Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Disappearing Act ❯ Chapter 3

Disappearing Act

 

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

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Chapter Three:

 

Before they completely left the hallway, Touma paused in his walking, looking Ryuichi over. Tatsuha stopped as well, not wanting to present his back as a target to the man who was still clearly upset by his presence. Ryuichi walked on a couple more steps before stopping mid-stride to turn back to Touma and give him an innocent questioning, “Hmm?”

 

Tatsuha caught the tail-end of a frown marring Touma's angelic face before the man turned a cherub smile to his lead vocalist and said, “Ryuichi-san, perhaps you should visit the restroom before we meet the others? I think the… dancing… left you a bit disheveled.”

 

Truly, disheveled was a bit of an understatement. Ryuichi's hair was sweaty and sticking up in odd directions, the bandana around his forehead was askew, the lacing on his shirt had come untied and was very loose, causing one of the shoulders to slide down Ryuichi's upper arm, and his belt was still partially pulled through a belt loop from when Tatsuha had started taking it off. Ryuichi's lips were also a bit reddened and swollen from his and Tatsuha's kissing…and…other things. Pretty much the only things still intact on the man were the bandanas on his wrists and his cowboy hat that still lay against his back. Seeing him walking around like this, practically proclaiming what he and Tatsuha had been doing in that locked dressing room, caused lust to stir anew in Tatsuha. Not that it had ever left him completely.

 

There was no mistaking the anger in the sideways glare Touma gave Tatsuha, and the young monk quickly tried to put a rein on his hormones before he further invoked Touma's wrath, but Ryuichi wasn't paying attention as he was looking down at Kumagorou questioningly, as if to see if his plushie friend agreed with his bandmate.

 

Apparently getting his answer, Ryuichi smiled chibily and nodded. Before Ryuichi walked away, Touma put a hand on his shoulder and said with a smile, “Perhaps you should take this with you, Ryuichi-san.” His other hand held out a package of mint gum and his thumb pushed a stick up, offering it to the brown-haired man, who looked at it questioningly. Touma tilted his head slightly and purred softly, “Such activity does tend to leave you rather dry-mouthed, Ryuichi-san. That would be counterproductive to this evening's plans.”

 

Ryuichi regarded him a moment, his lips pursed in thought. “Okay, Touma! Tatsuha-kun, I'll be back in a minute, na no da!” he suddenly exclaimed as he grabbed the gum, running back down the hall towards the backstage restroom.

 

“I'll be waiting for you at the table, Ryuichi-san,” Touma replied. Ryuichi waved that he heard just before he opened the door and stepped inside, door slamming behind him. As soon as he was out of sight, Touma returned his fierce glare toward Tatsuha. “Come with me,” he ordered in a tone leaving no room for argument or comment of any kind. He continued his stride towards the end of the hallway, holding the door open for Tatsuha to follow. And he did.

 

Tatsuha started in the direction of the table they'd been sitting at earlier, but Touma immediately grabbed his sleeve in the opposite direction. “Aren't they still sitting over there?” Tatsuha asked, pointing his other hand back the way he'd been headed.

 

“We're not going to the table. Or, rather, you're not,” Touma answered as he steered the teen towards the exit.

 

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Once in the bathroom, door locked, Ryuichi stood in front of the mirror and undid his belt and pants, readjusting himself now that his erection had completely calmed. As he did so, the feel of his hand on the so-recently-hard organ tempted him to simply stroke it back to attention and work one out right there. He restrained himself, however, knowing if things went as he wanted, and they surely would, the wait would surely be sweeter in the end. So, things adjusted, he zipped his pants back up and rebuckled his belt.

 

Ryuichi fixed his shirt, putting it back on both his shoulders and tightening the laces before retying them. Of course, he still left it mostly open, showing off his well-toned chest. And, yes, his bellybutton was still peeking out from underneath.

