Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Blood (Part I) ( Chapter 28 )

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

 

Another ridiculously long chapter (Bad Bloo, bad!!), I just can't seem to be able to cut my chaps at a cliffhanger, suspense ridden point, that will make you guys pull your hair out until the next one. Instead, I'm giving you clues to what comes next at every turn… I tell you! You better appreciate it peoples… ye`er!

 

Now, this has been by far the most difficult chapter I've written to date. There are actually two versions of it. On the first, I made Yuki look like some kind of lost little whiny girl, and the sex scenes were bad—they still are kind of blah—(but I told you guys I have a hard time writing Yuki&Shuichi sex) However thanks to Ashcat and her very insightful advice, I was able to make it a tiny bit better. There are a lot of changes in this version, I even knixed a couple of parts and added others (I hope I made you proud Ash-sama T_T)

 

Well, I guess I'll let you guys decide which version you like best. Whoever wants the other version, email me and I'll send it with the quickness.

 

Anyways… Enjoy.

 

 

Chapter Twenty- Five: Blood (Part I)

 

 

 

The rain pounded her body mercilessly. She didn't know where she was or how long she'd been wandering the streets. All she could hear were Eiri's moans and his voice calling another's name.

 

“Why?” Her tears mingled with the raindrops pounding her face. The answer was so simple, so obvious, and the worst part of it was that she had known all along. She had felt it deep in her heart but had ignored it. Eiri didn't love her, never had. He only held on to her out of fear of being alone, out of cowardice. He had allowed her to fall in love with him so deeply that she could not possibly see herself with another, all the while knowing that he would never return that love. He had deliberately played with her trust and devotion, aware that she would never mean a thing to him. His selfishness knew no boundaries, his cruelty so natural to him that it was like a second skin. And he… that punk! Came along so casually, to claim in mere months what she could not achieve in years.

 

“I saw it, I saw it all!” She whined to the sky, she'd seen it from the start. How Eiri looked at the bastard, how he softened his eyes ever so slightly every time he heard his name! She'd seen it all. Even Mika tried to warn her, but she refused to acknowledge it. And now there was no hope, it was too late to save the man she loved from the claws of that devil.

 

“I won't let you,” She looked up to the sky, “I won't let you go on and be happy with him while I'm miserable and alone… we'll be miserable together.” Mikka Costa vowed to the rain, to the stars… to anything and anyone who could hear her. “I'll live to make you miserable.” And with her new determination, she headed home to wait for her man.

 

 

XXX

 

Yuki awoke to find himself tangled in a mess of limbs and warm skin. He felt as he hadn't in years, relaxed and refreshed. Turning to the one next to him, he indulged for a few minutes longer on the warmth that seemed to emanate from his every pore.

 

Carefully, the confused mangaka peeled himself away from the pink haired man-- who was practically on top of him—and watched as he sighed contently and snored away softly. A small smile eased on Yuki's features, as he remembered the night before. He'd been so turned on by Shuichi's raw actions that he had let go of his guard and allowed his petty desire take over... regretfully so. How am I going to get out of this one? Yuki asked himself disconcertedly.

 

The mangaka went to his closet and pulled his favorite pair of jeans. For a moment he thought he could smell Mikka, but then again, that was impossible.

 

“Must be guilt” He chuckled sarcastically, annoyed at the fact that he had even thought of her. Putting on his pants, he walked out of the room quickly, keeping his eyes away from the bed, lest he'd go back and relish on that fragrant skin against his better judgment. He made his way to the kitchen and began his daily routine as if nothing. He smoked a cigarette, made himself some coffee, and went to his sanctuary to begin his days' work.

 

Once in front of his drawings, he stared at them for a long time, as if deciding what to draw next, he looked at each panel again and again, but was not seeing them at all. Instead, all he could see was that pink haired moron on his bed, smiling in his sleep and making all kinds of cute sounds.

 

“Fuck… I can't do this.” Yuki admonished frustratingly, mussing his own hair. It had taken so much effort to finally resign himself to marry Mikka and forget Shuichi had ever been a part of his thoughts… to have it come down to this. One night was all it took to break him apart.

 

“Since when am I so weak?” He ran his hands through his hair one last time, and hanged his head thinking on what to do. He couldn't possibly go back to Mikka and have Shuichi as a side lover. Neither of them deserved it, he had almost killed himself when Tohma married his sister. And for that, he swore never to put anyone in that position, he knew Shuichi wouldn't be able to stand it… and neither would he.

 

“What the hell am I going to do?” Yuki sighed confused. It would have been so much easier had he been a man last night and kicked the beautiful singer out the door. “I don't even know what is it that I feel for you.” He spoke directly to the drawing in front of him. But that too was a lie, he did know what he felt, and it scared him. He stood and went back into the kitchen, got another mug and filled it with steaming coffee; it was no use pretending that things weren't messed up, and prolonging this any longer. He'd take the cowardly way out, and let Shuichi decide. After hearing how things stood, if the singer was smart enough, he'd would be the one to end it.

 

XXX

 

 

Shuichi awoke to the hearty aroma of fresh coffee. The night before was a little fuzzy and he could not remember for the life of him how he'd gotten home. He vaguely remembered getting drunk with the guys, and declining their offers to bring him back home.

 

The sunrays bathed almost his entire room. It felt warm and comforting. Shuichi inhaled deeply, and the hearty smell of coffee mingled with other nice smells --he could not place-- made him feel so at ease. The young singer smiled mischievously as he remembered the awesome dream he'd had.

 

“Damn, I should get drunk more often!” He laughed to himself, stretching his achy muscles, and turning to the side, away from the sunlight bothering his eyes “ Damn! I must have really danced the night away, I don't remember being in this much pain since my prom.” He whined at the same time as his eyes opened wide in shock, even before realization hit him, he found himself staring at his own image plastered on the wall. Black wings spread wide, red sky bathing his half naked body… He sat up and looked around in fear.

 

“Yuki's room!” He exclaimed gravely, more out of shock than fear itself. There were things scattered around on the floor, there was even some broken glass.

 

Slowly, things began coming back. He remembered getting so upset and heartbroken when he heard Yuki's marriage announcement. He had gone out with the guys, and gotten drunk out of his mind, he remembered coming to confront the blonde tyrant, and… Fear gripped him as he suddenly remembered everything.

