Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Drive me High ( Chapter 25 )

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

 

For mature readers only!

 

Chapter Twenty-three: Drive me High

 

Tatsuha shut off the TV. It never ceased to amaze him how everyone was so drawn to Shuichi. Hell, if he weren't' so in love with Ryuichi he himself might be another one of those morons after his behind… yes, that included Ryuichi as moron number one.

 

Why couldn't his idiotic brother eat his bullshit pride and get back with Shuichi? The way he saw it, that was his only chance to get back with his bunny-wielding god.

 

Ever since he left Ryuichi's apartment the night before, he had not had a moment's peace. Just remembering the two singers back in Hokkaido, the way they hugged and kissed each other, it was enough to make his blood boil. But that aside, Ryuichi's outburst from the night before left Tatsuha little doubt that the singer was done with him. That nothing special had ever gone on between the two. And the worst part was that Ryuichi had told him so from the start, but like the moron that he is, he'd gone and believed that they had a chance.

 

Tatsuha sighed deeply, throwing his head back on the couch he stared at the ceiling. He was only seventeen for crying out loud! He should not be having these issues; he should be enjoying his youth, making friends… being normal. The door opened, he turned to it and stared at his sister, who just stood there looking like a living corpse staring back.

 

“How was your day?” She asked in a monotonous low voice, Tatsuha could tell it was from all the crying she'd been doing.

 

“Fine I guess, not that you give a crap.” He replied dryly.

 

“Believe it or not I do care, I have a dead brother, and a estranged husband, you're the only one I have left.” Tatsuha looked at her, fighting the urge to laugh at her hypocrisy.

 

“Dead brother you say?” He repeated instead, “… so you know?” Mika seemed shocked by the question.

 

“Do you?” She asked stunned.

 

“Eiri doesn't exactly hide it.”

 

“He told you?”

 

“No, but he doesn't deny it, neither does Tohma.” Tatsuha stood to go get something to eat… or to get away from her, he couldn't decide.

 

“What else do you know?” Mika stopped him.

 

“I have no time for this… I thought you wanted to hear how was my day?” He walked towards his room.

 

“Eiri is getting married.” Mika blurted, Tatsuha turned to his sister.

 

“Who told you that, she did?” He asked incredulously.

 

“Yes, Eiri gave her the go ahead when they went on that trip. She was supposed to be in some show tonight, but she pulled out to be with our dear brother.” Tatsuha tried not to look as shocked as he was. If this was true, all possibilities that the blonde asshole would get back with Shuichi were completely gone, and so would his hopes to win Ryuichi back. Shuichi will be devastated when he finds out, and Ryuichi will be right there to comfort him. Could his life get any worst?

 

“Why do you think I give a crap?” Tatsuha muttered looking away.

 

“Help me Tatsuha, help me squash them.” Mika implored.

 

“Squash who?” The monk turned.

 

“Bad Luck, I mean those two, Nakano Hiroshi, and Shindou Shuichi.”

 

“Don't include me in your quarrels, besides, why would you want to squash Shuichi?”

 

“Not me Mikka, we believe our dear Eiri has been a little more promiscuous than I thought.”

 

“So in other words you want to squash Eiri through Bad Luck's perky singer… don't bother, Eiri don't give a fuck about him.”

 

“And this he told you?”

 

“Did you tell Mikka about Eiri and Tohma?” Tatsuha avoided the previous question realizing he said too much.

 

“Of course not! She's not even willing to believe about the kid, let alone my husband, besides, she doesn't need to know.” Mika finished.

 

“I like the way you grieve. Let me give you a piece of advice, forget the man and enjoy his millions. That's what any other hurt and humiliated dumped woman would do.” Mika eyed her younger brother for a moment, her expression unreadable, then her features softened and she looked as if she would cry.

 

“They poisoned you so much, and I let them!” She came to him and held him, leaning her head on his chest.

 

“Oh please! Don't play self righteous now that I don't need you.” Tatsuha removed her limbs from his person and guided her out of his room, locking himself in it.

 

XXX

 

Ryuichi turned off the TV. He had almost called the station when Shu talked about him and Kumagoro. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have hesitated, but he wasn't in the mood tonight. He'd gone to Tatsuha's school, to find out -through K—that his beautiful monk had been absent. Ryuichi cursed himself all day long for misplacing his cell phone who knows where. And instead of being worried about it falling into the wrong hands, he was upset, because he would not be able to call Tatsuha. He asked K to comb the city if necessary to find it, but if the blonde American ever did, it may be too late. By then Tatsuha might think he didn't want him anymore… and he couldn't wait for that to happen. He wanted to hear that husky voice whispering in his ear right now!

 

He went to the kitchen, got himself a beer and sat on the couch to think what to do. He stared at Kumagoro, sitting neatly on the same spot his love had so many times in the past few weeks.