 

It was then that Ryuichi realized something. He needed to pee. So, actually having need of the facilities he was in, he walked over to use it, careful to readjust himself again after. It would not be wise to be careless with the zipper, but then again Ryuichi had much practice with it by now. These were his favorite jeans after all, and he always wore them without underwear. The tightness of them practically warranted it, and it was probably a blessing that Ryuichi actually preferred to keep himself waxed.

 

He went back to the sink to wash his hands, and ran his still wet hands through his hair. He dried his hands and hair under the hand dryer and then looked in the mirror as he ran his hands through his hair, taming it somewhat. Then he fixed his bandana and put on his cowboy hat, popping the gum Touma had given him into his mouth before he left the bathroom.

 

Once back in the public area of the club, he quickly found his way to the table he'd been sitting at before. Shuuichi, Hiro, Suguru, and K were all waiting there for him.

 

“Shuuichi!” he exclaimed as soon as he saw the pink-haired man, and promptly jumped to hug him from behind, despite the fact Shuu was sitting on a chair and the back of it pressed into Ryu's near-naked chest.

 

“S-Sakuma-san!” Shuuichi exclaimed, blushing slightly as the older man rubbed his cheek into the crook of Shuu's neck, much like a cat would.

 

Ryu straightened up from his stooped position behind Shuu's chair, only to crouch beside the chair and look up at the pink-haired singer. The hand holding Kuma came up and positioned the pink fluff on top of pink hair as Ryuichi brightly admonished, “Ryuichi!”

 

Shuuichi couldn't help but smile with Kumagorou on his head, and replied, “Gomen, Ryuichi.”

 

Ryuichi nodded and started to smile, when he suddenly noticed who was missing from the table. “Where are Touma and Tatsuha-kun?”

 

“You mean they're not with you?” Hiro asked.

 

Ryu shook his head `no' slowly, beginning to frown. “Touma said he'd meet me here, and Tatsuha-kun went with him… Darn Touma, and I thought he'd be here when I gave you your surprise, Shuuichi!”

 

“My… surprise?” the younger man asked curiously, easily erasing Ryuichi's frown.

 

“Hai, na no da! Ryu-chan planned this days ago, when you first wrapped up recording your vocals. Suguru-chan helped, too, na no da!” He gave a conspiratorial grin to the 16-year-old, who merely faintly cocked an eyebrow as he continued drinking his tea. As an afterthought, Ryuichi added, “Oh, and K helped too.”

 

“Helped with what?” Shuuichi asked, curiosity growing.

 

Ryuichi grinned his biggest yet, “Setting up your concert, na no da!”

 

“Concert?!” Shuuichi and Hiro exclaimed together.

 

“We're putting on a concert?” the singer asked.

 

“Hai, and I'm going to sing with you, Shuuichi, na no da!”

 

“When?”

 

“Tonight,” Ryuichi answered brightly.

 

“Tonight??!” Shuu and Hiro exclaimed as one.

 

“In about eight minutes, to be exact,” Suguru remarked, glancing at the watch on K's wrist.

 

“Why did Fujisaki know ahead of time?!” Shuu wanted to know.

 

The green-haired boy answered this, “Surely I should not be expected to perform on such short-term notice because of a whim Sakuma-san had? Besides, this is more a surprise for Shindou-san than Bad Luck, what does it matter if I knew? The only reason Nakano-san didn't know is because there wasn't any opportunity to say anything before now, without Shindou-san possibly overhearing. Of course, K-san and Seguchi-san set everything up with the club's management and made sure all our instruments made it here and were set up properly.”

 

“Just for me?” Shuuichi questioned, turning his head from Suguru to look at a nodding Ryuichi again. “Why?”

 

“Because, Shuuichi,” Ryuichi explained, drawing out Shuu's name slowly, “You worked really hard on the new album, and I'm proud of you, na no da! It's time to celebrate and be happy, and it's also a good time to start writing for the next album, to get a head start, na no da.” Ryuichi's gaze on him suddenly changed, not quite the intense stage expression, but no longer the happy-go-lucky face either. His voice softened, “But I knew that Yuki-san was going to be gone for a few days for his book, and that Shuuichi can't write when he's missing Yuki-san,” again the gaze changed, back to his cheerful smile, “So I had Touma set it all up for Bad Luck to put on a surprise concert. You write your best lyrics when you're happy, Shuuichi, and performing makes you happy, na no da! Especially when it's short notice, Shuuichi. Surprises get your juices flowing, na no da.” Ryuichi grinned cheesily at him.