 

“I hit Yuki!” Shuichi whispered fearfully, focusing his eyes on the tiny pieces of glass shimmering on the floor.

 

“Yeah… and you bit me too, you bastard.” Yuki's deep monotone intruded his thoughts. Shuichi turned sharply and set his eyes on the figure of the tall mangaka leaning on the doorframe, holding two mugs of steaming coffee. Wearing nothing but a worn out and torn pair of jeans. A hot shiver run up his legs and ended at his loin with a delicious pain that wanted to be fulfilled-- in spite of his fear— he ran his eyes over the lean figure of the man who was turning his life upside down, and could see the half moon mark his own teeth had imprinted on Yuki's shoulder, and a hideous black eye that hurt just to look at. Shuichi felt vile come up his mouth… I hurt Yuki!

 

“I…I'm” Shuichi couldn't even form words to describe how sorry he was. Yuki walked calmly towards the bed, and set the mugs on the table next to it. He stood ominous looking down at the defenseless younger man with an unreadable expression, Shuichi gulped loudly, but then the mangaka did the unthinkable! He leaned and kissed the pink haired singer's lips, running his tongue slowly over them, tasting… teasing.

 

Shuichi's lavender eyes melted at the contact, and without asking how or why, he draped his arms around the blonde god's neck, and returned the kiss in full.

 

“Don't tell me you forgot what happened last night Shindou Shuichi?” Yuki asked nonchalantly, breaking the kiss abruptly, as if regretting ever starting it. Shuichi didn't know what to make of it, should he be happy? Should he be prepared to be thrown out of Yuki's apartment like a thief? He was scared, and yet, just to hear his name from the godly lips was enough to send him to heaven. “You almost killed me!” The mangaka reproached sternly. “Look at my eye!! How in the hell am I going to show my face at work?” Shuichi gulped preparing himself for the worst. “I should give you a black eye! See how those screaming teenagers that make such a big fuzz about you like it!” Yuki tried to sound threatening, but just wasn't there, that usual spite and carelessness were simply not there.

 

“Well, I remember the sex well…” Shuichi joked hesitantly, testing the waters, feeling a little tingling in his stomach just to think that Yuki might not be mad. How many times had he fantasized being like this with the man of his dreams?

 

“Damn! And here I was hoping I had to refresh your memory.” The mangaka kissed him again; letting his hands wander over Shuichi's naked skin. Yuki pushed him gently to make him lay down on his back, and caressed up and down his side with gentle fingertips, then his thighs, running his fingertips softly over the tender and most sensitive skin on the inner thighs, skipping the singer's growing need. Shuichi threw his head back, breaking the suffocating kiss, letting the pleasure washing over him numb him.

 

 

Yuki watched Shuichi's face, relishing in his blissful expression. He had wanted to regain some semblance of control over the situation, to show the younger man just who was boss, to go on with his false pretence of unrequited love and lay down the law. But just one look at those lavender eyes made him forget all his resolve, and surrender to his desires… again. The fact was— as much as he hated to admit it— he was utterly obsessed with this young, pink haired, obnoxious and breathtaking man.

 

The mangaka uttered a soft moan of his own, feeling the sweet pull to his loin as his need grew by the second. He nipped and lapped his way down the young singer's body slowly, making Shuichi shiver violently as the sensations took over his unaccustomed body. And the more reaction Yuki got, the more his need to see that angelic face contorted in ecstasy grew. It all got to be too much too soon, the mangaka's descent stopped, and did nothing but willing his pulse to come down for a full minute. He wanted to enjoy the pained expression the younger man was rewarding him with, without the overwhelming need to fuck him `till he died. He wanted to make this as it if were their first, and most likely their last time.

 

 

Shuichi felt Yuki pull away, felt the cold air in the places where Yuki's mouth had been. He looked at the blonde god, and watched him breathe in and out, as if he'd been running and was trying to regain his breath. His expression was of course unreadable, but Shuichi didn't care, he was not afraid anymore, he somehow knew that Yuki was fighting some sort of inner demons, just as he had the night before. Shuichi vowed to somehow, make Yuki see that he didn't have to fight alone, that he was, and will always be there for him.

 

The singer brought his hand to touch the blonde mane, to run his fingers through it, but was halted by Yuki's hard gaze as he came out of his dream. However, that gaze changed from cold to animalistic in a matter of seconds; the man of his dreams smirked and ran his tongue over his upper lips slowly. Shuichi gulped loudly, never had he seen anything such an erotic expression in his entire life, but that expression too, was gone as fast as it'd come, and was replaced by his usual expressionless mask. Yuki's tongue ran the length of his hard shaft torturously slow. Shu let out a loud throaty moan, and thrust his hips forward in anticipation.

 

“If you want it … ask for it,” The mangaka husked, barely able to contain himself. Shuichi mouthed something that sounded like `suck me' and that was all the blonde man needed. He ran his tongue in slow seductive circles over Shuichi's hardened nipples, never taking his eyes off his feverish face, feeling the trembling of the smaller man and savoring every second of it. The singer's moans got so loud that it was becoming almost impossible for Yuki to remain composed.

 

Shuichi pushed the blonde head towards his erection with both hands almost desperately.

“I can't take it… I want you inside.” He begged breathlessly. Yuki let out a small moan and closed his eyes to calm his increasing passion. Just the sound of the angel's voice was enough to send him over the edge.

 

“You want me to suck you, or fuck you… which one is it? Yuki rasped, stroking Shuichi savagely, and watching the singer's member get moist with anticipation.

 

“God… I want it all…” Shuichi begged as if in pain.

 

What's the rush?” The blonde man managed to rasp with a half smirk, watching Shuichi's gleaming shaft twitch. “I didn't get to spoil you last night.” Yuki came down and tasted the glistering essence gathered at the engorged tip, and the younger man's body went into convulsions.

 

Yuki could barely contain himself, Shuichi's choked moans were so arousing, so animalistic and sensual, his strong, masculine scent so intoxicating. Shuichi grabbed his blonde head none too delicately, and pushed it down again.

