Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Disappearing Act ❯ Chapter 1

Disappearing Act

 

Disclaimer: I don't own these gorgeous boys; Murakami Maki-sensei does *sobs*

I make no money off this story, no matter how much I wish I could. So leave me alone and stop trying to mooch money, I don't have any!!

 

Chapter One:

 

“Okay, Sakuma-san, I'll see you there.” Shuuichi hung the phone up with a smile and went to take a shower and get ready for his evening out. He was meeting Ryuichi and his bandmates at a popular club to celebrate the completion of Bad Luck's latest album.

 

Shuuichi took his shower, wrapping a towel around his waist when he finished. The bathroom was full of steam, the mirror completely fogged up. Shuu took the towel from his waist, dried himself off thoroughly and hung it up. A smaller towel hung around his neck after using it to dry his hair a bit, and he used that to wipe the condensation off the bathroom mirror so he could start fixing his hair, but the bathroom was still so steamy that the mirror kept fogging back up. Shuu was halfway through doing his hair, having already combed it and blow-dried a little, when he finally opened the bathroom door to let the heat and steam clear out so he could use the mirror as he put his gel in and got each section separated exactly how he wanted.

 

As the steam cleared, he saw a shadow move behind him, so quickly he didn't have time to react before strong arms were wrapped around his shoulders and a tall body was pressed against him from behind. Shuuichi blushed as he felt a growing hardness press against his ass through the other's suit pants, immediately causing a reaction in his own manhood.

 

“Y-Yuki, I thought you weren't going to be back for a couple more days…”

 

One hand began ghosting down his chest, splaying itself over his abs mere inches away from where Shuuichi now wished it was, and pulling him back more against the body behind him. As the other hand went up to his hair to grab a few strands, that hand on his abs trailed fingers down to Shuuichi's now twitching erection, wrapping the long, smooth fingers around the soft skin that covered the growing hardness and giving it a couple teasing strokes. Between hungry, nibbling kisses to his ear and neck, a warm wet tongue lavished attention to them also, giving Shuu goosebumps as a wave of pleasure washed through him. Warm breath and soft lips tickled him as a voice whispered against his ear, “Have I told you before how much you look like Ryuichi when you do your hair like this?”

 

Shuuichi's lust immediately chilled, his heart beating cold and fast as he tried to push away the hands, erection already softening from the shock, and turned around to face the black-haired man who was so not his lover. “T-Tatsuha-san?! What are you doing here?!!” Shuuichi stared at his lover's younger brother, aghast at having been touched so familiarly by him yet again, blushing hotly in a way completely different from how he'd been blushing before.

 

“I thought I'd come check on you while aniki's gone, Shuuichi,” Tatsuha said with a smirk, eyes gleaming as he pressed Shuuichi back against the counter, his still-present erection pressed into Shuu's naked thigh. “He's been gone three days now for his book signing, surely you're getting lonely.” He leaned in towards Shuuichi's ear, tasting and nibbling the lobe before moving down to his neck to give it the same treatment, fisting his hand in the singer's pink hair.

 

Suddenly very aware of his current naked state, Shuuichi reached for the towel hanging to the left of the sink while at the same time trying to push Tatsuha off him. “No, Tatsuha-san, we can't do this,” he insisted, voice slightly panicky, wishing not for the first time that Tatsuha didn't have a key to Yuki's apartment.

 

“Come on, Shuuichi,” Tatsuha purred, grabbing both of the shorter man's errant hands in his own and holding them against the counter. “I'll be aniki and you can be Ryuichi. Look, I even wore a suit for you,” Tatsuha nodded sharply, indicating his attire with the point of his chin.

 

At the gesture, Shuuichi couldn't help but look to see that Tatsuha was, indeed, wearing a suit. A black one… and very expensive from the look of it. Armani, most likely. In fact… it looked very similar to one Yuki had.

Shuuichi's eyes widened, realizing the suit did not merelyresemble Yuki's; it was Yuki's. “Tatsuha-san!” Shuuichi exclaimed, struggling to free his hands from their pinned position, “You took that from Yuki's closet!”

