Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Cats, Crutches and Babies? Oh My! ❯ Candy Cane Kisses: Part One ( Chapter 15 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

To: Traumatic BunnyRabbit. Without her support and urging, I never would have been able to write this. To her I dedicate this chapter as well as the next (He he he two parter! God I'm evil!). Hope it's all you imagined it to be…

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Ryuichi unlocked the door of his apartment for the fourth and hopefully, final time that night, pulling Kumagoro out of his coat as he stepped inside. He held the large black door for Tatsuha, shutting it only after his guest was in the furthest corner of the entrance way.

The black haired teenager was just about ready to die. He had been kissed numerous times by the man he worshiped and he was now standing in said man's foyer. He couldn't think of any night in his life that had been better than the one that was currently unfolding before him.

Ryuichi smiled as he slid a pair of purple house slippers over to Tatsuha with his right foot. He was pretty sure he could guess what was going through the kids head.

“You don't have to wear them if you don't want to,” Ryu commented as he himself stepped up onto the tile; slipper less and, to Tatsuha's surprise, sock-less as well.

`God, even his feet are gorgeous…' He thought as he slid the slippers onto his feet out of habit and followed Ryuichi deeper into what he assumed was the kitchen. When he got there, the singer's upper body was just disappearing into the large brush nickel refrigerator.

“Do you want something to drink Tatsuha-kun?” Ryu asked, wiggling a bottle of orange Calpico [1] he had pulled out of the refrigerator and casting a hopeful look, as he stood upright once more.

Tatsuha shook his head to clear away the strange thoughts he had been having about Ryuichi's feet.

“Yes please. The orange kind is my favorite!”

Ryu smiled and grabbed another bottle of the orange juice from the fridge.

“I know it is!” the older man cried happily, “I asked Shuichi if Yuki-san knew what your favorite drink was!”

Tatsuha just stared in awe at the grinning man in front of him. For Ryuichi to know something like that about him felt very strange. It was usually the other way around with fans and celebrities.

Ryu smiled at him and proceeded to carry his drink into the living room, which was easily accessible just off the kitchen and through an archway lit by recessed lighting. He walked over to the couch and flopped onto it, cracking open the cap on his juice after getting himself comfortable.

All at once, a strange feeling hit Tatsuha. His brother had actually known what his favorite drink was? Now he was sure that this was all a dream.

“So, my brother knew my favorite drink huh?” Tatsuha asked as he followed Ryuichi into the living room and sat down on the opposite side of the couch, whose strange red and white pattern reminded the monk of a candy cane. The kind he had started to see more and more of in the stores as Christmas time inched itself closer. Tatsuha wasn't a very big fan of peppermint, but seeing Ryuichi draped all over the couch like he was now, made him wish he had one of the spicy-sweet sticks to suck on.

“What are you thinking about?” Ryu asked when he saw the thoughtful look on the teenager's face.

“I was just thinking about how much I want a candy cane,” Tatsuha confided as he took a sip of his freshly opened juice.

Ryuichi's eyes lit up like a ware house full of brightly decorated Christmas trees when he heard `candy cane.'

“Hold on!” the singer exclaimed happily as he shoved his almost full bottle of Calpico into Tatsuha's hand and leapt off the couch in the direction of the kitchen. The young monk on the candy striped sofa just blinked and looked down at the second cold drink now in his hands. He gulped, but resisted the urge to take a drink out of Sakuma-sans juice; He just continued to sit there like a statue until he heard a cupboard door slam shut in the kitchen.

Ryuichi came bounding back into the room in much the same manner as he had left, only this time he had a small green box in his hands.

The brown haired vocalist jumped onto the couch and slid the box over to Tatsuha.

“Eat as many of then as you want Tatsuha-kun!”

The monk blinked as he stared down at a nearly full box of candy canes. He smiled and set his and Ryu's juice on the coffee table as he reached for the box.

“That's so sweet of you!” He said as he pulled one of the sticks of candy from its cardboard slot in the box, “Thank you very much Ryuichi-kun.”

Ryu's eyes were shining like the high beams on his BMW as he himself reached for one of the candy sticks.