 

“C'mon… suck me… please.” Shuichi pleaded, and Yuki could do nothing but comply. He swallowed him whole, devouring him as if his life depended on it. He could not get enough of him of his moans, his skin, his warmth. All these time of denying his desire to possess Shuichi, the frustration of wanting him so much, yet knowing that it should not be, came rolling into this very instant, he didn't care anymore, let it all go to hell, he'd worry about it later, right now…he wanted to get burn... by Shindou Shuichi's fire.

 

Shuichi's back arched, and his head shook from side to side whispering incoherent words of love. The boy's hands grabbed his head, searching for anything they could hold on to.

 

“I can't…I have to…” The young singer gasped. Yuki came up and claimed his lip roughly, demanding everything the younger man had to give. “I can't… take it… anymore” Shuichi managed to breathe into Yuki's mouth.

 

“How many times do I have to tell you, that you can, and you will… take everything I have to give.” Yuki rasped breaking the kiss, and returned to his previous task. Shuichi fought the urge of letting everything go and fall into sweet climatic oblivion, but was losing the battle fast.

 

Yuki's mouth left his member a few seconds later, and the singer almost cried out at the loss of him. Shuichi opened his eyes and fixed them on his blonde god. Their eyes met, and Yuki's honey eyes didn't seem his own; so intense, so raw. Shuichi `d never seen such an expression.

He watched as Yuki sucked two of his own fingers in the same violent way he had sucked his needy sex. The mangaka then brought those fingers to Shuichi's mouth and encouraged him to follow his lead. He did, and devoured those digits as eagerly as he could, never taking his eyes off the man he loved.

 

Yuki groaned and pull them out, replacing them with his mouth. Shuichi sucked at his tongue, nipped his lips, lapped at them in the same desperate manner. Yuki parted the younger man's legs, and slowly inserted the wet digits into him. Shuichi let Yuki's mouth go and threw his head back, giving a silent scream of ecstasy. Again Yuki's mouth swallowed him whole and sucked him in perfect rhythm with his probing fingers.

 

Shuichi reason left him completely. All he could feel was his boiling blood rushing though his veins, and the incredible things Yuki was doing to him. He could feel every hair in his body rise, every pore swell. Without any warning, everything got too overwhelming for his tortured body to take, and with one final long and throaty moan, Shuichi's body spasm and the sweet pleasure took over. Arching his back and clenching Yuki's hair to hold on, from the falling sensation he felt, the singer fell limp on the bed.

 

Yuki watched the singer writhe in pleasure as he drank every drop of him; it was all he could do not to climax himself. Just the sound of the younger man was enough to make him go mad. With one rough movement the mangaka parted Shuichi's legs as wide as they could go and entered the tight passage once more, closing his eyes and trembling from the intense pleasure that took hold of him. He smirked satisfied at hearing the scream of pain the younger being uttered; this was too good… how could he possibly give it up now?

 

 

 

He threw one of Shuichi's legs over his shoulder, and holding the other as far wide as it could go, he came down to reclaim those intoxicating, swollen lips. Shuichi's knee almost touched his chest, and even though the singer seemed in pain, his shaky arms tightened around his neck as he returned the kiss, their tongues wrestled with one another, their teeth bit the other's lips to the point of drawing blood. Yuki broke it before his last bit of conscience left him, and set his cold eyes on the gleaming lavender ones. They held each other gaze just like that for a while; the singers' hot and shallow breaths against his face fueling him to go on. How could someone who knew nothing about him, trust him so completely? That he didn't know, but he did know, that he could not show this boy how much he could control him with his body alone.

 

“I'm going to move,” The mangaka whispered and pulled out slowly, almost all the way out, already feeling dizzy.

 

“It hurts,” Shuichi grunted, as a stab of pain gripped him. He wondered mildly, how long it would be until he got used to it, but his answer didn't take long. The pain began melting into pleasure, as the steady rhythm of Yuki's hips increased in speed.

 

Yuki kept his hard eyes on the face below, refusing to miss any of it. He wanted to be able to remember every second, every small change in Shuichi's flushed face, to invoke every moan, every gasp… everything. Gently, the mangaka brought the lighter man to sit on him as he knelt on the bed, never taking his eyes of the beautiful angel's face. Grabbing the singer's slender hips and bringing them up and down slowly, Yuki breathed in an out, fighting the orgasm that was approaching too fast to blow his mind.

 

“Yuki…” Shuichi's fingertips caressed his face ever so gently with one hand, while his other arm held on to him tight. Yuki took another deep breath to calm himself, to will his overwhelming pleasure to allow him to enjoy this young body more. “I love you…” The singer mouthed barely above a whisper how come? Yuki thought… how can you? I've caused you nothing but grief… and yet, here you are caressing me so lovingly, allowing me to become one with you, to touch your most private and precious places.

 

Yuki threw his head back; he let out a hoarse moan, as white flashes of pleasure washed over him, taking him higher and higher. He fell back on the bed, bringing Shuichi to fall on top of him. Never had he experienced anything like this. To him pleasure had been just pleasure, but this, this was something all together different which he did not understand… and he loved it.

 

 

 

They lay in silence for a long time. Shuichi was still lying on him, his pink head lay on his chest, as if he were hearing his heartbeats, and it didn't bother him like it did with Mikka, and even Tohma sometimes, this time, it felt… nice. He didn't feel like getting up and leave as he'd usually would, but he'd be damned if he ever admit it aloud, especially to this simple minded, beautiful jerk. He tried to sit up, but was stopped by Shuichi's satisfied voice

 

“Yuki,” Shuichi's looked up and met the honey colored eyes.

 

“Hmm?” Yuki didn't feel like talking; although he knew sooner or later the honeymoon would be over and he'd have the shameful task to tell his pink haired seraph about his plans, and disappoint him once more. He didn't feel like dealing with it just now, if ever. He met the lavender eyes as well and found that just looking into them made him feel warm… was this what women mean by cuddle? What the hell am I thinking!? Yuki hardened his gaze

 

“I'm so happy I could cry, but I'm afraid this is all a dream and I'll wake up alone in my bed.” Yuki didn't say anything, another long pause, that didn't seem to end. “Why did you run away from me?” The singer finally asked the question he feared most. Yuki didn't reply, and suddenly sat up and ravaged the singer savagely, pushing him off of him, and to lie on his back, he began kissing and nipping his way down Shuichi's abused body again.

