Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Cats, Crutches and Babies? Oh My! ❯ I Love the Way You Love Me ( Chapter 20 )

 

When Eiri came around, the first things he noticed were that he was in complete darkness, and lying naked on his bed; his arms bound together behind his head with some sort of smooth material. Upon trying to get loose the blonde noticed as well that whatever was binding his wrists was also firmly fastened to the head board. As he pulled on the ropes, he also twisted his lower body to try and rid his legs of their restraints. It was at that moment Eiri realized that his leg was no longer broken and also that his ass was being propped up slightly by a hard pillow.

What the hell was going on? He couldn't possibly have dreamt the past five days…could he have?

Because Eiri wasn't coming to a reasonable conclusion (Other than having just experienced one of the most bizarre dreams he had ever had in his life) he just went back to hating Shuichi and his idiocy.

`What kind of stupid game is that moron playing now?' He pondered dismally as a pointless scowl drifted from his stern face into the darkness around him. Shuichi would be paying dearly for this one.

 

For what seemed like hours the novelist just continued to lay on the bed, hopelessly tugging at his bindings and wishing he was not so openly naked. Though Eiri knew that, however unusual it was for his lover to come up with something sadistic, this was still only Shuichi's idea of a sex game. He also couldn't help but react to his situation as if he really were being held bound naked in a dark room by some crazed person. Eiri's heart rate quickened considerably and all the little noises that houses normally make at night made him jump. When he couldn't get away from the somehow threatening sounds which, to him at least, seemed to be getting louder and closer, he panicked involuntarily and began to twist and squirm against his restraints.

 

Eventually, once he was finally able to collect himself and convince his mind that he was fine, Eiri's now well adjusted eyes noticed that he was not, in fact, alone at all. Sitting just past the end of the bed, in a high-backed leather arm chair normally found in the office, was who he presumed (and secretly hoped) to be his stupid, pink haired lover Shuichi. The blonde on the bed strained his neck against the pillows to see more of his lover then just his legs, which seemed to be almost entirely encased in some sort of shiny, leathery material. Unfortunately he found he could only lift his head up so far before he felt the complaint of his neck muscles.

 

As Eiri noticed Shuichi, the singer in the chair was also beginning to notice that his presence in the room had finally been detected by his captive.

 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Eiri demanded when the boy on the chair made no move towards him, even though the novelist knew that his awareness to the situation had been caught.

“Untie me!”

When he was addressed, Shuichi's lips curled into a deviously amused little smile and his hand slowly moved to stroke himself through his miniscule latex bikini shorts, but he didn't answer his lover`s request.

 

“Hello? Earth too idiot!” The frustrated author cried as he yanked on his wrist ties, “Untie my arms and legs or you're going to regret it. Hell, you're going to regret it anyway, but you'll really be in for it if you don't get your skinny ass over here and undo these knots right now!”

 

Again, Shuichi smiled and did nothing but continue to tease himself. This was going exactly as he figured it would.

 

When his second round of demands failed to get a response, Eiri began to feel increasingly paranoid. What if that wasn't Shuichi sitting down there? What if he really was being held hostage by some insane, perverted murderer and Shuichi was tied up in a closet somewhere or ….worse?

For some reason, a brief career conscious thought ran through the authors head and he wondered what the media would do if he really was being held hostage by some crazed fan or insane murderer. The tabloids and daytime television programs would probably never stop talking about it…

Shaking his head and putting all career related thoughts aside, the blonde began to tug furiously on his arms and thrash his body in an attempt to get free. He grunted and huffed as he worked desperately against the silk, but no matter what he did neither his hands, nor his legs would come free.

Exhausted, he finally just gave up and let his body go completely lax against the soft mattress.

It was the novelist's heavy sigh of defeat that induced Shuichi to speak.

 

“You have been a very bad boy Eiri,” he said softly as he uncrossed his legs and stood up from the chair. He winced as his hot sticky skin peeled off the leather chair, causing him a considerable amount of pain. The singer-turned-Quasi-dominatrix ignored the burning ache of his flesh as best he could and continued to focus his energy on Eiri.

“You've been ignoring me,” he purred as he kneeled on the soft mattress and slowly began to crawl overtop of Yuki's body, “And you haven't been giving me what I need.”

 

A mixed feeling of relief and dread swept through Eiri when Shuichi began to speak and move towards him. He was glad that he wasn't being held hostage by a psychopath (not that Shuichi was completely sane either), but he was now dreading what his lover had in store for him. When the brat had his mind set on something there was little to no hope for anyone who wanted to stop him. The only person who could effectively kill one of Shuichi's determined attitudes was the same person who allowed the hyper active little freak to strip him naked and tie him to a mattress. Eiri gave a look of disappointed personal disgust and sullenly continued to lay where he had been tied, not moving. He had lost major cool points for this one and decided that Shuichi wasn't getting any attention for a month.