 

“Urusai, kusou gaki,” Tatsuha replied barely above a whisper, voice low and seductive in perfect imitation of his older brother. Tightening his grip on Shuu's captive hands, the black-haired teen wasted no time in claiming the lips of the short singer.

 

Caught off guard by the voice and the familiar words, Shuuichi allowed the kiss until the unfamiliar taste of the tongue rubbing against his reminded him of the current situation. He tried to back away from Tatsuha's insistent mouth, but found he really had nowhere to go as he was already plastered against the counter, and he could only lean back so far before his head hit the mirror. Even then, Tatsuha continued to plunder his mouth, lips and tongue taking all they could almost as expertly as the brother he resembled.

 

Shuuichi's head swam, partly from hitting his head, mostly from the sensations he was being assaulted with. His brain tried to force his body to fight, but he was weakened from Tatsuha's touch and hold on him. His mind panicking, he desperately tried to think of any way to get free short of kneeing Tatsuha; that surely wouldn't go unpunished. Finally, he decided perhaps a bite to Tatsuha's intruding tongue would do the trick, but he evidently didn't bite hard enough. Instead, it caused the black-haired teen to moan and press against him more, rocking his hips against Shuu's.

 

Just when Shuuichi thought he may actually have to knee the other man, a bell sounded through the apartment. Someone was at the door. The sound caught Tatsuha off-guard, and he paused, giving Shuuichi the opportunity he needed to free his hands and push Tatsuha away. He grabbed his towel and dashed out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth on his arm and wrapping the towel around his waist again before he opened the door to a giant pink stuffed bunny. A huge red bow was tied around its neck.

 

Shuuichi blinked. It definitely was stuffed, not just a suit like the one Ryuichi usually wore, but maybe… “Sakuma-san?” He caught a glimpse of brown hair as the bunny shook its head fervently. The big pink arms began flailing up and down. “Kuuummaaaaagoroooouu desu!” the `bunny' insisted.

 

Shuuichi played along, “Gomen, Kumagorou-kun, I thought Sakuma-san might be with you. Would you like to come in? I was just about to get dressed.”

 

More brown hair, a bit of red bandana, and a bright blue eye peeked at him for an instant from behind the lifesize Kumagorou before disappearing again. The bunny nodded its head `yes' to the invitation, and toddled forward through the open door, turning sideways to face Shuuichi as he held the door open and closed it after them. Finally, when Shuu turned back to his fluffy pink guest, Ryuichi jumped out from behind the giant plushie with a huge grin, yelling, “Surprise, Shuuichi!!!”

 

Shuu pretended to be surprised, which wasn't hard considering he hadn't been expecting the sudden yell, and gasped, “Sakuma-san! So it was you after all.”

 

Ryuichi smiled sheepishly, “Hai! Kuma-chan is shy. Ryu-chan had to talk for him, na no da!”

 

Shuuichi smiled, “Why are you here, Sakuma-san? I thought we were all meeting at the club.”

 

“I wanted to bring you a present, na no da!” the legendary singer exclaimed, waving the giant bunny's hand at Shuuichi. “Touma didn't want me to take a cab, so he sent K to drive me, but K didn't like having Big Kumagorou in the car,” Ryuichi said with pooly eyes, bringing out his own smaller Kumagorou to snuggle against his chest. “He said chauffeuring one crazy pink bunny was enough, and Magnum agreed, so we came to give him to you first.” He chewed on Small Kuma's ears. Shuuichi sympathized greatly with Ryuichi, having stared down the barrel of K's gun too many times to count. Ryuichi wasn't too traumatized apparently, though, as he suddenly hopped up and down and said, “K said we can drive you to the club, too, since we're here anyway… if you want, Shuuichi…”

 

“Thank you very much for Kumagorou, Sakuma-san. I'd love to drive to the club with you.”

 

“Silly Shuuichi,” Ryuichi giggled, and he nearly knocked the pink-haired singer over with a bear hug from him and Kuma. “Ryu-chan, Ryuichi desu!!”