 

The singer could do nothing but to smile like an idiot and brace himself for another mind numbing experience.

 

… It's all right, I can wait until you're ready to open up, I can wait forever, for now, just hold me and love me like this and that will be enough…

 

 

XXX

 

 

Tohma stood at the door looking as regal as ever. He had an air of tranquility and contentment about him that made her want to cry.

 

“Come in please,” Mika said as casually as she could manage, stepping aside to let the man who used to call this place home in.

 

“I came to see how you're doing. As awful as I been with you, I want you to know that I care for you deeply and I am very worried,” Tohma replied, and although it was a soft and concerned tone, it also sounded fulfilled, a tone she hadn't heard in years—if ever. Was he really so much happier? It almost brought tears to her eyes.

 

“I know you care, I'm just a bit down. You did just leave me for a man.” She tried not to sound contemptuous, but she could not, the resentment towards that gold digging bastard was just too great to hide. Tohma looked at her with those tender eyes of his that could literally read her soul.

 

“I'm sorry I've made you suffer, I truly despise myself for using you the way I did, and I truly wish things were different, but we both know that our relationship could not go on much longer the way it was.” Mika halted a hand not wanting to hear any more. It was all just too painful.

 

“Do you want some tea? I have to make it myself since I gave the staff the day off.” She smiled trying to sound dismissive.

 

“I'm fine, thank you,” Tohma smiled back, “I really need to know that you are doing fine.” He added sincerely.

 

“And if I'm not, are you going to leave him and come back to me?” She let out sarcastically.

 

“You know I won't, but I don't want us to become enemies, I care for you, for your brothers, and I don't want to sever myself from any of you… especially you.”

 

“You care for my brothers… especially me. Don't make me laugh!” Mika spat.

 

“Mika please, I told you before that I will make no apology for what I did, and I require no explanation for what you did, I just want a clean slate and start being friends… true friends.” Tohma implored. The guilt was eating him away; he never realized how much he cared until now. He needed, in order to be happy with Hiro, to know that both Eiri and Mika didn't hate him. They were the only family he had, and as silly as it may sound, he wanted their blessing.

 

“For what? So that you can clean your conscience and live a happy go lucky life with that leech who all he wants is your money and influence?” Mika's tone rose.

 

“Hiro isn't like that!” Tohma lashed back and stood, offended and mad for letting her get the better of him with her low blow.

 

“Oh please! Think about it Tohma, why else would he be with you?” Mikka grabbed on to this little glimmer of hope to make him see the grave mistake he was making. “ I looked into your `boy-toy' he's never been with a man before… lots of women, but no men. Tell me it's not convenient to realize you're gay when the most powerful man in music business want you?”

 

“I am not here to discuss my relationship, I came to see you and to talk to you about us, but I see that it's still too soon.” The producer turned to leave.

 

“About us? What us? You already took care of that. But mark my words Seguchi Tohma, if I can't have you, I'm going to ruin you, see how much your Hiro wants you once you're in the street with nothing but the clothes on your back!” Tohma regarded her for a long agonizing moment.

 

“If that is what it takes to make you happy… you can have it all.” The blonde producer smiled sadly and went out the door.

 

“No… Tohma wait!” Mika screamed and ran after him.

 

 

Tohma stood waiting for the elevator, he had wished for things to go smoother, but of course he had hurt her deeply and that was too much to hope for this soon. He heard her run towards him.

 

“Please Tohma, I didn't mean it, I just… I just love you so much that I can fathom the thought of losing you… please come back to me, things will be different, I'll change, I'll be whatever you want me to be, we can work it out… Tohma please!” She fell on her knees crying. It tore at his soul to see her like this, but he could not let his pity change his mind as it had so many times in the past. He had a whole life ahead of him, one that he wanted to share with Hiro, and no amount of guilt could change that.

 

He knelt with her and wrapped his arms around her holding her tight. She cried and cried for who knows how long, but it was all right, it was the least he could do.

 

 

Mika cried and cried and it felt good, being in his arms like this for the first time in so long, their whole lives together went through her mind making her realize what she already knew… they were not happy, she had created an illusion of happiness that she could no longer sustain.

 

Finally, she let him go. Tohma stood, kissing her head tenderly like a father would to his daughter.

 

“I'll come back to see you soon. I'm going to call the staff to come back, and I'll be asking Tatsuha everyday if you're eating properly.” And with a last tender smile, he left. The man of her dreams, the only one for her, went away for good.

 

 

XXX

 

 

Hiro hanged up cursing, he had waited up for Shuichi all night, but his friend never came home. That morning Tohma had called the taxi company offices demanding to have Shuichi's driver call back, he hadn't of course, and here he was worried sick. He'd called everyone, from his parents to Ryuichi and even Sakano. In the state the hyper singer had been in last night he worried that he could have done something crazy.

 

The door opened and he dashed to it hoping to see a wet and dirty--but all right-- Shuichi walking through it. His winced aloud when he saw Tohma walk in.

 

“Hey, don't be so happy to see me!” The mogul joked. “I take it Shindou-kun hasn't come home yet.”

 

“Nah, no one knows where he could have gone. How did it go?” Hiro came to his lover and kissed him lightly on the lips.

 

“Better than I expected, although we did not talk about divorce.” He conceded.

 

“I told you it was too soon.” Hiro remarked looking at his watch.

 

“Stop worrying so much, he's a big boy and can take care of himself, besides, you're making me jealous.”

 

“Sorry, I just can't help it… I know him and I know what he's capable of.”

 

“Would it make you feel better if I called the police and report him missing?” Tohma asked not really meaning to do that, the scandal would be one they could not afford right now.

 

“Of course not! I'll give him some time. I'm sure I'm just drowning in a glass of water.”

 

“That's my man! Now come here and show mw what you're capable of…” Tohma guided him to the couch.

 

“Hey! I thought you were going to be all down after talking to your wife… you're horrible Seguchi Tohma.” Hiro smirked and followed his lover.

 

“I am down, that's why I need this to feel better.”

 

“You're horrible…” Hiro smirked, undoing the croc designer belt off his love...

 

 

XXX

 

 

“Oh my God! Look at all this!” Ryuichi ran into the studio yelling, carrying a stack of newspapers. Pictures of them at last night's show plastered the front pages.

