but you will tell me what I need to know. Are they lovers?”

 

How would I know? And what would you do if they were?” Yuki wiped his forehead, realizing in annoyance that he was sweating.

 

“Call him Eiri. Tell him to come home.”

 

“Fine, I'll call, but I'll have you know that he doesn't always answer.”

 

“Just do it, and don't tell him that I know.”

 

“What are you planning?”

 

“That's none of your business.” And the line went dead.

 

XXX

 

Yuki stared at the phone for a long time before dialing the number he had called so often not too long ago. Then Shuichi had answered and said those bitter words, and even though he didn't want to admit it … it hurt

 

“Where the hell are you Tohma… where the hell are you?

 

XXX

 

Shuichi stood outside Hiro's door. He toyed with the idea of not telling Seguchi-san about Yuki's call; god knew he didn't have a valid excuse for answering the man's phone. He also knew however, that his boss would find out sooner or later, and the later he did, the worst off he would be. Arming himself with valor, Shu took a deep breath and knock on the door.

 

XXX

 

Tohma's soft moans filled the room. Hiro held on to the slender hips as the blonde man rode him up and down with maddeningly slowness. Hiro had given up all hopes of doing the right thing and cut the man loose. All he wanted was to feel like this forever, to look at Tohma's beautiful face, and to hear the sound of his soft voice, and most of all, he wanted to hear those three stupid words he didn't know he craved for so much.

 

“Hiro...,” Tohma rasped speeding up his pace. Hiro could tell his lover was close to climax; he wanted to see, again and again, that intoxicating expression. “Promise me that you won't leave me no matter what.” Tohma whispered, moaning in between words.

 

“Why'd you say that? I couldn't even if I wanted to.” Hiro was close to release himself but wanted to prolong the night for as long as possible. He closed his eyes to shut out the boyish face that could take him to heaven with one look alone. “I don't know what spell you cast on me Tohma Seguchi, but you're stuck with me.” Hiro couldn't help opening his eyes, to see the youthful face brimmed with happiness.

 

“I'm glad.” Tohma smiled and threw his head back releasing a deep moan announcing his orgasm.

 

“Damn you're beautiful!” Hiro grabbed the back of Tohma's head and brought it down to meet his lips for a quick aggressive kiss, and with a few thrusts into the tight embrace of his love's insides, he climaxed as well, making his moan, a little louder than he should have.

 

“Hey!” Tohma laughed, “Do you want the whole building to know what we're doing?” Hiro laughed as well, kissing Tohma's lips once more.

 

“We should get some sleep, at this rate; I'll be falling on my face tomorrow at the studio… damn I'll be like… Shuichi!” Tohma threw his head back in laughter.

 

“Or worse… like Ryuichi.”

 

“Noooooooooooo!” Hiro screamed shielding his face, feigning fear. A knock on the door interrupted their moment.

 

“Great, I woke up Shuichi for real! He'll be a real bitch in the morning.” Hiro mumbled getting up and putting on his pants, Tohma got under the covers. “I'm going to kill him.” He waited for Tohma to be situated and opened the door. Shuichi stood there, looking like a lost little puppy. Hiro rolled his eyes.

 

“If you say something dumb I'm going to kick your ass,” Hiro warned, meaning every word. If Shuichi interrupted his love making session with Tohma just to be obnoxious, he was going to make sure that his friend went to work limping.

 

“I have to tell Seguchi-san something.”

 

“And what would that be?” Hiro raise a brow.

 

“I mean, you know, I kind of have a message for him.” Shu fidgeted.

 

“A message, from whom?” Shuichi looked to one side as if afraid to say it. Hiro's curiosity perked up even more.

 

“What is the message?” Tohma opened the door wider, wearing nothing but pants. Shuichi turned away with a small blush gracing his face.

 

“I'm sorry Seguchi-san,” Shuichi bowed low, “ I didn't mean to meddle in your business, It's just that… it was making so much noise, and I thought it could be an emergency…I'm really, really sorry.”

 

“Shuichi-kun,” Tohma snapped sternly, “Calm down,” then smiled warmly once he got the singer's attention, “What is it so important that it couldn't wait until the morning?”

 

“Well… Yuki Eiri-san just called. He said to go home. Is about his sister, he said d you'd know what he meant.”

 

“Eiri?” Tohma wondered aloud. He walked past them to retrieve his phone, dialed, and waited. “What is it Eiri?” The producer listened for a moment, then his face obscured in such a way, that it made the two friends exchange worried looks. “I see, thanks for letting me know.” Tohma continued lowly, “What do you think I should do?” Another agonizing moment of silence, “I am asking you because she is your sister, I don't want bad blood between us… You know I love you.” Shuichi watched his best friend's expression closely, noting unmasked jealousy in the usually cool-as ice-face.