 

Shuuichi gripped his idol's shoulders in the hug to keep himself upright, blushing as he felt the towel slipping from his hips. “Sakuma-sa—I mean, Ryuichi—arigatou gozaimasu. I need to go get dressed now, though.” Ryuichi released him and Shuuichi grabbed his escaping towel right before it fell and ran to his room to dress.

 

Just then, Tatsuha came out from the bathroom saying, “Shuuichi? Who was it? I thought I heard—Sakuma-san!” Suddenly, the calm teen's dark eyes turned into glistening hearts as he glomped the 31-year-old singer, causing them both to fall back on the huge pink bunny.

 

Ryuichi blinked up at him, head cushioned on Big Kuma's belly, and asked breathlessly, “Tatsuha…kun?”

 

Tatsuha had stayed in the bathroom waiting for his erection to calm, deciding not to take care of it himself in case he actually could convince Shuuichi. Now, lying on top of the very man he'd wanted Shuuichi to role play, and hearing him breathlessly say his name that way, he was quickly becoming hard again. He partly hoped Ryuichi wouldn't notice, but also kinda hoped he did.

 

“You… remember my name, Sakuma-san?” Tatsuha asked, surprised and delighted.

 

Ryuichi grinned, “Of course I do! I remember all my friends' names, Tatsuha-kun.”

 

Tatsuha felt butterflies of excitement in his stomach and gazed into Ryuichi's blue eyes, their faces inches apart, breath intermingling. “I'm your friend, Sakuma-san?” he almost whispered.

 

Ryu's grin disappeared and he stared into Tatsuha's eyes just as deeply, saying in the same hushed tone as Tats, “Of course, Tatsuha-kun, aren't you?” He looked up at him worriedly, eyes becoming pooly again.

 

Tatsuha panicked, not wanting to make his Ryuichi cry, “Of course, Sakuma-san! I'm your friend, I'm your friend!” He smiled widely and hugged the man tighter, much as he was used to hugging the TV screen when watching his Nittle Grasper videos.

 

Ryuichi smiled back, “Well, Tatsuha-kun, my friends call me Ryuichi.” A gleam came into his eyes momentarily, one that wasn't often seen off-stage, but it quickly disappeared.

 

“Ryu..i..chi..” Tatsuha said, as if saying the name for the first time. As if he didn't say it on a regular basis, at least a hundred times a day when talking about `his Ryuichi.' As if he didn't moan it nightly during any one of his many fantasies about his dream lover. Definitely loving the sound of it, and the idea of calling him that in person, Tatsuha said again, “Ryuichi.”

 

“Tatsuha-kun… T-Tatsuha..?” Ryuichi leaned toward Tatsuha a little more, propping himself up on his elbows, their mouths now mere millimeters apart.

 

Tatsuha answered with dreamy eyes, “Hai, Ryuichi?”

 

Ryuichi whispered against Tatsuha's lips, “Could you… get off me now?”

 

“Oh… sure…” Tatsuha sweatdropped and stood up, eyes liquid with disappointment, and held out a hand to help Ryuichi up.

 

Ryuichi smiled and slid his hand into Tatsuha's. “Arigatou, na no da,” he said with a smile, squeezing Tatsuha's hand slightly before he released it. Before Tats could respond, Ryuichi slipped off his shoes, put Kumagorou on his head, picked up Big Kuma, and ran to the living room just as Shuuichi came back out of his room.

 

The pink-haired singer walked into the living room wearing a toned down version of his stage clothes. Though he normally went around in regular shorts and a sweatshirt when off-stage, going clubbing was a different story. So he had chosen a skintight sleeveless black shirt, which came down to just above his navel and glittered slightly in the right light, shiny dark blue pleather shorts, and blue fingerless gloves that laced up his arm, stopping halfway to his elbow. He wore a black, rhinestone-studded choker, and completed the look with thigh-high boots that matched the shorts, though these were held in his arms so he wouldn't go through the house with shoes on. His other arm held a shiny black trench coat, slung over his shoulder.