He could hardly remember the last time he felt this way about anyone. The knowledge that he could give Tatsuha whatever he wanted, whenever the boy wanted it, made him feel all fuzzily. It made him happy when he gave people things, but this feeling was different.

Kuma quietly suggested that is was because he hadn't been in love with anyone like this in a very looooong time. Ryuichi didn't like to think about that other person. It made his head hurt and his eyes want to cry themselves out. The man was, more or less, in the past now and it wasn't something that he needed, nor wanted, to dwell on at that particular moment; Especially since Tatsuha was there with him and practically molesting the candy cane he held in his mouth.

Ryu just shoved all the hurtful thoughts to the back of his mind as his eyes turned from warm to cool. He held the candy in his mouth to free his hands and moved closer to the young man on the opposite side of the couch.

Tatsuha looked up just in time to see Ryuichi pull his candy cane out from between his lips and set it down on the coffee table. The older man smiled and brushed the side of his hand gently against the monks face as he removed the candy from the boy's mouth and set it next his own.

“So beautiful,” Ryu whispered softly as he leaned down and captured Tatsuha's lips. The teenager whimpered softly as Ryuichi's wet tongue slipped into his now open mouth. It was the nicest kiss he had ever received from anyone and the added peppermint flavor simply enhanced its scorching tenderness.

Tatsuha reached his left arm around to bring his hand behind the singer's head. He gently threaded the brown strands of hair through his fingers.

`God his hair is so smooth.'

Ryuichi continued to plunder the younger boys mouth and absentmindedly ran his hands up and down his lean body.

A strangled whimper escaped from Tatsuha as Ryu's finger tips brushed across a tightening shirt-covered nipple.

“You like that huh?” The singer asked seductively as he directed his mouth lower on the teen's smooth body. A lustful sigh was all the monk could produce at that particular point in time. His need and want for the singer was growing even more intense by the second. He felt light headed and the warm wet sensations he was now feeling across his chest and stomach sent his nervous system soaring. When had Ryuichi taken his shirt off?

Tatsuha sighed again as he felt a warm mouth clasp itself lightly around his exposed left nipple. It was such a wonderful feeling, all hot and slippery.

A smile crept across Ryu's lips when the teens hips bucked involuntarily as his left hand found it's way down into the teen's boxers and his mouth gave the nipple it was currently encasing a firm little nip.

“I see that you're ready to go,” The singer commented slyly as he slowly undid the zipper of Tatsuha's pants and the boy's erection throbbed painfully through his boxers.

“If you hadn't…ahnn… started doing that with your ...uh... mouth I …I wouldn't have…..I…”

The pleasure that Ryuichi had started to give him was just far to intoxicating for him to continue speaking.

After freeing the boys cock, the singer slowly drew the head of Tatsuha's hard member into his mouth, his hand reaching down to massage the younger man's balls.

The monk was breathless and panting all at the same time. His mouth opened wider, doing the exact opposite of his eyes as he closed them tight.

By this time Ryuichi almost had all of Tatsuha's cock buried in his throat, his fingers gently fingering the younger mans puckered entrance.

The teen's hips bucked and rose off the couch and he practically fucked Ryu's mouth. He couldn't really control himself, though he desperately wished he could. Ryuichi took it all in stride and just tried to open his throat up more. This action caused the base of his tongue to rise up and rub against the underside of Tatsuha's cock where it was most sensitive.

The sudden addition of such delicious stimulation was just too much for the monk to handle and he came hard in the singer's mouth.

He clenched his eyes shut as he gasped and moaned and tossed his head on the couch cushions. His hips were straining to stay raised off the sofa and his hands went down to twine in Ryu's silky brown hair.

The Sakuma Ryuichi had just given him a blowjob. That thought alone was almost enough to send him over the edge again, but he was way too tired.

A feeling of joy spread through Ryu's body, making him tingly and hot.

“I…I wasn't horrible?”

He asked softly once he was again capable of uninhibited speech.

Tatsuha opened his eyes and looked at him like he was crazy.

“What are you talking about? That was the best….you were so… why do you ask that?”