 

“So much for the state of the country news… I can see where the press' priorities are.” Suguru rolled his eyes, but took the papers nonetheless and paged through them, feeling a bit uncomfortable being alone with the older man.

 

“ TV and radio are talking about nothing else… oh yeah, and Yuki-sama's wedding too.” Ryu stated looking around, “Where's everybody?” The singer asked.

 

“Hiro just called, he's coming, but Shuichi still hasn't turned up.”

 

“Yeah, Hiro-kun called me this morning, I wonder if Shu went to Yuki-sensei's place” Ryu scratched his head.

 

“I doubt it, that knuckle head is too proud, I bet he's crying under some bridge. He'll turn up when his stomach growls loud enough” Suguru replied reading an article, smiling at the mention of his superb performance against Tohma.

 

“I guess you're right. I hope he comes soon and see all the good things people are saying about him. Lookie here!” Ryuichi took a paper from Suguru and paged through it, pointing a certain part to the teen. Suguru read it and had to laugh at the comment.

 

“Shindou-kun's new pink locks are sure to be the rage with the younger audience. Is Japan ready for the invasion of the pink heads?” Suguru read aloud, “ How is that good?”

 

“Oh, its good” Ryuichi nod seriously and gave him the thumbs up.

 

“So, where's Tatsuha?” Suguru asked offhandedly.

 

“In school.” Ryuichi looked at the younger teen for a full minute, making him feel stuffy. “Sorry Su-chan, but I think I love him more than you, and if I don't now, I will soon.” This statement took Suguru by surprise… did he know?

 

“What are you talking about Sakuma-san?” He asked uncertain.

 

“Please don't hate him. Hate me if you want, but don't stop being his friend, he likes you, he really does.”

 

“And this he told you?” Suguru said bitterly, letting go of his pretence.

 

“Yes, he said you're the only one who see him for who he is.” The teen felt as if a blow had been dealt him. If Tatsuha knew the truth, he would definitely hate him.

 

“I have no desire to discuss Tatsuha with you Sakuma-san.” Suguru put the papers down and left the room before the singer could see the truth behind his guilty eyes.

 

Ryuichi looked after him feeling bad. He couldn't feel guilty hard as he tried. He'd won Tatsuha's heart fair and square, and even if it was indecent being with the beautiful, underage monk. He was in far too deep to give him up.

 

“Sorry Su-chan…” Ryuichi whispered, “Sorry…”

 

XXX

 

 

Gasping and panting from hours of feverish lovemaking, the new lovers lay in bed exhausted. Yuki's eyes were closed and his face had such serene and satisfied expression, that it was hard to believe he could look as mean as he usually did-- It was as if he'd finally let off his guard -- Shuichi leaned on his elbow and watched him closely. Drinking in every detail of his lover's face, committing to memory every strand of golden hair as it lay messily on the white pillow.

 

“What made you change your mind?” The singer mutter lowly the question he did not dare ask aloud to the man --he thought-- sleeping below. He sighed and threw himself on his back, finally ready to surrender to sleep himself… god knew his body could not take any more abuse.

 

“I'm tired of running away.” The mangaka whispered after a long while, surprising the pink haired singer, “I've run for so long… and for what? To make myself and those around me miserable.” Shu leaned on his elbow again, and met the partly opened golden eyes.

 

“Running away from what?” Shuichi asked lowly, kissing the bridge of Yuki's nose. Yuki closed his eyes again and sighed.

 

“From myself,” He whispered after a few moments. It was the very first time he admitted it to another living soul.

 

“We all run sometimes,” Shuichi added, tracing Yuki's perfect nose with his fingertip. Another long lapse of silence passed. “The important thing is to know why we run and be able to stop and face our fears. Why do you run Yuki?” Shuichi waited.

 

“Because I'm a coward. Rather than to face my fears, I run, and I hurt people, and when I don't know how to deal with things, I run again. After a while it becomes so natural that I do it without realizing.”

 

“You don't have to run anymore,” Shuichi whispered back, trailing kisses over Yuki's eyelids.

 

“And who's going to stop me?” Yuki asked arching a brow; his eyes took his usual cold look, as if he'd just realized he'd said too much.

 

“The one who gave you that black eye!” Shu smiled and pointed at his handy work. Yuki brought a hand to it and winced painfully, omitting the fact that he had forgotten all bout it.

 

“About that? You do know I have to go to work and face the world looking ridiculous like this?” The mangaka stated “… It's gonna cost you,” The mangaka's eyes grew dark. Shuichi gulped genuinely afraid.

 

“Cost me what?” He asked scared. Yuki swooped him up, and threw him over his shoulder as if he weighted nothing, and ran so fast that Shuichi didn't realized what was happening until they were in another room, and he was thrown on a couch.

 

“Open your legs as wide as they can go… or else!” The mangaka commanded, he tried to sound menacing, but was failing to cause the desired impact. He remembered all the times he masturbated on that very couch, picturing the very being on it now. He'd never thought his fantasies would come true, but now that Shuichi was here, he'd play them all out… before you run away from me.

 

“Like this?” Shuichi did as told, and ran a hand through his hair, setting his eyes on the blonde man seductively.

 

“Yeah… just like that,” Yuki gulped, and promptly sat at his drawing table and began working quickly. He didn't have to look at Shuichi to draw him, he knew every inch of his body by heart; and even though he had trouble with his expressions in the past, these past few hours showed him everything he needed to know.

 

“What are you doing?” Shuichi lifted his head trying to look over.

 

“Who said you could move? This is punishment… punishment!” The mangaka snapped reprochingly, pointing a stern pencil at his model.

 

“Are you drawing me like this!?” Shuichi exclaimed sitting up, crossing his legs and covering himself. He'd been so turned on by the new location and the prospect of a new game that he hadn't noticed this was Yuki's studio. The place where all his masterful creations probably took place.

 

The singer stood quickly and walked to his pervert lover to see what he was drawing. But on the way he saw an EVA-00 model, a stack actual manga pages, and easels with drawings and painting in different stages of development. And before he knew it, Shuichi was like a bee fluttering over everything in the room, like a kid at a candy store drooling and not knowing where to start.