 

“I can't take it anymore!” Ryuichi yelled bringing his hands to cover his face, “Why do I like him so much?” He asked the inanimate plush, “He's not even that nice!” The fight they had in Hokkaido because Tatsuha had been such a jerk came back to him. And although it had felt pretty good that it had been out of jealousy, still, he wished the gorgeous monk were a little more sympathetic towards others.

 

But even with all his very noticeable personality flaws, the youngest Uesugi had already won his heart, making his infatuation with Shuichi seem like miles away.

 

“That's it! Maybe Shu has his number!” Ryuichi perked up remembering that his -now best friend—had been the one who entered Tatsu's number in his phone's directory to begin with. The stressed singer dialed the only number he new by heart and waited impatiently for Shu to reply.

 

“Shu-chan here,” A cheery voice greeted him.

 

“Shu-kun!” Ryuichi almost yelled.

 

“What! I can't hear you, speak louder.” The voice continued.

 

“It's me Ryu, “ Ryuichi found that his heart was beating fast.

 

“Ah got `ya! I'm not available at the moment, but if you leave me your digitz, I might get back to you… mwhahahahaha!” A beep came and Ryuichi almost threw the phone from anger.

 

“That's not funny Shu… clever, but not funny” Ryuichi spoke, “I need Tatsu's number, I lost my phone… call me ok?” Ryuichi hanged frustrated; Shuichi most likely was still at the TV studio. The phone rang immediately—not his temporary cell, but his home phone instead—

 

“Tatsuha!?” Ryuichi yelled into the apparatus.

 

“I don't know who that is, but he must be pretty important to get that tone out of you.” A female voice laughed.

 

“Aiko, oh… hey!” Ryuichi replied disappointed, blowing a stray lock from his face. He should have known, the only ones who had his home number were his parents, Aiko and Yoshi, “So, what's up?” He continued trying to cover his worry.

 

“Who's Tatsuha?” Aiko pressed curiously.

 

“My boyfriend.” Ryuichi answered hoping it were true.

 

“Ooh! You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!”

 

“Do I have to?” Ryu said crossly, not wanting to discuss Tatsuha with her.

 

“Did I caught you at a bad time?” Aiko asked sensing the stress in her brother's voice.

 

“Yeah, kind of… I'm sorry ne?” Ryuichi apologized.

 

“It's fine, I just wanted to tell you that I got your package, and that Aki is dying to see you.”

 

“How is he?” Ryuichi asked warming at the mention of his nephew.

 

“Oh just great! You know, bragging about you as always.”

 

“I'll go visit when I'm not so busy.” Ryuichi lamented not having the will to even do that right now.

 

“Ok… bring Tatsuha.” Aiko joked, “Yoshi would love to meet him.”

 

“I bet, but let me tell you, he's a lot better looking than Yoshi.”

 

“Really? I definitely have to meet him now!” Aiko replied mischievously.

 

“I love you sis…” Ryuichi whispered feeling a bit better. She never failed to cheer him up at times like this. Even back then, when he bowed to hate her for taking his most precious person, he could not, he loved her too much.

 

“I love you too little bro.”

 

“Hey! I'm only younger by two minutes!” Ryuichi yelled in his obnoxious, little boy Sakuma Ryuichi vocalist of Nittle Grasper voice.

 

“That still makes you younger, I have two whole minutes more of wisdom on you.” And she hung up before he could retort.

 

“Dummy!” Ryuichi smiled putting the phone down, “Oh, I'll let you see my baby… you'll be so jealous you'll want to give Yoshi back to me.” Ryuichi shifted his eyes to Kumagoro mischievously, picturing Tatsuha's face while he orgasm. He felt a lot better now, and a lot hotter…Oh Shu… hurry up and call…

 

XXX

 

Shuichi sang Grasper's most popular song “Sleepless Beauty” The incident with Suguru miles away. The kid had had to sing Glaring Dream just before, and Shuichi and Hiro had laughed at him for a solid half hour, that ought to teach him to mess with him. His phone went off, and he had the urge to see who it was—a bad habit he'd not been able to break—As soon as the song ended and he did his little show off dance, and went back to his seat scrolling down his messages.

 

“Ryuichi would cry from emotion had he heard me!” The singer quipped as he looked at his phone's screen.

 

“From a stomach ache you mean!” Hiro laughed, “Don't laugh at the boy… that's cruel, we all know you can do it better!” He turned to Tohma who was covering his mouth to keep from snickering and kissed the top of his head.

 

“You two are seriously disgusting.” Suguru said eying the two lovers, taking the words right out of Shuichi's mouth.