Ryu was so glad that he hadn't been too horrible at giving head.

“Well I haven't really done that to anyone in a while and I thought I might be a bit out of practice. I'm really glad you …enjoyed it Tatsuha-kun.”

Again that look of complete and utter confusion crept its way across the young monks face before he burst out in uncontrolled laughter.

Ryuichi was crushed. He knew it was silly, but he hated it when people laughed at him.

“You don't have to go laughing at me like that Tatsuha-kun…”

Tears welled in the vocalist's bouncy blue eyes as he grabbed Kumagoro from his hidey-hole under the couch and took off running down the far hallway. Tatsuha heard a door slide open and then shut with a loud `Slam!'

The black haired youth simply placed his hand over his eyes and collapsed backwards onto the couch.

“Now what have I done…?” He asked himself out loud before rolling up with a sigh of fatigue and pulling his pants back up to his waist.

After taking a few wobbly seconds to regain his momentarily missing equilibrium, he followed Ryuichi's path of flight down the hallway next to the entertainment system. As soon as he entered the dark corridor he began listening for sounds that might indicate which of the two rooms sealed by sliding doors that the singer might be hiding in.

Just out of curiosity he peeked into the one made of etched glass and found it to be something of an office. He stepped inside and felt around on the wall until he found the light switch. What he illuminated was something far greater then anything he could ever hope to posses.

Everywhere he looked there were pictures, CD covers and memorabilia and just about everything ever made with Ryuichi's face on it hanging on walls, resting in glass cases and draped over chairs. In the far corner of the room there was a very cluttered mahogany desk and a computer with a screensaver that read “CLEAN YOUR DESK RYU~ Love Kumagoro”.

He assumed from the desks state that Ryu hadn't gotten the memo.

Standing in that room, hundreds of the singer's hardened expression's piercing him with their steely blue gazes, made him feel very small indeed.

He crept backwards out of the room and took one last longing look at it before switching off the lights and sliding the door shut again.

“Sakuma-san?” He called softly as he turned around to approach a more traditional looking screen door on his right, “Are you in there?”

He heard a muffled squeak and the ruffling and shifting of covers. He automatically assumed that Ryu was hiding in his bed, though that seemed like an obvious place to look anyway.

He slide the door open and took a few steps inside. The lights were on a very dim setting, casting the long room in ghostly shadows, swirling eddies of yellow and red color splashed across the walls furthest from the lights.

Tatsuha looked to his left and immediately saw Ryu's king size bed smack right up against the wall. A bundle of quivering blankets was huddled near the wood and metal head board and the monk assumed it was the one he was looking for.

He strode across the room quickly and softly crawled onto the bed. The bundle of blankets shifted as much as possible to try and get away from the intruder, but being covered in a pile of blankets doesn't really allow you a whole lot of room to move.

“Ryuichi-san, I'm sorry that I laughed at you,” Tatsuha said as he crawled closer to the blankets, “I just found it kind of funny that you were second guessing your self …I can definitely say that you have more talent then you think.”

The pile of red and blue blankets shifted around and a muffled, “You think so Tatsuha-kun?” wormed its way out of the lump to reach the monk's ears.

He smiled and reached out to put a hand on the squirming mountain of covers.

“Yes I really think so.”

All at once there was a great amount of movement coming from the blanket pile and Ryu's smiling head popped out from under them.

He looked more like a little bed bug now then he did a rock star. His hair was all frizzy and his face was flushed from the heat and lack of oxygen.

Tatsuha extended his hand towards the singer's reddened face and brushed damp hair away from his eyes.

Ryu wished his arms were out of the blankets so he could hold onto Tatsuha and give him a great big hug for being such a sweet heart, but he was still very much bound beneath the cover pile.

“My turn…” the young monk whispered softly as he leaned down and captured Ryuichi's lips. The vocalist gasped when he felt Tatsuha's warm tongue slide easily into his mouth. The teenager reached behind the singer's head and crushed them together as he sucked and massaged the slick muscle that had wiggled out to greet his own.

It was a rough, lewd kiss and by the time it was over, Tatsuha had helped free Ryuichi from his fluffy confines and had pushed the blankets to the end of the bed.