 

“Oh my god! This page was never published!” The singer exclaimed in utter joy, admiring a page of Kakashi-sensei fighting Itachi. Yuki's arms came from behind, and wrapped around his waist, lifting him and throwing over his shoulder. Shuichi laughed and begun hitting Yuki's back in weak protest, but the mangaka didn't even flinch.

 

The singer was helplessly carried back to the couch and thrown roughly on it. Taking both his wrists with one hand, and holding them above his head, the tall mangaka descended on him, and kissed him as roughly as he'd thrown him, waking his dormant sex. Yuki's citrine eyes deepened, as his expert tongue wrestled with his own, waking parts in himself, he didn't know could be awakened. The wicked blonde god broke the kiss as abruptly as he'd started it, and spread his legs far apart with a sure hand, and smirking as he began stroking him slowly—exactly the same way Shu had done but moments earlier.

 

Shuichi's breathing became heavy, the heat in his groin rose in intensity with every slow stroke. Yuki could bring him almost to the edge with such little effort that made him feel ashamed at how wanton he looked. Yuki's cold eyes never left his, his lips were so close, they almost touch, and every time Shu tried to kiss them, Yuki moved them away. Shuichi could feel his heart beating in his head as loud as a drum. The tantalizing pain he so loved right before orgasm was sneaking up to get him. He was so close to release, he could taste it. Closing his eyes, and arching his back, the singer waited for it with welcoming eagerness. Yuki let his wrists go, and stopped stroking him right at the sweetest moment. Shuichi moaned his complaint loudly.

 

“Don't stop…” The singer shocked, but the mangaka didn't seem to hear… or care. Instead, he took one of Shu's hands and set it on his wild pink mane, and went back to his table.

 

“Pu-nish-ment!” Yuki emphasized each syllable, his expressionless face, gave him an air of command. Shuichi pouted, but was enjoying this very much. Seeing Yuki go through so much trouble to look uncaring and uninterested made him look even cuter. Shuichi had not been too sure about what Yuki felt this morning, but as the hours passed, he came to realize that Yuki was a very bad actor. Everything the blonde god did, told him that he cared. From stopping their sex rut to feed him, to getting lube so he wouldn't hurt so bad, to closing the blinds when the sun bothered his eyes. And all with that robotic expression he loved so much.

 

“But… but… Kakashi-sensei was…” Shuichi pointed at the manga, pretending he didn't mind that the bastard had left him hard and horny.

 

“Shh!” The mangaka warned.

 

“He was…”

 

“Shh!” Yuki turned to his drawing and continued.

 

“Do you realize we're naked, “ Shuichi remarked casually, still sporting a painful erection that screamed to be taken care of.

 

“Yeah… so?” Yuki shrugged not looking up as he drew.

 

“You're such a pervert!” Shu husked, and with his free hand he began stroking himself slowly, the way Yuki had, the vindictive artist lifted his head briefly to look at his model, and then lifted it again when he saw the erotic scene. Shuichi brought the hand on his head to his mouth, and slowly begun sucking two of his fingers.

 

Yuki gasped loudly, letting off his guard, as he found himself watching one of his very fantasies play itself right before his eyes.

 

“I won't fall for that.” He stated less than assured, “Who do you think I am?”

 

“I don't think you're anything..,. Ooh, god this feels so good!” Shuichi husked stoking faster. “Yes… yes!” Yuki bit his lips, trying to keep himself from running and ravage the boy. “Ooh, Yuki…come quick, I can't stand it… I'm going to…” Shuichi stroked faster, taking his moist fingers out of his mouth, and bringing them to his entrance. Yuki's eyes opened with anticipation, giving the younger man the fuel to go on. He deepened his lavender eyes on the glassy golden ones and inserted his digits deep within himself.

He arched his back as the tingling pleasure took hold of him. He stroked himself and caressed his insides in sync; picturing the time Yuki did it to him. The singer moaned loudly as his orgasm drew near.

 

Yuki fixed his eyes on the erotic scene, unable to move, his shaft painfully hard and screaming to be deep within the heat of Shuichi's body, controlling himself a minute ago had been hell, but how could he say no to such an urgent invitation?

 

Shuichi felt a rush of air, and smiled knowing what came next. His hand was roughly taken out of his body and was held over his head. Shuichi opened his eyes at the same time as the pleasurable invasion on his body threatened to tear him in two.

 

“Ow, ow… I swear you're bigger every time we do it!” Shuichi was barely able to rasp as Yuki's mouth engulfed his in a passionate, hungry kiss.

 

“Your fault for being so damn sexy!” Yuki moved slowly at first, playfully, but it was soon clear that neither of them was in the mood for foreplay. Shuichi moved his hips in a circular motion, and was soon riding an intense orgasm upon hearing Yuki's animalistic roar. The mangaka fell limp on him heaving and panting.

 

“You said I'm sexy…” Shu chanted, smiling like a schoolgirl.

 

“I never said such thing!” Yuki snapped, looking the other way.

 

“Yes you did…”

 

“Whatever!” Yuki tried to get up, but Shuichi's held him tight, keeping him from it.

 

“You're a loud lover,” Shu laughed, more in love than ever, “having this much fun has got to be illegal.” He kissed the gold head.

 

“Then take me to jail and throw away the key!” Yuki looked up and stated seriously. Shuichi laughed so loud, they both fell off the couch…

 

 

XXX

 

Shuichi woke up on Yuki's bed; it was already dark outside. “Damn… how long did I sleep?” He got up wobbly and made his way out of the room. Yuki's studio light was on, Shu popped his head just a bit to surprise his love, but seeing him so diligent at whatever he was doing, he decided to give him some space. God knew his ass needed it

 

“What are you drawing?” He mused to himself, adoring the way Yuki looked with his glasses on, although he would definitely look better without the black eye. Just to know he had been the one to inflict it made him proud… and horny.

 

After taking a much needed and relaxing shower, Shuichi made his way to the kitchen to look for something he could cook for his love. Not that he knew how to, but he would try to be a useful and loving wife. Mikka Costa came immediately to mind. He was so curious to know what made Yuki announce a marriage like that, but he didn't dare to ask. He was afraid that if he did, the dream would end and he'd have to go back to his empty life.