 

“Shut up, you only say that `cause you are all alone in the world.” Hiro smirked wrapping his arms around Tohma and running his tongue over the side of the producer's face. Tohma just rolled his eyes but welcomed the show-offy affection nonetheless.

 

“Better alone than in bad company.” Suguru retorted sticking his tongue out disgustedly.

 

“Shut it you two…hey Ryu just called!” Shuichi exclaimed upon hearing his latest message.

 

“And that would be big news… because?” Suguru rolled his eyes.

 

“Because Ryuichi and I straightened things out and are now nothing but very good friends… not that you would understand such a complicated concept.” Shuichi retorted back with a grin.

 

“What! he doesn't have the hots for you anymore?” Hiro added sarcastically knowing very well the answer to that. Shuichi turned to him maliciously.

 

“It's your turn man.” He stated tightly, hoping Suguru didn't start asking questions.

 

“Don't worry about me,” Suguru said as if reading his mind, not sounding convincing at all.

 

“Hey, the guy's a jerk, you're too good for him Su-chan.” Hiro patted his band mate's shoulder.

 

“So Ryuichi and Tatsuha are together for good then?” Tohma asked.

 

“Well, not exactly, they had a fight, and Ryu is kind of bombed about it.” Shu conceited eying Suguru apologetically.

 

“I see, this is very unlike Ryuichi. I can't say that I approve completely, but… I'm glad Ryu decided to settle down.” The producer continued sincerely.

 

“You think they'll have any problems?” Hiro asked.

 

“Not by me, and certainly not by Eiri, Mika and his mother are an entirely different matter though, let's not forget Ryuichi is sixteen years older than Tatsuha.

 

“You can hardly tell. Tatsuha looks like an old pervert.” Shuichi defended the love choice of his second best friend.

 

“I guess if they can hide it until Tatsuha turns eighteen it'll be alright.” Tohma reasoned.

 

“Why does love have to be so hard!” Shuichi shouted pulling his hair. “I better call him.” He sobered up and dialed. “Hey Ryu… I see you misplaced your phone again.” He listened for a bit covering his other ear to shield the noise, “I can't hear you, I'm with the guys right now… hold on I'll put you on speaker.” He did.

 

“Which guys?” Ryuichi's voice came alive.

 

“Hiro, Suguru and the boss, who else?” Shu replied.

 

“Hey everybody!” Ryuichi chanted. “So do you have it?” He asked not waiting for a reply, nor wasting any time

 

“I thought you were going to his school today.”

 

“I did, the lazy bum skipped.”

 

“Ryu, you didn't let anyone see you?” Tohma interrupted worriedly.

 

“Of course not! I might not be an expert at chasing High School boys, but I know that much.” Ryuichi stated.

 

“Good boy,” The producer sat back relaxed.

 

“You think he's still mad?” Shuichi asked curious.

 

“He hasn't call me… c'mon Shu, give me his number already! Every second counts!” Ryuichi whined frustratingly.

 

“I don't have it anymore, I erased it off my phone.” Shuichi said regretfully.

 

“Why would you do that!?” Ryuichi whiled.

 

“Well, he got me mad.”

 

“He's staying at my… I mean at Mika's place, you can try calling there.” Tohma interrupted again.

 

“Tohma-kun you don't have his cell phone number?” Ryuichi asked hopeful.

 

“Not on me, I'm sure Usagi has it at the office,” Tohma replied, “Call him at Mika's if you can't wait for me to get it tomorrow.” The blonde producer continued feeling sorry for his friend, he'd never seen him so frantic before.

 

“Give me her number.” Ryuichi accepted the offer. “Do you think Mika will be mad if I call?”

 

“That I don't know.” Tohma conceded.

 

“I'll take the risk…” Tohma gave him the number and after a few more words the urged singer hung up to call his love.

 

“You can actually hold a half serious a conversation with him… unbelievable!” Suguru said as the line went dead.

 

“I've said it once, and I say it again… man, the kid must be good.” Hiro let out shaking his head, “So, were you after his brother like that?” Hiro turned to Tohma.

 

“Hiroshi!” Tohma warned through his teeth, shifting his eyes to Shuichi.

 

“Don't fret over me, I'm fine, why is it that everyone thinks that I cannot even hear his name… like I care. Yes Hiroshi-kun he is good in the sack, and he's got a big dick too. Maybe if you're good Seguchi-san might let you try him on your own. I'm sure Uesugi-sama would accommodate you.” Shuichi stood and went to the karaoke machine and inserted a token, looked for a song and began singing; the three remaining at the table said nothing for a few minutes. Tohma gave Hiro a disappointing glare.

 

“So… would you let me?” The longhaired man joked in an attempt lighten the mood. He wished people would stop feeling sorry for Shuichi, he knew him best, and knew that his perky friend hated to be pitied.