 

Ryuichi ran past him and jumped onto the couch with both Kumagorous, causing a gust that ruffled Shuuichi's hair and outfit for a moment before it fell back into place. Shuu recognized the blue, brown, and pink blur immediately, but his focus soon went to the black, Armani-suited man that now stood in the living room as well, checking him out appreciatively. Shuuichi frowned. He had almost forgotten he was here.

 

Cocking an eyebrow at Tatsuha as he drew closer, Shuuichi said reprimandingly, “You weren't molesting Sakuma-san, were you Tatsuha-san?”

 

“Of course not, Shuuichi!” Tats insisted, going a bit red and shifting uncomfortably, hoping to hide the fact of his lingering erection. His predicament wasn't helped by the appearance of the two vocalists in the room with him.

 

Not only was Shuuichi looking good in his outfit, but Ryuichi was looking pretty damn hot as usual also. He hadn't really been able to fully appreciate it before, but now Tatsuha could get a good look at Ryuichi.

 

The legendary singer wore a light brown, suede, vest-like, lace-up shirt. The V-cut on it showed off his toned chest, since he wore no shirt underneath and only laced it from the top of his stomach to just above his bellybutton. A cowboy hat hung back from around his neck, and his favorite red bandana, which on anyone else would probably look completely out of place with this outfit, was tied around his forehead. More bandanas also adorned each wrist, bracelet-style; two blue ones on his left wrist and another red one on his right, which also had a leather braided bracelet on it. His favorite blue jeans, ones he wore often when performing, clung to his hips. He wore a leather belt as well, though it really wasn't needed as the jeans were perfectly snug, making the ass Tatsuha often admired look even yummier. The young monk almost drooled, but caught himself when he noticed the odd look Ryuichi was giving him. He just caught a glimpse of those seriously intense, startlingly blue eyes before…

 

“Why would Tatsuha-kun molest me?” Ryu asked in his innocent voice, expression suddenly turning almost chibi in confusion as he pointed to himself.

 

Shuuichi and Tatsuha both sweatdropped, Shuuichi stuttering to explain without really explaining. They were saved as, once again, the doorbell rang through the apartment. Before either teen could react, Ryuichi bounded to the door and threw it open, immediately hugging the visitor in greeting and pulling him inside with an arm around his neck.

 

“Hiro-kun!” Ryuichi exclaimed. “Shuuichi look! It's Hiro-kun!!”

 

Said red-haired guitarist, dressed in his leopard print shirt, black slacks with his chain hooked to the belt loops, black motorcycle jacket, and dark brown boots, smiled kindly and waved to Shuu and Tatsuha as he tried to struggle from Ryu's headlock-like hug. With one arm, he hugged the other man back, knowing this would appease him and earn his release from Ryuichi's arms. “Ah, hello Sakuma-san, Tatsuha-san,” he said, once he was allowed to breathe fully again, “Shuuichi, good, you're already dressed. You ready to go?”

 

“Eh?” Shuuichi asked, confused.

 

“To the club, you know,” Hiro answered. “I told you I'd pick you up, remember?”

 

“Oh,” Ryuichi spoke, “does that mean you're riding with Hiro-kun instead, Shuuichi?”

 

Shuuichi wasn't sure how to answer, not really wanting to break his arrangement with Hiro or pass up the ride with his idol.

 

Hiro wasn't too concerned about it, though. “Were you going to drive with Sakuma-san, Shuuichi? That's fine, I can meet you guys there.”

 

“You're going to a club?” Tatsuha asked.

 

“Hai hai, na no da! Because Bad Luck wrapped up their album this week,” Ryuichi answered enthusiastically. “Does Tatsuha-kun want to come with us?”

 

“Hell yes!” Tatsuha answered immediately. “Err… I mean, I wouldn't want to impose…”

 

Ryu grinned, “It's no trouble! Tatsuha-kun can ride in the car with Ryu-chan and Shuu-chan, na no da!”

