Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Disappearing Act ❯ Chapter 4

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!!

 

Additional Warning this Chapter: slight exhibitionism (well... it's sex in a public place... but there's no one around... just coverin' my bases ^_~)

 

Chapter Four:

 

The wind felt great to Tatsuha. It whistled past his ears underneath the cowboy hat he once again wore. His blue dress shirt whipped against him, and the breeze running through the thin material gave him a light case of goosebumps. It wasn't unpleasant, though. It made him feel alive, racing through the streets of nighttime Tokyo on his bike. The arms around him gripped his shirt tightly, and he heard, over the roar of the wind and engine, the delighted squeal of, “Hayai! Motto, Tatsuha-kun, motto! Hayaku, hayaku, na no da!!” Obliging his passenger, Tatsuha gripped his handlebars tighter and increased his speed even more, going nearly twice the speed limit, and Ryuichi let go of his shirt to wrap his arms snug around Tatsuha.

 

Tatsuha's lips quirked up in a smile, unseen by the man behind him as Ryuichi watched the city blur by in streaks of color and light. Tatsuha took one hand off the handle to run it over the arms wrapped around him, noticing now how cold Ryuichi's arms were. Not that Tatsuha should have expected any less. Ryuichi was practically shirtless and it was October after all, even if it was a bit warmer than usual. Riding a motorcycle in only a suede vest surely couldn't help, especially when Tatsuha himself noticed how much cooler it seemed now from how it had been earlier, on their way to Zepp Tokyo. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at Ryuichi and asked, hollering over the noise of the bike, “Are you cold?”

 

Ryuichi just grinned at him, “I'm fine, Tatsuha-kun. Keep going! Isn't the city pretty at night, na no da?” His wide blue eyes seemed to reflect all the colored lights around them so that they resembled a kaleidoscope. But then he gave a noticeable shiver and Tatsuha decided he should pull over somewhere so Ryuichi could have a break from the unrelenting wind and warm up a little. Besides, Tatsuha wasn't really sure where Ryuichi intended them to go in the first place. Would tonight be the night he finally saw Ryuichi's apartment? Thinking on this and wondering, Tatsuha realized no matter where they went, Ryuichi definitely planned to finish what they'd started earlier. Ever since Ryuichi had told him his plan, he was sure of it.

 

Ryu had told him that, even if Tatsuha was able to somehow resist Touma's `persuasion' and stay at the club, Touma would not let Ryuichi leave with Tatsuha. He made no mention as to why Touma had such a grudge against Tatsuha, or why Ryuichi let him run his life in such a way, and Tatsuha wondered about it, though he didn't say anything as he let Ryuichi lay out his plan. The singer told him he would have to leave the next time Touma `asked' him, but Ryuichi still wanted Tatsuha to stay for the concert. He said he would make sure Touma wouldn't kick Tatsuha out before he got to hear Ryu sing, and again Tatsuha wondered how but didn't voice his curiosity. The next time Touma tried, Tatsuha was to leave, but he needed to still put up a fight; otherwise Touma would suspect something was up. Tatsuha knew this would not be too hard, since he would still much rather just be with Ryuichi the whole time without trying to run some covert operation under the King-of-Schemes' nose. He trusted Ryuichi to know Touma well enough after so many years together as friends and bandmates in Nittle Grasper, so Tatsuha went along with the plan.

 

Once Tatsuha was kicked out, he was to leave on his bike. Really leave. Ryuichi was sure that Touma would have K or someone watch to make sure Tatsuha really left, and instructions were most likely, at that moment as they spoke in the hallway, being given to the staff of Zepp Tokyo not to let Uesugi Tatsuha back in the building after he left. Hearing this, Tatsuha again felt a mixture of curiosity and anger. Why was Touma so hell-bent on keeping him and Ryuichi apart; especially when Ryuichi obviously was a willing participant? And was Ryuichi always so intuitive to the finer workings of the behavior of those around him?

 

Tatsuha would need to take his time, getting a good distance away from the club and taking a few twists and turns, making sure no one was following him. Then, he was to head back and wait for Ryuichi on a specified side street behind Zepp Tokyo; one that was close enough that Ryu could quickly walk there when he left out the back door of the club, but far enough away that Tatsuha would not be easily recognized if someone was still keeping an eye out for him. Once Ryuichi left Zepp, even if someone was watching for Tatsuha, Ryu was convinced he would be able to get away to him without any trouble. The plan had gone off, evidently without a hitch, and Tatsuha smiled a little wider at the thought of how much Ryuichi must really want to be with him to pull this off.

 

Ryuichi gave another shiver as Tatsuha pulled off the street near a wooded park. He cut off the engine and they got off the bike, Ryuichi taking off the helmet Tatsuha had once again given him for the ride, and Tatsuha readjusting the cowboy hat Ryu had placed on his head before their ride began. Ryuichi looked at him questioningly, wondering why they had stopped.

 

Tatsuha stepped closer to Ryuichi, running his hands down Ryu's chilly arms and smiled, “I thought we could walk through the park a bit and warm up.”

 

Ryuichi grinned and leaned his head against Tatsuha's shoulder, “Tatsuha-kun is so smart. He has good ideas, na no da.”

 

“Just let me get something first,” Tatsuha said, walking back to his motorcycle and opening the storage compartment to get out his jacket for Ryuichi to wear. He pulled Kumagorou out first and Ryu immediately took his pink friend in his arms, asking him if he'd had a good ride. Tatsuha was confused a moment when couldn't find his jacket in the compartment, though. Then he remembered. He had left his clothes in his brother's room when he'd `borrowed' the suit he was now wearing. He also realized something else. He'd left the suit jacket at the club. He'd definitely be hearing about that later, but right now he was inclined not to care. Not when he was in the company of a certain brown-haired object of his affections, who was staring at him with curious eyes as he waited for Tatsuha.