 

“Hiro!” Tohma hit him hard on the arm.

 

“Why not?” Hiro laughed, Suguru rolled his eyes and shook his head.

 

“Hey, if he won't talk to him to clear things up, he has to get over him right? Trust me, I know him better than anyone. He'll either beg Yuki-san for forgiveness eventually, or he'll move on. Either way we can't walk on eggshells around the matter, that won't help.” Hiro explained seriously.” Besides, we have that `other' matter to worry about, we have to prepare him for that” He looked at Tohma, who required no explanation.

 

“Yeah, but you don't have to be so blunt.” Suguru said in his disapproving, fatherly mode. “What other matter?” The teen asked curiously

 

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Hiro replies setting his eyes on Shuichi, “ but in any case, trust me… I know him best.”

 

XXX

 

With each thrust, the face that he was fighting so hard to forget became more vivid. So much so, that the female moans vanished, giving way to the soft gasps that had taken him to the edge so many times that night.

 

“Eiri…” The annoying feminine voice intruded his fantasy. Yuki opened his deep hazel eyes, and set them on the brown ones staring at him with unmasked adoration below, “I…love…you” Mikka managed to mutter between gasps. Yuki winced and began thrusting harder to make it impossible for her to talk—didn't work—“Eiri…Eiri…” Mikka chocked close to release.

 

“Shhh, don't say anything.” Yuki begged, closing his eyes once more, invoking the face from the TV screen, hearing the contagious laughter he'd heard not a half an hour before. He quickened his pace willing his orgasm to come. One last vision of his angel sent him to the edge, throwing his head back, Yuki rode the waves of pleasure hoping that the nuisance under him would keep her mouth shut and allow him to enjoy this little piece of heaven that was always over way too soon.

 

Taking care of Mikka's needs first, always worked to his advantage, since, after he was done, all he wanted to do was get away from her as far as he could, and now was no exception. He rolled off her and lay on his back with his eyes close.

 

“Eiri…” Mikka whispered, throwing her arm across his chest, and leaning her head on it.

 

“Mmm…” He replied, miles away.

 

“I know when I want to get married,” This statement brought him right back to earth.

 

“When?” He asked a little too anxiously.

 

“On our anniversary.” Yuki raised a brow.

 

“Anniversary?”

 

“Yes, of the date of our first date.” Mikka stated as if it were obvious, “Don't you remember? The night of the festival, when you saved me from being bullied… you were wearing all black, and your hair blew to the breeze, you looked like an angel fallen from the sky.”

 

“Angel… fallen from the sky huh?” Yuki laughed at the irony of it, if she only knew that was exactly the same way he saw Shuichi.

 

“Yes, that happened on November 16th.” He was actually surprised she even remembered. Although he remembered it a little differently; that had been the day Tohma told him that Mika was `pregnant' and that he had to marry her.

 

“That's little over a month away.” He observed remembering the fuzz the woman had made about having the biggest wedding in history.

 

“I know, we don't have to have all the pomp after all. I just want to be your wife, that will be enough.” Yuki set his eyes on her … it will do me good… it will do me good… his mind screamed over and over.

 

“That's a relief!” He tried to sound relaxed, even though he was feeling so constricted he could cry. The one thing he had always counted on was his freedom, if he lost that… what would be left for him?

 

“We'll have a very nice and elegant reception, but in a much smaller scale. I want you in a white tuxedo…Oh my god, that would so bring out your hair and eyes, you'll look like an angel!” Mikka gushed.

 

“Angel…I want an angel,” Yuki let out in the smallest whisper, with a bitter smile.

 

XXX

 

The phone rang in the distance, waking Tatsuha form his light sleep. He turned the other way trying to shut the noise out-- with no success-- the insistent ring would not cease to throb in his ears.

 

“Where the fuck are the maids?” He mumbled under his breath. Finally, in what it seemed like an eternity, the infernal ringing stopped. The young monk tried to resume his slumber, but after tossing and turning for a few minutes, he resigned himself to spend yet another sleepless night and got up.

 

“I should eat something,” he mumbled to himself, his last meal had consisted of a few sushi rolls, but that had been hours ago. He looked around for any of the maids, his sister, anyone, but the damned place was as empty as his life.

 

“Great… we're fucking millionaires, and there's nothing to eat!” The teen grouched after rummaging the fridge and the near by cabinets, not finding anything he could put in his mouth. He went back to his room, and sat at his desk getting his homework out from his briefcase.

 

“I should do some homework,” He said opening his math assignment, staring at it blankly, “Shit! I'm done for.” He sighed frustratingly. Academics had never been his forte. Mika's threats to send him back to Kyoto if he didn't do good came back to frustrate him even more. “I'm gonna have to get me a smart girlfriend,” Tatsuha smirked, but his joke wasn't as funny, as the many a times he had actually done the said deed.