 

“What's all this noise?” He heard Yuki's grouch approach, and all thought of Mikka and the wedding vanished, right now Yuki was with him and that's all it mattered.

 

“I got hungry, you have nothing to eat! How do you expect me to have the energy for all you put me through if I don't eat? Feed me!” Shuichi crossed his arms and grouched as well. Yuki just stood by the doorway, looking as irate as always.

 

“You're hungry?” Yuki asked assertively, “I'll feed you something.” he grabbed Shuichi by the arm and pulled him to the sofa. Shuichi allowed himself to be pulled, knowing exactly what was on his lover's mind—it didn't take a scientist to figure him out. Yuki threw himself on the couch and opened his zipper making the slender singer kneel between his legs.

 

“There… eat.” Yuki pushed Shuichi's head toward his semi hard shaft.

 

“If I knew you were this perverted…” Shu began, flicking his tongue over the tip.

 

“You would have come to me sooner.” Yuki quipped cockily. Shuichi bared his teeth threateningly. The mangaka didn't seem to get the joke, and got up quickly, picking up the phone on his way to the kitchen, and dialing a number.

 

“Wait, I was joking… I'll …eat you.” The last part was said with a small blush on his face. Yuki however, didn't seem to be interested as he spoke on the phone. He came back a minute later with two cans of beer, he handed one to a still standing Shuichi and opened the other one for himself.

 

“I usually don't share my beer, but I've got nothing else at the moment.” He drank a big gulp, “I ordered take out, if you don't like the food I got, tough.” He went back to his studio and sat at one of his tables. Shuichi followed, and sat close by, watching the master at work. How many times had he wished he could do this? God! He could spend the rest of his life in this room, going through all the treasures it contained.

 

“Are you mad… I was only joking.” Shuichi began hesitantly, he still could not read Yuki's moods that well, but he was confident, he'd get used to them soon.

 

“About what?” The mangaka asked without looking up, he wasn't drawing anything at the moment; just having Shuichi in the room distracted him.

 

“Y'know…” Yuki looked up.

 

“I was the one joking, you're so uptight. It's not like I expect you to give me sex every waking moment.” Yuki went back to his easel.

 

“Look who's talking about uptightness!” Shu stood and pointed an accusing finger; he looked around not finding anything witty to say, then sat down and continued to watch his love's profile. “Besides, that's not what I was talking about.”

 

“No?” Yuki put down his pencil, and took off his glasses, setting his eyes on the younger man.

 

“I was talking about Tatsuha… and Ryu” Yuki's stare hardened and without warning he got up and left the room. “Yuki, wait! Listen to me please!” Shuichi caught up to him in the living room, he took his arm to stop him.

 

“I didn't ask you anything, you needn't explain yourself.” Somehow the words didn't match the heated expression. Shuichi could tell that he had touched a sensitive subject, but one they needed to address if they were to be together.

 

“But I have to tell you, we can't leave it like this! You think I cheated on you with your brother and I didn't!” Shuichi broke down in tears; just the thought that Yuki might reject him again was too much to bear. “ When we met in Hokkaido I was so mad, I wanted to hurt you, I wanted to make you feel the way I did, so I pretended to be close to Ryuichi, but I'm not, I' never was, Ryuichi and Tatsuha are together and they were going through a rough time, so Ryu and I used each other to make you both jealous! I've never thought to be with anyone but you!” Shuichi cried. Yuki seemed to be perplexed by this. He looked at the younger man, his inner struggle very apparent behind his confused eyes.

 

“I…” Yuki began. The door buzzer went off, and Yuki rushed to answer it, he came a few moments later carrying bags of food. “Don't choke yourself,” He said tonelessly, as he set the bags on the table, “Come! I thought you were hungry.”

 

“Yuki…” Shuichi whispered, the mangaka came to him and kissed the top of him head in one of those few displays of tenderness.

 

“I believe you.” The mangaka whispered and went to eat.

 

… Are you ever going to trust me? Are you ever going to let me in? Shuichi sat next to him and ate in silence. They were together and it was all right for now, but for how long? There was so much they needed to talk about, so much he needed to know one another, so much he feared to know about the dark being in front of him… I'll wait; I'll wait for as long as it takes…

 

 

XXX

 

 

 

“Anything yet?” Suguru asked concerned, it had been two days already and nothing. Shuichi was still at large. Even Tohma was worried now; he was seriously contemplating calling the authorities. Only to be talked out of it by Sakano-san and Hiro himself. The guitarist was very worried, but they didn't need the crowds going wild on top of it.

 

“No,” Hiro replied. They still showed up at the studio, not to alarm anyone, but it was clear to the crew that something was wrong.

 

“Shouldn't we search for him?” Suguru added.

 

“I've been to all our hang outs… every day. I've told his parents to call if anything. I even called his sister in Boston to see if that crazy bastard turned up at her doorstep.” Hiro looked at his phone again… no messages. “Let's just hope he can take care of himself, and that the press don't find him before we do.”

 

“I know we have to think about the scandal this might bring about, but this time I venture to say that maybe we should notify someone.” Suguru continues concerned.

 

“It's not that, I know Shu, if people start making a big fuss, he'll never come back. Let's give him a little while longer.”

 

“It hit him that hard huh?” Suguru asserted

 

“I guess…” Hiro shook his head, and they continued pretending they were working.

 

X

Hiro got home from the studio; still there had been no word from Shuichi. Two full days of his pain in the ass, broken hearted, best friend being at large didn't seem so much, but he knew Shuichi better than that. His hyper friend had been so affected by Eiri-san's announcement that he escaped without caring about anyone else. The made Hiro angry, Shuichi was not the only one with problems, but and as much as it annoyed him, his worry outweighed his anger.

 

Going straight to the room he shared with Tohma he took a shower, made himself some coffee and got ready to read a book-- resigned to the fact that his hard working lover had the whole day booked and would not be home for hours— He needed to clear his mind, things had been so hectic, not only with work, but with his personal life as well. Past experiences had taught him, that if things were too good to be truth, they usually were. Things with Tohma were doing great… too great. He knew he loved his angel more than anything and that it would be very difficult to live without him, but that was just it, he was not the only one who loved the gentle, charismatic man. There was his wife, who seems to be very much in love, and there was Eiri-san as well. Truth be told, he could not believe the mangaka would just give him up like that… unless of course, he was truly in love with Shuichi like Tohma seems to be sure of.