 

“I think that,” Shuichi rasped before pausing to slowly suck on one of his lover's nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from the blonde, “ You need to be a little quieter when your being held hostage.”

The singer reached up, pulled the black silk tie off his neck and proceeded to gag his lover with it.

“If you tie that thing over my mouth you'll fucking regr--”

The end of Eiri's threat was not heard. The blonde kept trying to talk but all that managed to reach Shuichi's ears was “Ighhhll huckingh hill oou!”

 

The singer was growing annoyed that his captive was not behaving like he should and so he leaned in and whispered something in the blond's ear to try and quiet him down.

“I think that, because you've been neglecting me and because I even had to gag you,” Shu taunted as he ran a finger over the black tie in Eiri's mouth, making the older man growl, “to get you to be quiet…You're going to be punished.”

To accentuate his statement, the boy slowly caressed down his lover's side to his exposed thigh, where he suddenly placed a firm slap.

 

The novelist gasped and bit down on the tie in his mouth as he jumped a little in response to the stinging smack. He was now experiencing quite a few conflicting emotions. He didn't know if he should be afraid or get aroused, though Shuichi being on top of him, harshly playing with his nipples and sucking on his chest was not directing his decision anywhere near the frightened end of the spectrum.

Though Eiri would never admit it, he could be surprisingly masochistic and submissive when he was in the right mood and what Shuichi was doing to him was definitely beginning to awaken his arousal.

Apparently, Shu noticed this as well because he smiled deviously and slid back until his firm, latex covered ass was pressed tightly against his lovers “rising problem.”

 

Eiri moaned at the contact and gently started to rock his hips, desperately seeking some form of friction. Unfortunately for him, as soon as Shuichi realized what the blond was doing, he swung his legs off to one side and scolded his lover like a mother would her son if she caught his hand in the cookie jar right before a meal.

Also, instead of helping his lover out by sucking him off, Shuichi began to turn him on further. The boy-like singer alternated between licking and pinching the authors hard nipples and leaning in to suck on his earlobes, neck and collar bone, where he knew the blond was most receptive to touch.

 

The novelist was now painfully erect, and not being able to do anything about it was starting to wear on him physically and mentally. His hard, domineering shell was starting to wear thin and he felt numb to his surroundings, like he was floating on a bed of soft nothingness and the only thing that mattered was his body.

When the author finally lost all control of himself and let out an extremely girly sounding gasp of pleasure, Shuichi smiled and decided to take pity on him.

 

The singer carefully undid the tie and then removed it from his lover's mouth. At that point, Eiri was so out of it that he didn't even say anything when the tie was taken out. He just stayed still and let out a whimpering moan.

Shuichi smiled and gave his lover a long, deep kiss to remove the starchy taste of the tie from his mouth, to which Eiri had no complaint.

Once Shu was satisfied that his boyfriends mouth was sufficiently “de-tied” he started dragging the inside of his upper lip down his toned body, leaving a wet trail of saliva in his wake.

As the novelist felt Shuichi's scorching mouth and hot little puffs of breath move lower and lower down his torso, every muscle in his body tensed up with anticipation as the prospect of finally gaining some form of release became imminent. However, nothing of the sort came because the taunting mouth stopped abruptly, just short of his drooling, rigid cock.

 

Yuki squirmed and twisted with annoyance and need, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

When the author suddenly felt the weight on the bed shift over to the side that he normally slept on, he started to panic. Moments later a drawer slid open and Eiri heard the familiar snapping sound of the cap on the lube being opened and then closed. After that tell tale sound, he knew what his lover had planned for him.

 

“Now don't think that, because I was being nice to you before, that you're not going to be punished,” Shuichi growled as he slowly circled his lover's entrance with a long slick finger, causing the blonde to whimper in a way that, however strange, made him sound like a horny puppy.

“And,” Shuichi continued, “ if you think that I'm going to be nice and gentle with you then you've got another thing coming.”

Almost before he was finished talking, the singer pushed his finger deep and fast inside his lover's tight, unused body and it was at that exact moment that Eiri snapped awake. He sat gasping because he woke up too fast and he groaned as the hot throbbing pain returned to his clearly-still-broken left leg.

Upon further inspection of his body, Eiri noticed that his leg was not the only thing that was stiff and painful. As it turned out, his little dream had also given him a raging hard on.