 

Shuuichi smiled back just as cheesily at his idol, eyes glistening in happiness, so touched by the older singer's thoughtfulness. “A-arigatou, Saku—Ryuichi,” he quickly corrected himself before the disapproval of the name made its way completely onto Ryu's face.

 

Ryu then leaned up to Shuuichi's ear and whispered, “I invited myself to sing with you, though, Shuuichi. Is that okay, na no da?”

 

Shuu didn't even need to ponder the question. Of course it was okay for his idol to want to sing side by side with him again!

 

Surprise finally given, K took the boys of Bad Luck to get ready to take the stage, which was set up and waiting for them, and Ryuichi went to find Touma and Tatsuha. They still hadn't met him at the table like Touma said…

 

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“What do you mean I'm not going to the table?!” Tatsuha exclaimed, trying to pull his arm out of Touma's clutches.

 

Touma held tighter, nearly dragging the boy through the crowd towards the door. “It is up to me to look out for Ryuichi-san's best interests. You are not in his best interests, so you need to leave.”

 

The black-haired teen glared back at the blonde and finally yanked his arm from Touma's grasp, forcing him to stop walking. “I think Ryuichi can decide for himself what's in his best interests, and he seems to enjoy my company. Quite a bit, might I add,” Tatsuha said, a satisfied smirk clear in his voice and expression, having no doubt that Touma knew what they'd been doing. Or at least had an idea.

 

Touma crossed his arms, giving the younger male a cold look, “Regardless of what you may think, Tatsuha-san, you have no say in this. Whatever ideas Ryuichi-san has given you from his… behavior tonight, this was a one time thing. Ryuichi-san won't ever be what you want him to be, so it is in everyone's best interest that you leave before you become even more attached to this obsession that has no future.”

 

Tatsuha bristled at that, “Why don't you let us decide if it has a future or not?” What right did Touma have to decide anything for Ryuichi? And to act as if he's simply trying to save Tatsuha from being hurt? Yeah fuckin' right!

 

Touma sighed. He knew getting rid of the boy would not be easy, not with the Uesugi stubbornness running through his veins; but he had to do it. The last thing Ryuichi needed was another stalker in love with him after what was simply a fling to the singer.

 

There had been quite a few through the years, both men and women, who seemed to think sex with the legendary vocalist meant they were suddenly an item. Touma knew, though, that simply wasn't the case. Ryuichi was a very senses-oriented person; he liked to feel good and make others feel good. Not that Ryuichi was one to simply use people and toss them aside. He simply didn't realize the lasting effect he had on them, and Touma was vigilant in making sure he never found out; he protected Ryuichi, both from complicated feelings and scandal.

 

In this role, he had long ago begun setting limits for the singer, insisting he never be alone with fans, never lock his dressing room without Touma's permission, always inform Touma of his nightly plans and activities so that Touma could send a car for him (which usually ended up being driven by K, who also ended up serving as bodyguard to the singer), and never drink without supervision. Ryuichi had willingly complied with his set limitations, putting his complete confidence and trust in his long-time friend and keyboardist, but Touma knew that Ryuichi's need to taste and feel was sometimes too overwhelming to follow the rules. That was why Touma had given himself up to that role long ago as well. He'd figured out for himself that Ryuichi wasn't the kind of man to fall in love and be with one person, just as Eiri had not been the kind of man able to fall in love with Touma, but if Ryuichi's needs for touch and attention were fulfilled by him, he would have no need to look elsewhere, or so Touma thought. Yet here was another such problem glaring him in the face, seeming to insist he knew Ryuichi better than Touma did.