Tatsuha began moving around so that he could maneuver his pants off, but before he could finish they were being ripped from his body by a pair of forceful hands.

Ryuichi tossed Tatsuha's pants and boxers off the bed and got up on his knees. He smiled deviously at the kid before slowly beginning to pull the loose shirt he was wearing off over his head, his hands teasing his body as he did so. He gently rolled his neck and hips, sighing frequently and putting on as good of a show as he could. His body was something he knew people had a very hard time resisting. He also knew that he was gorgeous; he'd been told that many times before and he was proud of his beautifully sculpted chest, arms, legs and ass, though it took a lot more work to maintain then people gave him credit for.

Tatsuha wasn't thinking about anything, he just watched the beautiful sight before him in rapt silence. Ryuichi's body was mesmerizing; the way is moved and looked in the rooms dim light.

The monk's shirt was still in the living room and his pants and boxers had already been removed. He was almost sorry that he couldn't reciprocate with a similar display, though he wasn't complaining about just watching either.

Once his shirt was lying on the floor just a little bit further out from the bed than Tatsuha's pants, Ryu began working on his jeans.

He slowly moved over to the edge of the bed and slid one foot down onto the floor; the other leg remained kneeling on the bed. He pretended to fumble with the button and zipper, drawing the situation out before he finally got both undone.

Tatsuha was completely breathless. He couldn't have spoken even if he had wanted to. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined a sight so beautiful; so perfect.

Ryuichi slowly spread the top of his pants, a thin trail of light brown hair peeking out of the top of his silk underwear. He continued to play with the rest of his body, brushing his hand over his nipples and caressing his neck and sides slowly as he rolled his hips to slide the pants down further.

It was hard work being that sexy. He took great care in his physical routine, working out at NG's upper level gym one day and with his personal trainer the next.

He had had several one night stands with a handful of his previous trainers, but this newest one was unfortunately of the female variety. Ryu just knew that Tohma had hired her on purpose. His friend didn't like it when Ryu slept with other people; it made him jealous.

Though he flirted with his trainer he didn't think anything would happen between them, but he could tell she desperately wanted it to. She was a sweet girl with a pretty face and a nice body, but she was nothing compared to the beautiful boy sitting in front of him; staring at him with hungry eyes.

With a soft smile he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and slowly dragged them down along with his pants. Tatsuha felt ready to pass out. This was a complete sensory overload.

Once Ryuichi was completely naked he crawled back up onto the bed and beckoned for Tatsuha to come closer. The boy obeyed and moved up next to the singer, gently running his hands over the man's chest and arms as he waited patiently for something to happen.

Though this was definitely not his first time, Tatsuha was a bit nervous. He didn't want to seem childish, but he certainly didn't want to be too pushy or demanding either. He just wanted to make Ryuichi happy.

Ryu could sense that his young lover was feeling a bit apprehensive, though the fact that the boy was touching him on his own was a good sign.

The vocalist propped himself up on one elbow and turned to face Tatsuha. He leaned in and sucked on the boy's neck as his hands caressed his thighs and groin.

Tatsuha let out a low moan as his hands sought out Ryuichi's cock.

When the roving hands connected with what they had been searching for, Ryu gasped. He hadn't been expecting that and was overly pleased at how outright the young man beside him was being. It was something that didn't happen very often when he was with other men. Most of the time they were younger than him, though Ryu had been with a few that were older. The younger ones were normally too wrapped up with his image to really be very forceful with him, and normally so where the older ones.

Even when they were sharing a bed with him, they continued to see him as some far away thing that would always be beyond their reach. Ryuichi hated it when people always treated him like he was some super special thing. Just once in his life he wished that someone would be rough with him; that some one would take him how he had taken all those other people who were to afraid to do anything other than submit to his every need.

There was a fine line between being respected and being worshiped. Ryu seemed to get a lot more of the worshiping variety of assistants and admirers, rather than people that simply respected his talent and let that be the end of it. It wasn't like he had cured some disease or something; he was just a singer for god sake, not a saint.