 

“I have stop thinking this much… I'm going to get gray hair.” Hiro mused to himself, running a hand though his locks. He settled in his favorite chair with his cup of java and a medical book, when a knock on the door interrupted him.

 

“Shuichi!” was the first thing that came to his mind. Most likely his absent-minded friend had lost his key somewhere. Hiro ran to the door, ready to pound him, then lecture him, and finally hug him for worrying him so much, but that plan was short lived as he set his eyes on the one behind his door.

 

Mika Seguchi stood tall and beautiful as ever. Before Hiro could even react, the proud woman pushed her way into the apartment, walking around and looking at everything, as if approving, or disapproving.

 

“Nice digs Tohma put you up in Hiroshi-kun.” She said nonchalantly.

 

“Seguchi-san.” Hiro was at a loss. “I… Tohma-san isn't here.” He replied not knowing what to make of this unexpected visit.

 

“Aw, c'mon, we're better acquainted than that. Besides, I came to see you my dear boy.” The woman quipped amicably, throwing Hiro off. “So, where does Tohma sleeps, I assume he's staying in your room.”

 

“Um…well…” Hiro began confused, and whishing that Tohma was here. He had absolutely nothing against this woman of course; if anything, he felt extremely ashamed for what they were doing to her, but by all means he preferred not to deal with her unnecessarily, if at all. As cowardly as it may sound, to him, it seemed better that way.

 

“Eh, don't be shy… show me!” That last part was said in such a commanding manner, that Hiro found himself walking towards his room. He opened the door and stood aside for the wife of the man he slept with, to go into his punkish decorated room. Rather than looking cool now, it embarrassed the hell out of him.

 

As soon as Mika came in the room, the smell of her Tohma hit her like a bullet train. So overpowering, the musky perfume that was definitely his trademark, mingled with another masculine scent almost made her gag; to think about what went on, on that bed. She looked around the tacky and smallish room and could not comprehend why would Tohma… her elegant and refined husband, lower himself to stay at a place smaller than his closet. She turned to the man, who regarded her as if she was an alien. Just to see his dummy expression made her want to punch him. Yes, he was good-looking, but hardly worthy.

 

“I'll tell it to you like it is. This is not the first time Tohma…stray. However, this is the first time he has actually moved in with a lover, but believe me, you are not the first, and you won't be the last…it doesn't mean anything.” Hiro was taken aback; he didn't know how to reply to her. Of course, what Tohma did with his life before was none of his business, but hearing this now, got him wondering. “You're thinking that I'm lying aren't you?” Mika Seguchi asked, although amicably, there was something malevolent about her.

 

“Of course not, it just surprised me somewhat.” Hiro replied.

 

“Why are you surprised, did he tell you you're the one and only?” Hiro could sense the underlying sarcasm in her question.

 

“No, Tohma did tell me Eiri-san was his lover for many years, but I haven't heard about any other… nor did I ask. It's none of my business, and I frankly don't care.” To this she seemed surprised,

 

“As long as he throws money at you, who cares right?”

 

“Of course not, I can earn my own…” Hiro wanted her to leave so badly, just being in the same room with her suffocated him.

 

“Cut the crap Hiroshi!” Seguchi Mika cut him off, “Don't come tell me it's true love or some sort of sappy story, because I frankly don't have time for it. I came to make you an offer. Since Tohma will leave you sooner or later for another pretty boy. How about you save me the time and grief of waiting for that day to come and tell me how much you want to leave Tohma.” This was worse than a kick in the gut; that this woman though she could come and bribe him into leaving Tohma was more than he was prepared to stomach, but then again, what did he expect her reaction would be? Hiro felt the overwhelming desire to push her out. Deeply offended, Hiro walked towards the front door—followed by Mika-- opened it and waited for her.

 

“I thank you for coming, but if this is what you wanted to tell me about. I'd appreciate if you leave.” He said nonchalantly and waited for her to get out. She didn't.

 

“He will leave you, I'm merely saving you grief… with a little bonus.”

 

“I do not know how rich people operate, but I know how I operate, and before I say something I will regret, I beg you to leave.” Hiro insisted solemnly.

 

“How much?” She asked, “Five million, ten million… name your price Hiroshi, every one's got one.” She stood regal, regarding him coldly. Hiro wished he could push her out and slam the door on her face.

 

“Please Seguchi-san, there is no price.”

 

“Well then, you realize that Tohma has been my one and only love, and without him, there is no reason for me to live.” The manner in which she said it, the tone of her voice, made Hiro's blood run cold… she couldn't be saying… “Do you think Tohma will be able to look at your face and not be tormented by it, knowing that I killed myself because of you?”

 

“You wouldn't do such a thing!” Hiro exclaimed scared, but deep down he had no doubt that she would.

 

“You don't know me honey. For me, a woman who married the man who was having an affair with her own brother, killing myself for losing him is the only thing to do.” Hiro stood there defeated. He knew from the bottom of his heart this woman was telling the truth. And if Tohma could live with it, he certainly could not. He loved Tohma, loved him too much, but he knew that he wasn't good enough, that he didn't deserve him. Maybe this woman didn't deserved him either, but she had been there through it all, and if she was willing to go so far for the man she loved… then there was no place for him after all.

 

Mika Seguchi walked past him, “Believe me, is for the best… you'll thank me later,” And with that she left as abruptly as she'd come.

 

 

XXX

 

 

A/N Well my pretties, this is the first of two parts. I actually finished the chapter's first draft a couple of weeks ago, but I've changed it so much since then, that I dare to say is a totally different chapter. I'm still working on proofing and editing, but I'm done up to this part, so I figure I post this since its been so long… My how time flies!

I will keep working on the rest (Part II) and I should be able to post it before the week's end (I don't want to promise I specific day, but trust me)

Now, I will not email the original version of the completed chapter to anyone until I post Part II (no cheaters allowed!)

 

I also wanted to thank all you all for your wonderful comments for the last chapter. They really boosted my confidence and that's why I'm going through all this trouble to bring you the best chapter yet! I consider myself so lucky to have such great readers *bows*

 

See you soon!!