 

Perhaps in his recent renewed worry for Eiri, and the added attention from Mika that had come with it, Touma had been neglecting Ryuichi's needs too much. Touma would make sure to right that wrong after tonight's performance. Perhaps the fact that this particular fan was not a stranger, but a `friend' and practical-brother-in-law to a certain pink-haired singer whom Ryuichi held in high esteem, had been a loophole around the rules. Of course, he would never tell Tatsuha any of this reasoning, and his glare at the boy hardened. “There is no need to `figure it out,' Ryuichi-san simply doesn't feel for you what you feel for him. He can't. Save yourself the trouble and leave. Now.” Touma grabbed for Tatsuha's arm again, but he pulled out of Touma's reach quickly. Before their confrontation could worsen, they were interrupted by the very subject of their argument.

 

“Tatsuha-kun! Touma! Why are you over here? I thought you were going to meet me at the table, na no da!”

 

Touma smiled at him, “It seems Tatsuha-san has to leave, Ryuichi-san. I was just seeing him to the door.”

 

Ryuichi's eyes became pooly and he pouted, “Does that mean you can't stay for the concert, Tatsuha-kun? I thought you'd stay to hear me sing, na no da.”

 

“Concert? You're going to perform tonight, Ryuichi? Of course I'll stay!” Tatsuha agreed, unbelievably grateful for his continued luck when it came to the living god.

 

Ryuichi's face perked up, “Yeah? Yay!” He jumped on Tatsuha, glomping him and hugging him tight.

 

Behind Ryuichi, Touma returned his glare to Tatsuha, immediately changing back to a smile when Ryuichi finally let go of Tatsuha and turned to address his blonde bandmate, “See, Tatsuha-kun will stay to hear me and Shuuichi sing, na no da.”

 

“Shuuichi's singing too?” Tatsuha asked.

 

Ryuichi nodded enthusiastically, “It's Ryu-chan's surprise for Shuuichi, na no da!”

 

Tatsuha didn't completely understand what was going on, but as long as he got to see Ryuichi perform, and hopefully be with him afterwards, he didn't really care.

 

“Did you tell Shindou-san, then?” Touma asked Ryuichi.

 

“Hai, K took them all back to get ready, na no da.”

 

“Perhaps you should do the same, Ryuichi-san,” Touma suggested, hoping to get Tatsuha alone again and get him to leave.

 

“Hai, but I need some water, Touma. This gum is old, na no da,” Ryuichi stuck his index finger in his mouth and pulled it out slowly, the gum stuck to the tip of it, and wiggled his finger at Touma.

 

Touma chuckled lightly and smiled, “I'll bring a bottle of water to you backstage, Ryuichi-san.”

 

Ryuichi put the gum back in his mouth and grinned at him, “Arigatou, na no da! Hurry back, Touma!” Then, grabbing Tatsuha by the arm, Ryuichi ran off towards the concert area to meet up with the members of Bad Luck. Touma was left standing there, looking almost stunned at being seemingly outwitted.

 

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Ryuichi and Tatsuha ran all the way to the door that led backstage. It was on the opposite side of the club from where the door they'd gone through earlier had been. Ryuichi pulled it open and closed it behind him and Tatsuha and continued running down the hallway that ran the length of the concert hall. Before he took the small set of stairs up to the side of the stage, though, Ryuichi stopped and turned concerned eyes to Tatsuha.

 

“Was Touma making you leave, Tatsuha-kun?” his voice was soft, but still with his usual touch of innocence.

 

Tatsuha was surprised by Ryuichi's sudden intuition, especially since his intense `stage persona' had not yet returned, believing the man had been oblivious to Touma's attitude toward Tatsuha tonight. He nodded silently in answer to the question.

 

“He'll try to make you leave before I'm done singing, na no da,” Ryuichi said softer still, eyes beginning to glisten.

 

Tatsuha nodded again. He knew Touma was not one to give up so easily before getting his way.

 

“But it's okay, Tatsuha-kun,” Ryuichi suddenly spoke louder, eyes bright and smiling, “Ryu-chan has a plan, na no da!”