At about the same time Eiri realized his problem, Shuichi began to stir.

 

“Wahh-what time is it?” The messy haired singer asked sleepily through a yawn, “Are you a-ahhhlll right Yuki? Is it- How long did we sl-eeeep?”

“I'm fine,” The novelist snapped bitterly. He was set on getting the kid to either go back to sleep or leave the room, as he was in no mood to explain why he was aroused nor explain the dream that had turned him on in the first place.

“You sure? You don't sound fine to me.” Shuichi reached over to put a hand on his lovers' thigh, but because he was sleepy he over shot his destination and his hand landed right on Yuki's pant covered erection.

The author hadn't been expecting to be touched and it caused him to gasp and arch his back slightly.

A smile spread over Shuichi`s face and he started to move his hand in little circles over his lover's crotch.

“Mmm, now I know what's wrong,” The singer purred softly into his Eiri's ear as his hand continued to play, “You had a good nap I take it?”

 

“Shut up ahh!-asshole!” Eiri groaned angrily through gritted teeth.

Shuichi saw that his lover was very close to coming already, so he knew he had to act fast if he wanted to take advantage of the situation.

The singer halted his hand movements and started to nibble and kiss Eiri's lips as he gently guided him flat onto his back.

Once his lover started nipping and kissing back, Shu blindly reached over to the bed side table and felt around for the lube.

He set the soft tube next to himself and proceeded to strip off his clothing.

Eiri wasn't sure what his idiot of a boyfriend had planned, but they both knew that he was in no condition to be doing much of anything.

“I do hope you realize that I can't fuck you for, oh I don't know, a good three to six months right?” The sardonic young author chided, crossing his arms hotly as the pink haired singer carefully pulled down the sweats Eiri was wearing and licked his lips.

“Mmm… yah I do,” Shuichi purred as he started to rub his cheek and moist pink lips against his lover's erection.

The singer took just enough time to focus his seductive, half lidded gaze upwards and lock eyes with Eiri before engulfing the older man's shaft completely within his mouth and throat.

 

The sight of his cock disappearing inside Shuichi's mouth, coupled with the seductive look the kid gave him as he did it made Eiri toss his head back against the pillow and buck his hips.

Immediately he winced as his leg protested against the unplanned movement.

“Oww! Hey knock it- ah! Oh god… nhhh! Oww! kn-knock it off!”

Shuichi shook his head back and forth to signify that he wouldn't be stopping but, just as it was in Eiri's dream, the pleasure once again stopped abruptly. Eiri looked up just in time to see Shuichi lay on his back and insert a long shiny finger inside himself, one corner of the boys lower lip being gently pulled inside his mouth by his upper canine as he silently waited for the pain to turn to pleasure. The author continued to watch with rapt attention, as one finger suddenly became two and eventually three.

The performer in Shuichi wanted this to be as fun for Eiri as it was for him, so he instinctively put on as much of a show as he could. He tossed his head from side to side and moaned as he gently thrust his fingers inside himself. At the same time he pumped his cock and gave his lover a wanton, seductive look that practically screamed “I'm thinking about you right now.”

 

Eiri's mouth hung open and his hand lowered to stroke his cock as he watched his lover fondle and finger himself like a virgin, not knowing what would turn him on and acting surprised when it did.

Shuichi was getting close to coming and from the look on his lover's face, he guessed Eiri was close too.

Though somewhat reluctant to stop, the singer sat up and squeezed some more lube into his hand. Eiri hadn't stopped pumping himself, and by now the head of his cock was starting to turn purplish-blue. Shuichi pushed Yuki's hand away and ran his own lubed hand up and down the older mans hardened shaft.

After a few more pumps just to be a tease, Shuichi pulled his hand away and carefully straddled Eiri's hips, being very careful not to put pressure on his left leg or bump his cast in the process.

 

Shuichi position himself and gave Eiri a foxy grin.

“You might not be able to do the fucking, but I can still get what I want!”

And as soon as he was finished speaking, the singer slid himself down onto Eiri's cock, his eyes shut tight and his mouth agape as he slowly circled his hips while he waited for the pain to stop.

Yuki seemed to be experiencing something similar to that of his petite lover. The novelist's eyes shut and he tipped his head back as a wave of familiarity and pleasure washed over his body.

There was really no other way to describe the feeling; To Eiri, being inside Shuichi was like coming home…well, at least in metaphorical way, since he hated going to the temple in Kyoto… Most of the time.