 

“Fuck you! I hate you, you know that?” He shifted his black eyes to Ryuichi's image plastered on his wall, “I hope you and Shuichi get hit by a truck.” Of course he didn't mean it, he could never wish any harm upon the being he cared about the most. Just the thought of Ryu hurting was enough to constrict his throat. That inconvenience was only reserved for morons like himself who fell in love with people they could not have. At least Shuichi was in the same boat as he, and as sick as it may sound, that gave him some comfort.

 

The phone rang again. He contemplated whether he should pick up, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. He threw his math book aside, and took out his kanji exercises. At least that was one subject he was good at.

 

XXX

 

“Tatsuha… you idiot!” Ryu snapped as he turned the phone off. He was sure his black haired beauty was out with some guy. Just the thought of it made the singer want to hit someone. But thinking and getting upset about it wouldn't' do him any good. Ryuichi made up his mind. Getting up from the couch and running to the shower, he demised a sort of plan to get to his love.

 

After a few minutes, he run out of his apartment, wearing all black from head to toe, and a ski mask… and so, a Kumagoro-less Ryuichi Sakuma commenced “Operation get Tatsu-kun back”

 

X

 

Ryuichi parked his `inconspicuous' black Lamborghini around the corner from Tohma's apartment towers. He was actually surprised he still remembered how to get there since he hadn't been over in years. It was past one in the morning, so there was no one around. Ryuichi put on his mask and `inconspicuously” set out to stalk his love.

 

As soon as he came into the elegant lobby, a security guard approached him. Ryuichi smiled at the stern looking man and continued to make his way to the elevators—not realizing how suspicious he looked.

 

“May I help you?” The man asked blocking Ryu's way.

 

“Eh… yeah, you see, I'm here stalking my cheating wife, that's why I'm dressed like this.” Ryuichi replied sounding very sincere, stunning the man for a second.

 

“I am afraid I can't let you do that sir,” The guard didn't know what to do, whether to kick him out, call the police or just let him go and pretend he didn't see him.

 

“Why not?” The singer pouted, “ I'm not going to bother anyone, I just want to see for myself the man that bitch is banging instead of me… you understand right? I've given that gold digger three years of my life, and this is how she repays me!” Ryuichi sounded truly desperate and depressed. The guard's expression softened upon hearing the all too common dilemma.

 

“I understand, but sir, it is against our policy to let anyone into this building unless you show ID or are cleared by a resident.” Ryuichi looked about, and took the man's arm, guiding him away from the cameras, and the other guard at the desk.

 

“I'll be quick, I swear, I just want to see, I won't make a scene, they won't even know I'm here… see.” Ryu showed the man a digital camera he always carried-- in case he had to take pictures of cool fans. The guard seemed very uncomfortable and skeptical, but for some reason, he believed every word this `poor' man was saying. He didn't know why, but he even felt sorry for him, and wished he did find what he was looking for. The guard finally sighed.

 

“Alright, you have half an hour, if you haven't seen anything by then, I will come and escort you out… understood?”

 

“Oh thank you good sir! Both my lawyer and my pocket will thank you forever.” Ryuichi smiled so broadly, tears rimmed his eyes adding more credibility to his `sad story', the man shook his head and handed him a pass, with the exact time given, and the expiration time. Ryu took it, bowed quickly and went to the elevators.

 

Half an hour should be enough time, but still, he needed a plan to get Tatsuha to either come out form his apartment, or get him to come back home if he was out. He got out his `temporary' cell phone, and dialed directory; immediately finding a restaurant near by. If memory served him right, Tohma had around the clock guards at the entrance of the penthouse, so he would have to deal with them also.

 

Ryu came up with a simple plan he saw in a movie once, one that would only work if Tatsu was home, but if he wasn't, at least it would make the guards allow him to reach the front door, long enough to find out whether his love was in or not.

 

“Kyaa, you're too clever Ryuichi!” The singer patted himself on the back keeping a positive attitude, he'd never known defeat before-save the time Yoshi left him-- and he was not about to feel that way now.

 

…Ten minutes later he stood by the elevator watching a young man carrying a delivery bag.

 

“Wow that was quick! Are you sure the food is cooked?” Ryuichi smiled politely, the boy looked strangely, not knowing whether it was a compliment or a complaint. “How much do I owe you?” Ryuichi asked sensing the kid's discomfort.

 

“I thought this was going up to the pent house,” The boy said suspiciously.

 

“It is, I live up there, it's jus that I'm not supposed to have this stuff… doctor's orders.” Ryu said pulling out a wad of bills.