 

“How are you doing? I'm sorry you had to get involved in this,” another pause, “I'm glad to hear it,” Then he looked directly at Shuichi, “Yes he's here, would you like to speak to him?” And yet another heart wrenching pause. “Alright, I'll most certainly see you tomorrow.” Tohma hung up up.

 

The producer walked back to Hiro's room and entered it, coming back out a few minutes later fully dressed. Hiro and Shuichi had not moved an inch from where they had stood all along. Tohma kissed Hiro quickly on the lips and walked toward the front door.

 

“Tohma!” The long haired man called, “Is everything alright?” He asked concerned. The blonde man nodded, smiling warmly.

 

“Yes, I just need to close one chapter of my life, in order to begin another one.” And with those soft spoken words he went out the door.

 

XXX

 

The two best friends stood staring after him for a long while. Shuichi was the first to break away from the spell; he turned to his best friend with a fiery look in his eyes.

 

“Alright Hiro, are you're going to tell me what the hell is going on or what?” Shu asked accusingly.

 

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Hiro shrugged going back into his room. Shuichi followed him inside.

 

“I don't mean just now, I mean about the whole damn thing! Since when are you and Seguchi lovers? I thought you were supposed to hate him.” Hiro turned to Shuichi angrily.

 

“Since when is my life any business of yours?” He snapped

 

“Since always you asshole! We're best friends. That's what friends do-- care about one another.” Shu snapped back.

 

“Yeah… spear me! I can say the same about you. I know you've been hiding shit, like Sakuma Ryuichi. I know you have something going with him… it's so obvious! But unlike you, I don't pry my nose into other people's problems.”

 

“No it's not! I have nothing to do with him, or Tatsuha, I love…” Shu turned the other way before he said too much.

 

“See what I mean? You ask me to be honest, when you are the biggest liar of the two of us.” Hiro spat and walked back to the door and waited for Shuichi to leave.

 

“I love Yuki Eiri, but he dumped me, alright! There I said it, are you happy now?” Shuichi's eyes brimmed with tears. Hiro softened his expression, but didn't know what to say.

 

“I'm sorry man. I didn't know…,” Hiro murmured.

 

“Yeah, like Seguchi didn't tell you.” Shu spat.

 

“No he didn't, I really am sorry.”

 

“I'm ok.” The young singer answered wiping his tears.

 

“I guess we haven't been the best of friends lately huh?” Hiro came to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

 

“Guess not.” Shu smiled bitterly.

 

“You wanna talk about it?”

 

“No, not really, I vowed to myself to forget about that asshole. What I want to know is, how come you're involved with Seguchi even though he's married?”

 

Hiro sighed heavily, “I don't know, I just fell for him.”

 

“That's not a good enough reason to break up a relationship.” Shuichi begrudged.

 

“I know, but its not as black and white as you think, besides, you ought to thank me.” Hiro arched a brow as he spoke.

 

“Why is that?”

 

“Because since Tohma is seeing me, your Yuki Eiri is now available.”

 

“Tell me it's not true! Tell me he and Seguchi are not lovers like Suguru said!” Shuichi grabbed Hiro's shoulder and shock him as if he were at fault. Hiro grabbed his friend's wrists, and made him look into his eyes.

 

“Yes it is true, but that's all in the past, and neither you nor I can change it.” Shuichi's world turned round and round, he heard the words, but they wouldn't register in his brain.

He walked away slowly, and made his way into his own room. Hiro followed him closely and stood by the doorway watching his shaken friend closely. “You didn't think the man was a virgin did you?” Hiro asked carefully. Shuichi lifted his head and set his lavender eyes on his friend.

 

“Doesn't it bother you…? I mean, he played with me… they're playing with us, the both of them!” Shuichi let out defeated, his new hate for the blonde god rising anew.

 

“Love is trust; there can't be one without the other. If you cannot understand that, then you don't love, passion, attraction and desire is not the same.” Hiro continued lowly.

 

Shuichi shot a short ironic laugh at this definition. He wanted to believe this to be true, but he could not, especially after the way Yuki had misjudged him and disposed of him without even asking for an explanation, upon seeing his own brother kissing him.

 

“I wish I could think like you man, that just show me who the better man is.” Shuichi took the pink bunny on his bed and held it tight, the smell of Ryuichi, oddly comforting him. “I don't care anyway… its over,” he muttered bitterly; “I don't want to see that man ever again.”

 

Hiro watched his friend's pained expression for a full minute, before sighing and heading out the door.