 

Ryuichi quickly told Tatsuha his ingenious plan, and they soon were on the side of the stage, where the members of Bad Luck and K were waiting for him.

 

“Ryuichi, you were supposed to take the stage two minutes ago!” K exclaimed.

 

“It's okay, K, okay, na no da?” Ryuichi reassured, though his antics only served to make K a little more red in the face. The brown-haired singer merely grinned at him and continued, “It's a surprise concert! We can be a little late, na no da!”

 

K was about to protest, loudly and violently, when Touma's soft voice echoed through the large empty backstage area, “Don't worry, Mr. K, the club's management is used to Ryuichi-san's idea of time.” The group turned to see the smiling man walking up to them. Touma handed a bottle of water to Ryu, “Here you are, Ryuichi-san.”

 

“Arigatou, Touma,” Ryu said before opening the bottle and promptly drinking half of it in one go. He tongued his gum onto the inside of the bottle cap and drank the rest of the water, replacing the gummed cap before handing the empty bottle back to Touma. “Ready, to be pikapika, Shuuichi?” he asked, putting an arm around the other singer's shoulders. Shuu grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

 

K gave a cue to a nearby stagehand and soon Bad Luck, featuring Sakuma Ryuichi, was being announced over the noise of the gathering audience. Hiro and Suguru took the stage, readying their instruments, and Shuuichi went to follow. K grabbed Kumagorou off Shuu's head before he stepped out onto the stage.

 

Ryu hung back a minute and turned to Tatsuha. “Take care of this for me, Tatsuha-kun, while you enjoy my golden voice,” he said, a hint of his former seduction slowly slipping into his speech as he took his cowboy hat off his head and reached up to put it onto the young monk's dark head. His cobalt gaze slid slyly to Touma and back to Tatsuha as he said, “I'll be watching to make sure you do.” He ran a hand lazily through his hair and turned back to follow Shuu onto the stage amidst the screams of surprised fans who'd been lucky enough to come to the club this night.

 

The back of his thin suede shirt fluttered in the breeze created by Ryuichi's movement, showing off the small of his back. Tatsuha let his gaze follow the curve of Ryuichi's spine down to his tight ass, held so lovingly by those jeans, as he loped away. Tats was left standing between Touma and a Kuma-holding K.

 

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“Konbanwa, minna-san! We're glad you're all here tonight to see Bad Luck perform, na no da! This is a special surprise concert, na no da!” Ryuichi proclaimed through the microphone, waving his arms about as he spoke to the audience. “They just finished recording a new album, so look for that real soon, na no da!” He turned to Shuuichi, “This is your present for your hard work, Shuuichi. Is it okay if I sing too?”

 

Cheers erupted from the audience as Shuuichi smiled and answered, “Nanitozo.”

 

“Then I have another surprise for you, Shuuichi,” Ryuichi said through the microphone to his friend.

 

“What's that, Ryuichi?” Shuu asked.

 

Ryuichi took the bandana off his left wrist and came around behind Shuuichi. Shuu stood still, a look of bewilderment on his face as he stared out at the audience that was captivated by Ryuichi. Ryu wrapped the bandana around Shuuichi's head and tied it, then undid the choker around the pink-haired singer's neck and put it around his own.

 

“Tonight, I'm you and you're me, na no da!!”

 

Shuuichi's huge purple eyes stared into the brown-haired man's bright blue eyes as the crowd took a collective pause to blink before once again erupting in screaming cheers and applause. Ryuichi waved at the crowd and said softly to Shuuichi, though the microphone still picked it up, “That's okay, ne, Shuuichi?” Shuuichi nodded and Ryuichi tipped his head and smiled as he pointed to Suguru to begin the music.