 

“Oh, I see,” The boy smiled, and handed Ryuichi the bill; he'd seen weirder stuff in these rich people's places. It made perfect sense. “Haven't I seen you before?” The boy asked, trying to get a closer look at the partly hidden singer's face.

 

“Sure, you've delivered to me a bunch of times… here,” Ryuichi handed him the tab money, plus a very handsome tip.

 

“Oh… thank you,” The boy watched the strange man go into the elevator and waved at him as the doors closed, he was sure he'd never delivered to him before, he would remember for sure. Shaking his head the boy counted the money and a gigantic smile adorned his features, making him forget all about `where' he'd seen the man with the gorgeous eyes before

 

XXX

 

The elevator door opened, and just as he had thought, there was a small -very classy- desk. A guard sat behind it looking down, most likely reading something. Ryuichi walked past him and towards the front door, completely ignoring him, hoping that the man would let him be.

 

“May I help you?” The man snapped getting to his feet, and coming to him. Ryuichi rolled his eyes, as the same scenario from downstairs played itself out.

 

“Yes, I have a delivery, for… eto… let me see, Uesugi Tatsuha.” Ryuichi replied reading the bill.

 

“I was not told of any deliveries.” The man said impassive, stepping in front of Ryuichi and glaring at him suspiciously.

 

“Well, I certainly wouldn't know anything about that, but I do know that if I don't deliver this food, is coming out of my salary. Look at this bill,” Ryuichi shoved it in front of the man's face, “Do you think I make enough to afford this?” The guard looked at him, and even though he looked suspicious, for some reason he believed everything this `poor' delivery boy said.

 

“Alright, but I'm coming to the door with you.” The guard stepped aside and let Ryuichi complete his task.

 

“If you like.” The singer smirked, and went to the door.

 

XXX

 

A doorbell in the distance woke him up. The monk rolled his eyes and turned the other way trying to ignore the insisting noise.

 

“Give me a fucking break!” The monk finally grouched and made his way to the front door. He passed Mika's room, and spied her thrown across her bed, fully dressed, with an empty bottle of booze on the floor, right below the limp arm that hung over the edge of the bed. He went to her-- telling himself that he wasn't concerned-- checked that she was still breathing, then took her arm and placed it neatly by her side, covering her, and leaving as silently as he came in, closing the door behind himself. Meanwhile, the doorbell hadn't stopped ringing, annoying the hell out of him. “Whoever the fuck it is, is going to get an earful from me!” He stomped the rest of the way wondering for the millionth time that night where the hell were all the maids. Again the infernal noise came, but this time, it came with a smell… the smell of food.

 

“If this is a delivery to the wrong address, I'm kicking somebody's ass, and I'm taking the damned food too!” Tatsuha grouched to himself as he threw the door open.

 

XXX

 

“Tatsuha's surprised face looked so cute. Ryuichi felt such a rush of desire, that it was hard to keep from throwing himself on the beautiful teen and ravage him savagely. He'd never wanted anyone like this, he thought he had wanted Shuichi, but he now realized that it wasn't sex what he had wanted from the younger singer. He saw something of himself in him, the fire that he used to have when he was Sakuma Ryuichi, front man of Nittle Grasper and on top of the world. Not even Yoshiki had invoked this wanting desire that threaten to eat him alive every time he set eyes on the black haired beauty.

 

“Ryuichi!” The teen exclaimed shocked—funny that even with the ski mask on, his cute monk could still recognize him—

 

“Delivery.” Ryu said raising the bag for Tatsuha to see. The monk shifted his onyx eyes to it, and then back to Ryuichi's own green orbs.

 

“Did you order this Uesugi-san?” The guard asked upon seeing the youngster's shocked face.

 

“Yeah,” He replied without looking at the man, he bowed and went back to his post without further comment. “It's a little late for dinner,” Tatsuha said coldly once the man was out of ear's reach. The anger he had felt towards the older man the night before coming back to burn a hole in his heart.

 

“I know, sorry I came so late, I went to get you from school, but you never showed up.” To this Tatsuha's eyes opened a little wider, as if he were surprised, but not wanting to show it.

 

“I did go, I got sick so I left early,” Tatsuha replied, “Did you have a good time with Shuichi?” The teen asked nonchalantly, not wanting to let Ryuichi warm his heart more than he already had. He was two seconds away from throwing himself at the singer and beg for forgiveness—even though he had nothing to be forgiven about in his view—

 

“Well, I did, and then I didn't.” Ryuichi let out remembering the reason for his visit. He looked for words to redeem himself to his love, but he found none.

 

“You did… or you didn't, which is it? Tatsuha arched a brow in that sexy way of his that gave Ryuichi chills.

 

“Can I come in?” Ryuichi asked shyly, he was still standing at the door holding the food. Tatsuha thought about it a second, then moved aside.

 

“Sure, Mika is out for the night.” He replied bored.