 

Shuuichi wasn't sure if he liked this arrangement after Tatsuha's actions earlier, but had already said he would drive with Ryuichi, so he didn't say anything.

 

Hiro, seeing the look of apprehension on Shuu's face, came to the rescue. “Actually, Sakuma-san, I just remembered, Shuuichi and I need to make a stop somewhere first. Would you mind if he rode with me after all?”

 

“Ah, okay, na no da! Ryu-chan will see Shuuichi and Hiro there, na no da!” Then he put his cowboy boots on, tugging on Tatsuha's arm when he was done in a split-second, impatiently waiting for the teen to get his shoes on, and pulled him out the door, Kumagorou in his other arm.

 

Shuuichi also put his boots on, slipping his arms into his trench coat before pulling the door closed after himself and Hiro and locking it. They were out of the building twenty seconds after Ryuichi and Tatsuha, who were still standing outside the building, having encountered a problem with K. The pony-tailed blond was holding a gun to Tatsuha, insisting that he was sure to put Shuuichi in a slump again by dying his hair black and going off with his idol and rival alone. He obviously thought Tatsuha was Yuki, and Shuuichi knew this wouldn't turn out well if it continued, so he quickly explained the situation.

 

Things calmed down, the two pairs said bye and Shuuichi and Hiro went to get on his motorcycle.

 

“Sugoi!” Ryuichi suddenly exclaimed, popping up beside them again, seemingly from out of nowhere. “I didn't know Hiro-kun had a bike! I've always wanted one, na no da.”

 

Seeing an opportunity here, Tatsuha said casually, “You know, I have a bike, too, Ryuichi.”

 

Ryuichi turned to him with glistening blue eyes, “You do, Tatsuha-kun?”

 

Tatsuha nodded to where his bike was parked nearby and was immediately grabbed, Ryuichi fisting his hands on Tatsuha's suit jacket to plead, “Can we ride your bike to the club, Tatsuha? Can we, please, na no da??!”

 

Smirking from getting just the reaction he'd hoped for, he nodded at the other man even as he was dragged off in the direction of his bike. Tatsuha stowed Kuma in a compartment, then gave Ryuichi his helmet to wear. Ryu put it on, calling out, “I'm riding with Tatsuha, K!!” Then he hopped on the seat behind Tats, hugging him around his waist as Tatsuha started up the bike.

 

No one heard K's protesting gunshots over the sound of the motorcycle, and, luckily, no one felt them either. The blonde manager of Bad Luck quickly got in his car and followed the motorcycle to the club, making sure Nittle Grasper's vocalist wasn't kidnapped while in his care. Hiro and Shuuichi simply stared silently after them, shook their heads, and shrugged before also driving to the club. Hiro took a longer route, in order to keep up appearances from his ruse that he and Shuuichi had a stop to make, and they arrived at the club about thirty minutes later.

 

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Tatsuha hoped to take the scenic route on the way to Zepp Tokyo, which Ryuichi had told him was the club they were meeting at, in order to prolong their ride. But when he noticed a couple bullets fly past him, he realized his plans would not sit well with the angry manager now following them. He resigned himself to simply enjoying the ride, and the feel of the warm strong body holding onto his. The wind whipped around him, howling through his ears since he was helmet-less, and he couldn't really make out anything Ryuichi was saying to him. He could tell he was really enjoying the ride, though, just from the excited tone in Ryuichi's exclamations. Ryuichi's excitement seemed to flow from his body into Tatsuha's, sending a thrill up his spine.

 

Hoping to increase that feeling, he sped up the bike, causing Ryuichi to hold him tighter, hands grabbing at the clothes around his waist to get a better grip. Tatsuha grinned when Ryuichi let out a delighted whoop, and he sped up even more. Now going almost twice the speed limit, they, unfortunately, arrived at the club very quickly. Though he was disappointed, Tatsuha was ecstatic to hear Ryuichi say, “Aww, we're here already?” as he took off the helmet and handed it back to Tatsuha, who in turn handed him Kumagorou.