 

The 16-year-old started up his arrangement on the synthesizer, playing a song from their first album. After a little bit, Hiro came in with his guitar. Ryuichi's hand went to his face, covering his eyes as he went into `performance mode.' Rather than his usual fierce look, however, it was slightly softer, yet with a look of determination; highly reminiscent of a certain strawberry-haired singer that stood beside him. At the same time, Shuuichi put his hand up to the bandana around his head, feeling the wrinkles and the texture of the material as he thought about what Ryuichi wanted. He smiled determinedly and put his head down, closing his eyes as he brought a hand up to them, and mimicked the way Ryuichi usually slipped into his stage persona.

 

`Be Ryuichi,' he thought to himself, and opened his eyes to reveal fiery violet orbs. Finally, the cue came during the song for them to start singing.

 

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As he watched Ryuichi perform, Tatsuha almost forgot the hostile company he was in. Both Bad Luck and Nittle Grasper songs were played, as well as some songs from Ryuichi's solo career, and of course a couple songs from Bad Luck's new album that were being heard for the first time in public. Ryuichi had probably spent a lot of time with Shuuichi while he was recording in order to know all the new lyrics, and Tatsuha felt a little more than a twinge of jealousy at this thought. He wished he was the one Ryuichi was always hanging on like he did to Shuuichi. Then, watching Ryuichi and Shuuichi dance together onstage, mimicking each other's usual movements, Tatsuha smirked. If the rest of the night went smoothly, he would soon be a lot closer to Ryuichi than Shuu had ever been. He felt the weight of the hat Ryuichi had placed on his head, and felt a warm tingle course through him as he smiled to himself and continued enjoying the show.

 

Ryu and Shuu put on quite the performance, not that anyone would expect otherwise. They did a great job of pretending to be each other, though of course it was inevitable that Ryuichi's awesome true talent break into his imitation of Shuuichi's voice every now and then. On certain sensual verses, Ryuichi would look over to where Tatsuha stood behind the curtains on the side of the stage, and Tatsuha could feel that cobalt gaze pierce into his very soul, making his body come alive as if Ryuichi was touching him again. Then Touma would shift or make a soft noise beside him and Tatsuha would remember where he was and silently tell his body to calm down and wait. He couldn't help but be moved by the music though, and he kept the beat with his body, though not as obviously as Ryuichi and Shuuichi were as they danced on stage.

 

After quite a few fast songs, the music segued into something soft and almost melancholy. The dual crooning of the verses echoed through the concert hall, and Tatsuha was too entranced by it to notice anything Touma was doing. He didn't even hear the hushed voices of Touma and K talking. Once the song was over, though, they began to play Rage Beat, which would surely close out the concert. Just as Ryuichi's gaze again left Tatsuha, focusing in the other direction to Shuuichi, Touma stepped in front of Tatsuha, blocking his view.

 

“Now it's time for you to leave.”

 

Tatsuha crossed his arms, “I'm not going anywhere.”

 

There was the clicking of a gun being cocked, then cool, hard metal was pressed to his temple. “I beg to differ,” said a certain pony-tailed American.

 

Tatsuha frowned and glared for all he was worth at Touma, but it did nothing to crack the smug look on the normally cherub face. The gun pressed harder against his skin and Tatsuha sighed resignedly. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, “You win, Seguchi-san. I'll leave.” The pressure of the gun let up, but still hovered near his head. A small smirk crossed Tatsuha's lips and a gleam came into his eye, “But winning a small battle now doesn't mean you've won the war.”

 

Touma reached up and took the hat from Tatsuha's head, placing it on his own, his own hat held at his side. One finger tipped the cowboy hat up so he could peer at Tatsuha with icy turquoise eyes, and he said in a cold, yet silky voice, “I always win, Tatsuha-san.”

 

A hand was placed on his shoulder and, almost before he knew it, Tatsuha was being steered off the stage, down the stairs, through the hallway, out the backstage door, through the club, to the exit. When K finally let him go, he was standing in front of his motorcycle in the parking lot of Zepp Tokyo.

 

“Time for you to go, lover boy,” K said, the `nickname' being said in English.