 

“Right, how is she?”

 

“Coping I guess, but you're not here to talk about her am I right?”

 

“Not really,” Ryuichi said lowly, and set the food down, he looked around the place; He hadn't been here in ages and yet, it looked so familiar. Turning back to look into the onyx eyes, he wished for the millionth time that he could just feel Tatsuha's arms around him, go to his room and take off all of his clothes and just feel his hot skin. But no, this time he would make it right, lust and passion could wait, he wanted Tatsuha to see that he wanted a lot more than that for them. “I'm sorry,” The older man blurted, realizing just then that he'd never apologized to anyone before… never had to, never felt the need to.

 

“Why are you sorry?” Tatsuha asked coldly, Ryuichi looked down, he had no experience dealing with these type of situations, all he wanted was for it all to go away, and things to go back to the way they were before the trip to the springs “Are you sorry because things got complicated between us, or is it because you don't like me anymore and don't want to be with me, or is it because I'm not begging like you're most likely accustomed to?” Tatsuha's eyes grew colder still. He had wanted to beg the man in front of him to forget it all and take him back, on any terms, but just the thought of him with Shuichi stab at his heart, making the Uesugi's foolish pride get in the middle yet again. “What is it that you're sorry abut Sakuma-san?”

 

Ryuichi's eyes watered, Tatsuha sounded so resentful that it overwhelmed him. He never intended things to end up like this, he'd never stopped to think about what Tatsuha felt, or that he himself would develop feelings for the boy. On top of that, he never stopped to think about the repercussions of his selfish actions. He had hurt Tatsuha, possibly beyond forgiveness, and here he was dressed ridiculously, carrying food as it this were a casual visit and not the most important and decisive moment of his life. Tatsuha's eyes didn't weaver from his, proving, waiting… but for what? He didn't know. After all, why would such a beautiful young man want a thirty-three year old has been? Tears made their way down his face and he could not stop them.

 

Tatsuha's expression softened, and suddenly Ryuichi fund himself engulfed by warm arms holding him tight.

 

“Don't cry Ryu. I'm happy you and Shuichi got together, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap, it's just that I got a bit jealous… we're still friends, so don't worry…ne?”

 

Butterflies kissed covered Ryuichi's head, and forehead. Tatsuha was apologizing to him! He had been the one who'd played with the teen's feelings, he had been the one who kept bringing anotherman's name into every conversation, he had been the one who'd taken this young boy's love for granted. And yet, Tatsuha was apologizing and comforting him! Ryuichi lifted his face and met those beautiful, engulfing black orbs.

 

“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to play with your feelings. I thought that we'd have fun and be done with it. But somewhere along the line I fell in love with you, and now… and now,” The words rushed out of him on their own and he could not stop them, “I love you and if you leave me I will die!” Ryuichi yelled at the top of his lungs, and it felt good, as if a giant weight had been lifted off of him. He hadn't uttered those words in so long, and he thought he would never again. It felt so natural…so right.

 

Tatsuha's face lost all its pretence of composure. A current ran through him, rendering immobile, he must be imagining things. Ryuichi couldn't be telling him that he loved him! All these years he had yearned to hear those words, from his parents, brother, sister, even from the random lovers he took, from anyone. And it was from this man, the most unlikely person of them all, that he finally felt needed. Tatsuha held Ryuichi so tightly that he felt the older man's bones pop.

 

“I love you too,” The monk whispered over and over, as he showered Ryuichi with kisses on every part of his face. Tatsuha's heart felt as if it could not contain all the love he felt for the man in his arms.

 

The two kissed long and deep, nothing existed but the two of them. The taller teen swept Ryuichi off his feet and took him to the fireplace, setting him down gently to light the fire. He had dreamed of this very scenario a thousand times, and tonight, he would make it real.

 

The fire came to life. Tatsuha came to his love and again kissed him tenderly, pushing him softly to lie back on the fluffy carpet by the fireplace. Slowly, he removed the skintight pants and turtleneck, and languidly kissed every inch of Ryuichi's soft skin. There was no rush, no overflowing passion that needed to be quenched. Only love, and Tatsuha would show this man just how much love he felt… slowly.

 

“When I was a little boy, I used to pretend that I was you,” The monk breathed, kissing the length of Ryuichi's neck up and down. Caressing along the side of Ryu's lean body with one hand, and holding the smaller man's hands above his head with the other. Ryuichi sighed deeply; enjoying the sweet unhurried pleasure only this boy was able to give him. “Then, when I grew up, I didn't want to be you anymore, I wanted to be with you,” The hand that caressed the side slowly made its way to the center of him, lingered there for a few moments, just long enough to elicit a deep moan from the older man, and then slide to the inner tights to probe his legs open.