 

Luckily Zepp wasn't too busy yet, as it was still early evening and things really wouldn't pick up for an hour or two, after 10 or 11, so Ryu and Tats were able to enter without Ryuichi being swarmed too much. He did sign a few autographs, making Kuma say hi and wave, before he and Tatsuha made their way back to the table they could see Suguru sitting at. The young keyboardist looked slightly surprised to see them.

 

“Konbanwa, Sakuma-san,” the boy greeted politely, standing to bow.

 

“Suguru-chan, hi, na no da!” the older man greeted in return.

 

“Where's K? Seguchi-san told me he would be bringing you.”

 

“Oh, he was, but I decided to ride with Tatsuha on his bike. Do you know Tatsuha-kun? Did you know he had a motorcycle, na no da??”

 

Suguru sweatdropped, “H-hai. Konbanwa, Tatsuha-san.” He still remembered Tatsuha from the beginning of the whole Ayaka fiasco. And, of course, a few stories he wished he hadn't heard about Yuki Eiri's younger brother's attempted molestations of Shuuichi. He hoped `backup' would arrive soon so he wouldn't have to be alone with the idiot genius and molesting monk.

 

“Hello, Fujisaki-kun,” Tatsuha replied, taking off his suit jacket to reveal a pale blue shirt underneath, first four buttons undone. He put the jacket on the back of his chair and they all sat down, Tatsuha as close to Ryuichi as possible, and Suguru as far away from both of them as possible. Ryuichi seemed to be having a conversation with Kumagorou, oblivious to both of them, so Tatsuha tried to make conversation. “So, Bad Luck finished the new album I hear.”

 

Suguru nodded, “We finished recording and mixing it, so now it's all up to Sakano-san and NG to finish production.” He glanced at Ryuichi, who was still dancing Kumagorou around and whispering to him. Suguru sighed, “You don't know when the others are coming do you?”

 

Just as he asked that, K walked up to the table, followed by several members of security that were protesting the guns he carried in with him, two of which were holstered, one he held in his hand. He aimed it threateningly at Tatsuha, determined to teach the Ryuichi-napper a lesson, when suddenly…

 

“Kumagorou Beam!!” Ryuichi shouted and threw the pink bunny directly at K's forehead. Despite his soft, cuddly looks, Kumagorou was actually a super-strong fighter and dangerous secret weapon with super powers, and K was immediately knocked unconscious. He lay twitching on the floor beside the table.

 

Apparently unconcerned, Ryuichi suddenly jumped up, putting Kuma on his head and pulling Tatsuha along with him. “Come on, Tatsuha! Kuma-chan needs to dance!” Weaving deftly between the other dancers in an area of the club, Ryuichi found a spot for them in the middle of the floor. The music was fast, lights flashed all around, and the movements of Ryuichi, Tatsuha, and the other bodies around them created a feverish heat. Still they danced on. And still Kumagorou stayed on Ryuichi's head, despite his movements.

 

Tatsuha watched Ryuichi move, a light sweat glistening on him like morning dew. He watched a drop trail from his neck, down his collarbone, tracing the defining lines of his chest until it disappeared under his vest. Tatsuha barely resisted the urge to lick the trail up, and focused on Ryuichi's face to try to avoid more temptation. He was suddenly met with piercing blue eyes, making his breath catch and throwing off his rhythm slightly before recovering. The beat changed and, though it was still rather fast, it had a sensual feel to it. People danced closer together, the entire floor an orgy of pure energy, but the only one Tatsuha noticed was the one dancing against him.

 

More people started dancing, and the crowd pressed in on them. Tatsuha could feel every move Ryuichi made now. There was never a moment their bodies didn't touch, each moving to complement the other, legs, arms, and chests touching. A bit of his usual seductive charms began to surface as he grew more comfortable around his desired lover, and Tatsuha turned so he was behind Ryuichi, crotch to his ass, moving them together. The friction felt good, and he knew there was no way Ryuichi wouldn't notice how turned on he was now, but he didn't care.