He was always at the top of everything, always the best, and just once he wanted to be taken down a notch; he wanted someone to put him in his place.

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Tohma awoke with a start when his secretary paged him to let him know that there was a Gintaru Sato to see him and that it was apparently urgent. He had been having a nice dream too, and continued to think about it even as he told her to send the man in.

The keyboardist set his hat back on his head and sat up in his chair, clasping his hands together on top of his desk so that he would look reasonably professional.

His secretary opened the double doors to his office and ushered a large, muscular man into the room.

Gintaru-san bowed and strode over to sit down in one of the three leather chairs that sat in front of Tohma's desk.

“So, what is it that is so urgently important, Gintaru-san?”

The bodyguard straightened himself up in his chair.

“It's Sakuma-san sir. You requested that I inform you whenever he takes someone home with him.”

“Yes. I did,” Tohma confirmed in a slow, inquisitive tone.

The guard relayed the events that had taken place in front of Sakuma-sans apartment to NG's president as thoroughly as possible.

Tohma listened carefully to everything the man said. This would definitely not be the first time Ryuichi decided to bring someone home with him in his Limo, but the fact that Gintaru-san had caught them in what he referred to as a “questionable position” could not be over looked.

Tohma asked the guard if he knew what the young mans name was by any chance.

“It was an old name, Ue…Uesugi I think it was.”

Tohma's eyes widened. Surely it wasn't Eiri! Tohma knew he didn't particularly care for Ryuichi so that only left…

“Tatsuha…” Tohma muttered.

“I believe that was what Sakuma-san had called him… Yes, I'm sure of it. Uesugi Tatsuha.”

Tohma was not sure how to feel about this. He thanked Gintaru-san for the information and asked his secretary to show him out of his office. The man bowed and said he could see himself out.

Tatsuha was Eiri-kun's younger brother and Tohma knew for a fact that the boy was infatuated with Ryuichi, but the fact still remained that Ryu had most likely instigated this, maybe even to get to him, though that was unlikely.

“He knows how much I care for him,” Tohma whispered as he rested his forehead on his propped up hands, “Why do you do it Ryuichi?”

People close to him might tell you that Tohma Seguchi lives in the past. His wife would tell you the same thing. She of all people knows how much Tohma's past relationships affect him on a daily and even life long basis.

Wasn't it his unconditional love for Mika's younger brother that led him to marry her; just so he could be close to his dear, precious Eiri-kun? That is something that not even Tohma himself knows the answer to. He really does love Mika, but he isn't sure that, when he married her, that he did it for the reasons that normal people might have. At the time, he was still very much attached to Eiri and felt that what had happened in New York City had been entirely his fault. In some strange way he felt that being boundlessly close to the boy would perhaps help him to get over the things that had happened to him and marrying Mika was the only thing he could see to do that would keep him close-- permanently.

Tohma sighed heavily and raised his head as he removed one hand from the clasped pair that it had been resting on. He reached across his desk to retrieve his sleek black cell phone from where it had been lying.

He opened the phone and said “K-san's cell” clearly into it. He waited patiently as the phone dialed and it began to ring on the other end.

K had just been getting ready to crawl into bed when his cell phone again started to buzz.

“Who would be calling me at…?”

He grabbed the phone and read the caller ID. It was Seguchi.

“K here,” He said in English, his tone professional yet still had a personal edge to it.

“Mr.K, How are you?” Tohma asked calmly as he turned his chair around to look out the enormous window behind his desk.

“I'm fine Seguchi-san. What seems to be the trouble?”

Tohma pushed his hat further back on his head and sighed.

“You do know me quite well, don't you Mr.K?”

The Blonde American smiled.

“You know what they say; know thy friend, know thy enemy…”

“Yes, I understand completely and that is actually the reason I called. You see, Ryuichi has once again decided to invite one of his friends for a sleepover.”

K nodded his head in understanding. He knew it got under Tohma's skin when Sakuma-san had “sleepovers.”

“This is not something new. He's been doing this quite a bit as of late.”

“Yes, I am aware of that Mr.K, however the circumstances of this particular encounter are slightly irregular as opposed to what he has been doing recently.”