It filled the sharp witted novelist with a base that counter acted his acidic personality, making him feel buoyant and neutral to his surroundings, but it also brought out a deep rooted sense of pride, and a possessive force unlike any the blond could ever remember feeling about anyone or anything. Shuichi was his and his alone. The boy's fans could watch him from afar, listen to his sappy love songs and dream about things happening between the two of them that would never happen in a million years, but they would never know all of Shuichi or his body, the way Eiri did.

And the pleasure factor was nothing short of fantastic either, so overall it was a win-win situation.

 

After nearly half a minute of gentle hips rotations, Shuichi began to lift his hips. He started slowly at first, testing his limits, but Eiri decided to take back his control over the situation and started to buck his hips, and verbally urged his lover to move faster.

“No! Eiri, Ah! Ohnnn!…stop it hurts…”

Ignoring his lover's pleas, Eiri grabbed hold of Shuichi's wrists and used them as leverage as he ground his hips upward into the tight heat surrounding his cock.

 

Eiri smiled evilly as he continued to thrust his hips into his lover's body because he knew that the kid wasn't really in pain.

It was one thing for Shuichi to be a talented singer, but in the acting department he was somewhat lax.

For one, the boy moaned and panted in-between his cries of pain, so the novelist knew he was not really being hurt.

Second, Shu had always been somewhat placating when it came to sex and he knew that Eiri liked it when he pretended he was being hurt. It was some sort of buried, predatory response and Shuichi was playing the role of the wounded little animal, screaming in pain and begging not to be eaten.

 

Thanks to Eiri taking the reigns back, Shu was moments away from coming and the novelist was not far behind him. It was at this point that the kids cell phone went off inside his pants pocket.

 

“Ahh! Nnn I- Should get tha-ah!-t Eiri, get…it!”

The pink haired singer cried as Yuki didn`t miss a beat,

“t…ould…be…K…” Shu whispered quickly into the tail end of a moan.

Eiri figured he had a few more thrusts left in him before he came so he decided to answer the phone and give whoever was on the other end an ear full- quite literally.

The writer reached over for the boys pants and, still thrusting his hips, he flipped the sparkly green thing open.

“What?” He demanded, moaning in the back of his throat as Shuichi circled his hips.

“Shuichi-kun? You sound very different today na no da! Did I do something to make you--”

“Nhh! T-this isn't Shuichi, he's a bit…busy what do you want?”

Just as Eiri informed Ryuichi that the person he was calling for was a bit tied up Shuichi came hard, screaming and shooting thick white strands of cum up and eventually down onto Eiri's chest.

The writer couldn't hold himself back and once Shuichi was lying on his chest, panting and out of breath, The writer came as well, remembering half way through to hang up the phone.

~~~~~

 

“Who did you just call Ryu?” Tatsuha asked as he walked out of the men's room and back into the busy stream of mall traffic to where Ryu was sitting on a bench waiting for him.

 

“Oh I just called Shu-kun to see if he wanted to come Kitty shopping with us Ta-kun, but Novelist-san said he was busy busy na no da!”

The hyper active thiry-five year old started to play idly with his bunnies bow tie, while Tatsuha mulled over what the singer had just said.

 

“Did you just say that my brother answered Shuichi's cell phone?”

The young monk asked, a hopelessly confused look plastered over his face.

Ryuichi smiled and shook his head up and down very fast.

“Uh huh! Yup, grouchy old novelist-san answered Shuichi-kun's cell phone and his words sounded very funny, kind of like this--”

Ryu mimicked what he had heard Eiri say during their brief cell phone call and it made Tatsuha laugh out loud.

Ryuichi, who was completely oblivious to why his lover was laughing, continued.

“And you know what Tatsuha? I think your Writer-san lied to me! Because me and Kuma both heard Shuichi in the back ground, only--” Ryu furrowed his brow for a few moments and proceeded to lean in close to Tatsuha's ear “-- Only he sounded a lot like you did this morning in the shower …when I was fucking you silly silly …na no da.”

 

Tatsuha leaned away from his lover's mouth and just stared at the man in bewilderment. The brown haired singer was right back to being his usual, stupid self again and was currently trying to eat one of his bunnies ears. Tatsuha shook his head and smiled.

His life was definitely about to get a lot more uncertain, but one thing that he was sure of, was that being with Ryuichi Sakuma was never going to get old.

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I am so sorry this took so long! I had such a shitty schedual lately that I'm not even going to begin the start listing all the heinous things I had to do….Argh! But now this is finished finished na no da! And you'll all be happy happy! ^_^

 

Anyway's I would like to let you know My best friend Angela-san is coming to see me tomorrow and I am uber duber psyched about that! I may be posting more on my other pieces, but it might not be until later next week okies?

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