 

Tatsuha's brow twitched, but K fingered the trigger of his gun and the young monk needed no further coaxing. He got on his bike, started it, and rode away. K stood in the wind of his departure, ponytail waving, and smiled as he watched to make sure the boy really left. Satisfied after Tatsuha's bike could no longer be seen or heard, K returned to his boss's side just as the final set wrapped up and the band left the stage.

 

“Hiro-kun, Suguru-chan, good job, na no da!” Ryuichi hugged Shuu and exclaimed, “That was really fun, na no da! We should do that more often, I like being Shuuichi, na no da!”

 

Touma smiled at the two singers, walking up and handing them both a bottled water. “It was very good, Ryuichi-san. Perhaps there will be opportunity for this again in the future, if Shindou-san enjoyed it as much as you, of course.”

 

Ryuichi looked questioningly at Shuu, and the pink-headed singer nodded enthusiastically, grinning hopefully, “I loved it, Ryuichi!!”

 

“Yay!” Ryu hugged him tighter before letting him go to drink his water. He looked around and said, “Where's Tatsuha-kun?”

 

Touma's closed eyes crinkled in a wide smile, “He had to leave, Ryuichi-san.”

 

“He gave you my hat?” Ryuichi asked, noticing that Touma was wearing it and grabbing it to place it back on his own head.

 

Touma was momentarily startled by the action, the slightly upset tone of Ryuichi's voice, and the momentary narrowing of his eyes as he did this. It threw him off long enough to answer truthfully, “I took it back from him for you.”

 

The narrowed eyes on Touma hardened for a split second before softening and widening as Ryuichi said, “Arigatou, Touma.” Lapse in happiness over, Ryuichi gasped as he remembered something, and took Shuuichi's collar off his neck, handing it back to the other singer. Shuu took the bandana off his head and gave it to Ryu, thanking him again for everything he'd planned.

 

After a few more words between everyone, making plans to meet the next day at NG, K hauled the members of Bad Luck off, leaving the stage hands and a couple impromptu roadies to gather the instruments. One of the roadies drove a van around the back to load up the instruments and return them to the NG building.

 

Soon, Touma, Ryuichi, and Kumagorou were left alone, Ryuichi having retrieved Kuma from K, and the three of them headed to Ryuichi's dressing room to relax a bit in private before leaving the club. Ryuichi flopped down in the middle of the small couch in the room, arms across the back of it, legs apart in front of him sitting on the heels of his boots. Kuma sat beside him, now wearing the cowboy hat. He leaned his head back and let out a long satisfied sigh. “Ahh, Touma, tonight was fun, na no da,” he said to the ceiling.

 

Touma closed the door and leaned against it demurely, smiling at Ryuichi as he locked the door behind his back. “Mm, it seems you had fun before the concert as well, Ryuichi-san.”

 

“Aa, Tatsuha-kun and I had fun, Touma,” Ryuichi said, voice husking a little. His head tilted forward and his eyes slid to Touma's, cobalt and turquoise meeting in similarly intense stares. “You let him leave before I got to have more fun.”

 

Touma chuckled lowly, sidling gracefully over to Ryuichi and settling himself on the other side of Ryuichi, opposite Kuma, turning in his seat to face the other man. He ran delicate fingers through Ryuichi's performance-ruffled hair and purred, “Gomen, Ryuichi-san… but we can still have fun… Ryuichi-san.” He brought his lips up to kiss Ryuichi's earlobe, following the curve of his jaw from there, finally placing needy lips firmly against Ryu's when he got there. The hand in Ryu's hair clenched the strands gently, massaging his head and neck with small fingers. Touma's other hand slowly made its way to Ryuichi's knee, trailing purposefully light fingers up his thigh and rubbing just inside his leg, so close to where Touma really wanted to touch.

 

He let his hand ghost over Ryuichi's crotch, not even touching yet, and instead put his small, cool hand on the hot flesh of Ryu's abs. Touma's kiss grew more forceful, and he slid his tongue across Ryuichi's lips. When Ryuichi didn't respond right away, Touma pulled a little harder on the back of his neck, increasing the pressure and prying the lips open with his own to slip a desperate tongue into the hot mouth. He soon found Ryuichi's own wet muscle and enticed it to play, moaning when Ryuichi finally responded. The hand on Ryu's abdomen found the lacing of his shirt and undid the bow with a pull to the string. Touma shifted so that he was straddling Ryuichi, his kiss with the singer quickly growing more heated and needy. He used both hands to undo the lacing of the suede shirt and slid his hands over Ryuichi's chest.