“How so?” K asked inquisitively. How was this any different from what he normally did?

“Well you see this time it is not somebody he met at a night club. I do believe he intends to pursue something with this young man and there in lies the problem.”

K didn't quite understand.

“How do you know what he intends to do? Who is it?”

Tohma sighed and watched as rivers of water blurred the lights of the city on his office window.

“Uesugi Tatsuha. Eiri-kun's younger brother. That is how I know that this is more serious than a one night stand.”

K was genuinely torn over this situation. On one hand, he knew that Tohma could, in all honesty, just be jealous of Uesugi-san, but on the other hand he knew that the Uesugi Brothers had a reputation for being players and he could definitely see why Seguchi-san might be concerned. Sakuma-san was also leaving on tour soon and, should something genuine develop between the two, Ryuichi would be miserable and depressed over leaving and they most certainly could not have that.

“What do you propose we do about the situation Seguchi-san?” K asked in a hardened, serious tone.

“That is exactly why I called you Mr.K. I believe that everyone should be allowed to follow their own heart when it comes to love, however I am still concerned for Ryuichi's mental and physical security. He can not afford a major emotional trauma, especially not right now with the tour so close.”

“I understand sir. Do you want me to head over to his apartment, or would you prefer to call him in the morning and talk to him about it then?”

Tohma closed his eyes and thought hard about everything. There were so many things to consider and factor in, in this situation. Everything must be handled just right to place minimal stress on all parties involved.

“We'll let him have one night, but tomorrow I will call him and see to it that he is snapped out of this childish fantasy of his. Good night Mr.K.”

“I agree. Good Night Sir.”

Both blondes hung up their phones and sighed heavily as they thought about how much grief this was going to cause. This was not going to be easy on anyone, especially not on Ryuichi.

Tohma sincerely hoped that this would not put any more stress on him then there already was.

In the worst case scenario they would have to cancel the tour, and set Ryuichi up for regular appointments with his Psychiatrist again. In the ideal scenario, Ryu would simply end whatever is forming on his own, there fore bypassing the therapy and the millions of dollars and loss of face that would occur should they be forced to cancel their tour through Europe.

Tohma closed his eyes and rested his head on his hands. It was going to be a very. Long. Night.

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[1] Calpico is a brand of bottled juice commonly sold in vending machines and stores throughout Japan. It comes in a very wide range of flavors.

Here is a picture of what the bottle looks like (This one is flavored water, not the orange kind used in this story. The orange bottle would simply have an orange label and orange spots)

http://www.thinktokyo.com/media/images/1189812.jpg

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Wow this took a hella long time to get out huh? I managed to drag you guys through like four chapters…and it's a two parter at that! Oh God I'm cruel! Sorry no Yuki and Shu in this chapter. What's happeneing next really needs more space all to itself. I feel bad for you guys. I know what's going to happen and you don't! Man that must suck! *is excited* Oooh you're all going to die!!! Yuki issuch a sweet heart….lols!! Oh no I've said too much already! But don't worry I'll be posting more soon because I have just had a brain burst and have to get this all down and out before Christmas. If not then it won't have quite the same effect.Oohh *girly squeal* I'm serious, I'm about to die. I wish I could tell you what's going to happen…Perhaps a few of you will be getting e-mails. TBR, you know I'll send you a teaser once I have one typed out!

To all my new reviewers:Thank you so much for taking the time to read through the whole thing and to leave a review. I really appreciate it! Welcome!

To all my old reviewers who are still highly treasured and valued (lolls): THANKYOU! It really helps me along to hear from you in e-mails and stuff as well as when you write reviews!

Traumatic BunnyRabbit: I hope that this first half of the Ryu/Tat Lemon was what you where hoping for! I know it took a really long time for me to finally deliver to you, and now I am worried that it was not all that I cracked it up to be. If not then there is always the second half to look forward too. (Ooh I wonder who's going to be whooooo-oooo~) lolls anyway enough torment! I bid you all adieu and pray that none of you go insane waiting for all the fluffy, wonderful, sexy, sweaty, sticky, goodness that is to come!