 

Ryuichi started moving against him as well, pressing himself back and wiggling his butt a little. Tatsuha smirked at that. Was he teasing him? The pace of the music grew a little slower, the beat still pounding living sensuality through the club, and Ryu did it again; this time not only pressing and wiggling, but doing a little up and down thrusting motion that was in no way subtle. He looked back at the taller teen monk, once again with those intense blue eyes, and seemed to have a dare written in his expression. Tatsuha raised his brows in surprise, then smirked again, accepting the challenge.

 

He put his hands on Ryu's hips and pulled him back even as he thrust forward a little more, increasing the friction. Then Tatsuha started running his hands up Ryuichi's sides, feeling the slight ripples of toned muscle underneath his soft suede vest. He slid his hands up further, the shirt moving up also, and felt Ryuichi's soft skin, slick with sweat. Slowly moving his hands back down, Tatsuha hooked his thumbs into the waist of Ryuichi's jeans, keeping him against him as they danced, lower halves in sync as they moved almost liquidly together.

 

Tatsuha couldn't keep his hands in one place though, and soon they were exploring again, caressing down Ryuichi's hips and thighs. Tatsuha's breathing was ragged, both from the activity of dancing and the excitement of touching Ryuichi. He could feel that the same was true for Ryu. He splayed a hand across Ryuichi's fly, just above where he could tell a bulge was forming, and sent the other hand searching for a taut nipple through the top of Ryuichi's shirt. Tatsuha teased it, running his finger over Ryuichi's nipple lightly, then tracing around it, not touching, before pinching slightly and tracing it again. He felt Ryuichi's breath hitch and the singer shuddered against him, leaning his head back to rest on Tatsuha's shoulder as he continued to tease Ryuichi.

 

Just as Tatsuha began trailing his other hand lower on Ryu's jeans, the shorter man turned around to face him. Eyes still holding that intense expression, Tatsuha saw lust pooled between hooded lids, and his breathing grew even more ragged. Heart pounding, butterflies going crazy in his stomach, he prayed he wasn't dreaming. Ryuichi once again plastered himself against Tatsuha, this time face to face, and Tatsuha felt the other man's hands doing some exploring of their own on his back and ass. Ryuichi ran one hand to the back of Tatsuha's neck and pulled him close, lips almost touching as he held the younger man's gaze. Tatsuha ran his tongue over his lips unconsciously, anticipating what was to come. He could feel Ryuichi's breath puffing into his open mouth, and it made his already aching erection twitch even more.

 

“Tatsuha?” Ryuichi whispered against his lips, and Tatsuha felt rather than heard the words.

 

“Yes, Ryuichi?” he answered, eyes questioning the singer.

 

Ryuichi pulled his head down further, positioning his mouth right by Tatsuha's ear, and said, “Do you know what time it is?”

 

Once again disappointed by Ryuichi's reply, Tatsuha nevertheless obliged the brown-haired man, raising his left wrist to peer at his watch over Ryuichi's shoulder. “It's 9:40,” Tatsuha answered into his ear.

 

He barely registered Ryuichi's gasp before he was suddenly being dragged through the crowd again. Tatsuha couldn't help but admire the other man's uncanny ability to part a crowd no matter where he was, and found himself wondering, not for the first time, if Ryuichi really was a god come to earth. The fact that Kumagorou was still on his head punctuated his suspicions even more.

 

Ryuichi led him off the dance floor, to a back corner of a club, where they went through a door marked `Employees Only'. The door led down a hallway filled with several doors, all of which had placards on them; the kind that would hold signs with the name of a band or comedian that was performing at the club. In the middle of the hallway, Ryuichi stopped and opened one of the doors. Tatsuha glimpsed the sign that held the characters of Ryuichi's name within a star, but had no time to react to this piece of information as he was quickly pulled into the room behind it and the door was shut and locked.

 

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A/N: So, there's the first chapter. More to come soon. This'll be a short one, only a couple more chapters probably. Let me know what you think, as this'll be my first published yaoi fic.

 

Thx,

~ LG