 

Touma's body tingled, memories of Ryuichi's body writhing under his adding to the sensations of this moment, and he was soon gently grinding against the other man, increasing the friction on the erection contained within his suit pants. Growing too warm, Touma slid out of his coat and tossed his hat to some far corner of the dressing room, then continued his attack on Ryuichi's mouth. He moaned into Ryuichi's mouth more as the other man sucked his tongue a little. Touma growled while giving appreciative nibbles to Ryu's lips and jaw. His hands continued to play across the muscles of Ryuichi's shoulders and chest, kissing Ryuichi hard to make up for all the time he'd neglected him. He kissed down his neck and to his chest, sliding himself gently to the floor between Ryuichi's legs. Mouth taking over his hands' adoration of Ryu's chest and nipples, Touma caressed his hands down to Ryuichi's thighs again. He massaged the inside of Ryuichi's legs, teasing the growing hardness between them.

 

Getting turned on even more by his own actions, and growing impatient, Touma's normally nimble fingers fumbled at Ryuichi's thick leather belt, finally unbuckling it to unsnap Ryuichi's jeans. Mouth watering from its prospective treat, Touma swiped his tongue across one of Ryuichi's nipples and sucked on it. When Touma blew lightly on it, Ryuichi gasped and sucked air through a groan, causing Touma to smirk smugly and bite the nipple just a little less than gently. This caused a deeper groan from Ryuichi and Touma brought his head back up to kiss Ryuichi as his fingers began to unzip Ryu's jeans slowly.

 

Suddenly, Ryuichi stopped Touma's hands with his own and broke their kiss with a lick of his lips. “Wait,” Ryuichi said breathily.

 

Eyes hooded and breathing heavily, Touma sat back to look up at him and gasped out, “What's wrong… Ryuichi-san?”

 

“I… have to go to the bathroom,” Ryuichi replied. He lifted the pink bunny beside him, “So does Kuma.”

 

Disappointed but relenting, Touma allowed him room to stand. Ryuichi closed his pants and fixed his shirt before leaving the room, with Kuma in one arm, for the restroom down the hall. “Hurry back, Ryuichi-san. It's been too long since we've had so much fun,” Touma purred before he left. He picked himself up off the floor and sat on the couch to wait for Ryuichi, congratulating himself in his head for once again heading off a major hitch in his perfectly planned life by forcing Tatsuha to leave. After quite a few minutes of staring off into space, imagining all the things he was going to do to Ryuichi when he returned, Touma looked at the thin silver band on his wrist to see what time it was. Seeing that the time read a few minutes past 1 am, he realized Ryuichi had been gone for almost fifteen minutes. Frowning to himself, he left the room and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Entering the silent room, he immediately knew Ryuichi was not in there, and grew worried.

 

Touma quickly searched the halls of the entire backstage area, checking every room and still finding nothing. He alerted security and the entire club was searched top to bottom, inside and out, but it was futile. Ryuichi was nowhere to be found in Zepp Tokyo.

 

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A/N: Gomen, I really thought I would get to the real Ryu/Tats this chapter, but Touma somehow schemed his way into getting more of a role in this little fic! I should've known it would happen… you just can't have Touma in a story and expect it to be short and simple. That said, it looks like this little fic of mine will be a bit longer than I'd originally planned. Exactly how much longer, I'm not sure… we'll see where it takes me. Also, I'd originally planned 3 Ryu/Tats/Ryu lemons, and 1 Yuki/Shuu, but now that the story's running away with itself there could be more… another thing we'll just have to wait and see. Next chapter, for sure, expect to see some smut! …and I'm sure actual story will sneak in there again also…

 

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