 

 

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Tohma couldn't drive fast enough to Eiri's place without killing himself. Once there he slammed the door of his car and threw the key forcefully to the valet not caring that he hit him in the face with them. He pressed the elevator button with alarming fury. Seguchi Tohma had never been so angry in his entire life, or more accurately, he had never shown it to this extent before. The elevator doors finally opened, he went in and pressed for the top floor. He began pacing back and forth as soon as the doors closed; he needed to gain control of himself, to calm down before he did something he would regret later. Breathing in and out a few times, his thoughts began to collect, as the elevator made it to the top floor; he was confronted by Mika as soon as the doors opened.

 

“You came.” Mika whispered.

 

“Didn't you call?” He replied tightly, restraining himself from slapping her.

 

“Is it so wrong of me to worry about my own husband?” She said with a hint of sarcasm.

 

“What do you want Mika?” Tohma asked coldly.

 

“Where were you?”

 

“We both know that… apparently.”

 

“Why… since when?” Mika's tone went from a detached whisper, to an anguished one.

 

“Mika,” Tohma brought his hand to the bridge of his nose, and held it between his fingertips there. “I am not here to give you any explanation of my actions,” He raised his eyes to hers. “Where is Mikka?” He asked, remembering where they were.

 

“Out.”

 

Let's go inside… we need to talk.” He motioned towards the apartment.

 

“Yes we do.” Mika muttered going on ahead.

 

“Sit down.” Tohma requested softly once they were inside. Mika complied silently, she had been so angry; she had so many questions that demanded answers, so many things to say to the man who now stood in front of her, melting her heart as he always did when he was near.

 

“I don't want us to fight anymore Tohma,” Mika began softly.

 

“I don't see why we should,” The blonde man replied nonchalantly. “Eiri told me a few things…” Mika winced inwardly, cursing her own stupidity for trusting the bastard would keep his mouth shut.

“That saves us some time don't you think?” He waited for her to say something, but since she didn't, he continued. “I'm not going to apologize, because I am not sorry. I'm not going to ask for forgiveness, because I don't need it,” Another wince from Mika made Tohma pause, “Eiri is one of the people I love the most in this world… and now Hiro. I'm not going to explain why, because is none of your business.” Mika opened her mouth to say something, but Tohma raised a hand to stop her. “Mika I love you as well, but not the way you want me to. Our marriage was never supposed to happen. It has never been a marriage, and its time we both admit it and move on.”

 

Silence filled the room. Mika's chest constricted in her chest, her world shattered into a thousand pieces, and her vision clouded with tears.

 

“Are you saying that you regret being with me?' Her voice barely was above a whisper.

 

“No, I'm not saying that, I do not regret knowing you, I do not regret the time we lived together, what we've learned from each other. But I do regret the weakness, and selfishness, that kept me from doing this sooner.”

 

“And all for some teenager who you only just met?” Mika spat.

 

“He isn't the reason; he only opened my eyes and gave my will the push it needed to finally do the right thing by you.”

 

“The right thing… What makes you think this is the right thing, and what makes you think that I will make things easy for you?” The pain was slowly receding, and was being replaced by anger. Mika would not let Tohma slip though her fingers. He belonged to her, and no matter who he bedded, at the end of the day he always came back.

 

“You don't understand Mika; it is over, whether you want to accept it or not. We can do this the easy way, or we can go through hell together… the choice is yours.” As the words sank in, Mika realized that for the first time, Tohma meant every single word. They had gone through this before—of course not as severe—and always she ended up changing his mind. Tears fell freely from her eyes and onto her lap, she shut her eyes tightly to try to stop them, but there was no use. Before she could realize it or stop it, her sobs filled the room. Tohma came to her and knelt by her side, resting a hand on her knee and the other one took her chin.

 

“Let me go Mika,” Tohma whispered imploringly, “I don't want it to be bad between us.” She shifted her eyes to his, and what she saw in them told her that this battle was lost. Putting her arms around his neck one last time, she buried her face in his shoulder and cried her heart out.

 

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A/N: Well there you have it… one Mika out of the picture… or is she? <.< >.>

What will the future bring for Tohma? I know many of you are booing, because he got out so easy… or did he? <.< >.> But if you think about it, this story is not about him, and I was beginning to focus too much on what was supposed to be a secondary pairing. To whoever likes long fics, I assure you there's still plenty to go around, I'll run out of Gravitation Song titles before I run out of twists and turns. Be patient with me peoples, I'll get to Yuki and Shu soon enough.

 

Next Stop: Rockin' Station: It marks the beginning of the fourth part of this tale. “Shuichi” yes you guessed it, Tohma and Hiro will be thrown to the back burner to give way to the other couples on the stove.

 

Drama, drama ok, not so much drama on the next one. The bands finally get together to do the `actual recording' and a few surprise meetings will occur, other than that… drama, drama. Don't miss it!!