 

“And now you have me… all of me.” Ryuichi murmured opening his legs wide to surrender himself.

 

“And you have me.” Tatsuha came to kiss Ryuichi's hot lips. The singer unbuttoned Tatsuha's shirt with trembling hands and ran his hands over the young hot flesh, then bringing them to unzip his pants and freeing the thing which had turned him into this boy's slave.

 

Tatsuha parted his lips from Ryuichi's, throwing his head back, from the pure ecstasy one touch alone could bring. The sight so unbearably sensual that Ryuichi had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. Fueled by the erotic view, the singer stroked the engorged shaft, slowly, kneading the tip every time he came to it.

 

Tatsuha was very rapidly reaching his limit, he wanted to take his time, but on the other hand, he felt the need to be inside the tight passage that drove him wild more than anything. It was almost suffocating… this need. He ran his hands over Ryuichi's stomach, chest, tweaking his nipples, feeding on the moans and shallow breaths the man elicited as if his life depended on it.

 

“I can't” The teen rasped, and moved down Ryuichi's body, swallowing him whole.

 

“Ah… god,” Ryuichi held Tatsuha's head to keep him from sucking too hard, or too fast. He wanted to savor this moment, but the monk was having none of it, he ran his tongue, the length of the pop god's member, from the root, to the tip, flicking his tongue rapidly once it reached there.

 

“You drive me crazy little boy,” Ryuichi managed to gasp shaking his head from side to side; literally feeling his hot seed make its way out into the light.

 

“Not crazy enough,” Tatsuha rasped just as needy, rolling his eyes back as the hot essence of his love filled him.

 

Ryuichi's loud, climatic pleasure cries were not even over when Tatsuha opened his supple legs wider and entered paradise incarnated… they were finally one, not only body, but heart and soul as well.

 

“Ah… no matter how many times I do this… it never fails to send me to heaven… so hot… so tight… god I can't stand it.” Tatsuha plunged all the way to the hilt, and then pulled out slowly, increasing speed as the pressure inside him built.

 

“I love you,” Ryuichi mouthed voicelessly, and everything exploded inside, and he fell limp on the heaving body below.

 

 

“I wish I could chain you to me.” Ryuichi sighed satisfied after their heartbeats returned to normal. Tatsuha threw his head back in laughter—real laughter—for the first time in his life, he didn't see the need for the shield he'd erected around himself, he didn't see the need to pretend anymore, he could just be him … Tatsuha Uesugi, not the monk, not the pretentious and sarcastic prick who kept his defenses in place always because he was too much of a coward to allow himself be hurt, but just… him.

 

“We'd look funny,” He replied rolling over, and bringing the smaller man closer to lie on his naked flesh.

 

“Who cares?! I already look funny carrying Kuma-chan around.” Ryuichi laughed.

 

“Ah… about that, you can't carry the both of us, so you'll have to decide, the cute bunny, or this fine specimen of manliness,” Tatsuha asked seriously pointing at himself with his thumb.

 

“The manliness! I chose the manliness!” Ryuichi laughed like a child, “But you gonna have to carry Kuma-chan for me then.” The singer reasoned trying to keep a straight face.

 

“Ooh yeah… masculinity at its peak.” The monk sighed, nodding his head and tapping the tip of Ryuichi's nose.

They fell silent, holding each other, listening to their beating hearts. Tatsuha caressed Ryuichi's head, threading his fingers through the soft brown locks, and Ryuichi drifted contently into peaceful and satisfied slumber.

 

“Hey!” Tatsuha nudged the groggy singer. He sat up rubbing his green eyes, “About that dinner?” The monk asked in cue with a ferocious roar that came from his stomach. Ryuichi's eyes opened wide, then he threw his head laughing.

 

“I thought you'd never ask.” Ryu said finally, after his stomach hurt so much from laughing. Tatsuha got up, took Ryuichi in his arms, then lowered the singer to reach for the take-out bag, he did, and together, they went to the teen's room.

 

XXX

 

A/N; I think this must have been the most detailed sex scene in the whole fic… I don't know, you tell me. Finally Tatsu and Ryu are together for good! So, there shouldn't be any excuses for Yu and Shu to get back together (key word here shouldn't)… but wait, there are MIKKA THE BITCH! I grit my teeth just to think about it. Grrrrr.

What other adversities await our “would be lovers” next? (don't worry, not too many)

 

Now that Ryuichi and Tatsuha are together-together, we'll focus on the other two… honest^^

 

Next Stop: No! Virtual The Oricon chart is out!! How will our favorite band (after Grasper of course) fair against the titans of pop, and let's not forget Costa-san? You'll have to read it to find out. Plus: What would you do if you were compared to your best friend, or bitter rival? Well, you'll never guess what Shu will do.