 

Tatsuha chuckled softly to himself over his uncharacteristic absentmindedness and shook his head as he closed the compartment. He turned back to Ryuichi and offered his hand to the shorter man, the two of them walking off toward a path leading through the woods. Tatsuha put an arm around Ryuichi, trying to warm him up. Ryuichi didn't mind the cold too much, but he allowed Tatsuha's attentions and enjoyed the warmth nonetheless.

 

Tatsuha looked down at him when Ryuichi sighed softly. “Are you feeling warmer?” Tats asked.

 

Ryuichi looked up at him and nodded slightly, then shook his head emphatically no. “Not warm enough. Not yet, na no da,” he answered, a glint coming into his eyes even in the darkness of the woods.

 

Before Tatsuha could reply, Ryuichi turned to face him and wrapped his arms around Tats, Kuma held in one hand. Instinctively, Tatsuha held him as well, and Ryu leaned up to press his soft lips against Tatsuha's. Pleasantly surprised, Tatsuha returned the gentle kiss, the two of them standing in the middle of the wooded path. One of Ryuichi's hands came to hold Tatsuha's face and he suddenly deepened their sweet kiss, tongues meeting and massaging each other. Tatsuha pulled Ryuichi closer, one hand moving down to his backside to squeeze gently, and Ryu moaned into his mouth softly. Ryu's hand came up to the cowboy hat on Tatsuha's head and lifted it, pulling it back to lay against Tatsuha's back so he could run his hand through the back of his hair.

 

Ryuichi pressed more against Tatsuha, still kissing him as he walked him off the path, Tatsuha stepping backwards until he was up against a large tree. Suddenly, Ryu pushed him down to sit on the ground and straddled Tatsuha, breaking their kiss only to completely pull the cowboy hat off of him before it was crushed against the tree, immediately kissing him again heatedly; frantically. Tatsuha could feel the hardness in Ryuichi's jeans pressing against him, his own erection coming to life as the older male ground himself down onto him. Two hands ran through Tatsuha's hair, tugging at it as Ryuichi attacked Tatsuha's mouth with his skilled lips and tongue. Kisses, nibbles, and bites leaving Tatsuha breathless and panting with need, his lust-clouded mind didn't even care where Kumagorou had suddenly disappeared to. He started thrusting up against Ryuichi's downward thrusts, increasing the much-wanted friction.

 

Tatsuha caught Ryuichi's tongue and sucked on it, hard. Ryuichi moaned aloud and dropped his hips down a bit harder, eliciting a similar moan from the teen. Tatsuha squeezed the perfect globes in his hands, encouraging more thrusting. He ran his hands all over Ryuichi, unable to keep them from exploring. Tatsuha's hands went to stroke Ryu's thighs and rubbed against Ryu's crotch.

 

“Mmm, Tatsuha,” Ryuichi moaned, “You can molest me now.”

 

Tatsuha needed no further encouragement before leaning Ryuichi back to lie against the soft grass, repositioning himself between Ryu's legs again. He took control of their kiss, exploring all of his lover's delicious mouth, sucking and nibbling his bottom lip, nipping at his jaw. He ran his tongue over the shell of Ryu's ear, and then nibbled his way down his neck, sucking a bit at the juncture near the shoulder on each side of Ryu's neck. Tatsuha untied and unlaced Ryu's shirt, immediately attacking his chest with his eager tongue, tugging gently at his nipples with his teeth, earning a lusty growl from the singer as he grabbed Tatsuha's head and thrust his chest towards Tatsuha's mouth more. Tats happily gave into the request and sucked on the hard buds of flesh beneath his tongue, one after the other. With another slight tug, he nipped his way down Ryuichi's chest and abdomen, running his tongue along the skin just under the waist of Ryu's jeans. A small smirk crossed his lips as he looked at Ryuichi's face and saw the look of raw desire in those intense blue eyes.

 

Tatsuha pulled Ryuichi's boots off, and was momentarily disappointed as he went to undo Ryu's pants and those familiar hands stopped him again just after he unbuckled the belt. Suppressing a frustrated groan, he let out a relieved breath he hadn't known he'd held as Ryuichi said, “Let me.” He unsnapped them, then arched his back as he thrust his hips down and slowly, carefully, unzipped his jeans. Tatsuha gasped as Ryuichi's naked erection was revealed and he realized the singer's need to do the unzipping. Ryuichi was in no way average, and Tatsuha had already known this from seeing Ryu's concert video during which he got naked during the last song. Seeing him up close and in real life, though, he now wondered how he was able to wear those tight jeans at all, and commando no less. His mouth dropped open, eyes sparkling in awe of the singer still able to throw surprises at him, and Ryuichi gave a low laugh at the look on his face. Coming back to himself, Tatsuha changed his shocked expression to a lecherous grin and helped Ryuichi pull the jeans off the rest of the way.

 

Running his hands up the other male's strong thighs, Tatsuha quickly got back to his desired task and ran his tongue along Ryuichi's straining cock, from base to tip, then circled the head and took him entirely into his mouth. He was glad he had practice deepthroating, as he didn't want to miss out on a single bit of Ryuichi's tasty organ. The young monk worked Ryu's length with his tongue, mouth, and throat. Ryuichi tugged Tatsuha's hair as he thrust himself into Tatsuha's mouth, though not too roughly, and Tatsuha dug his fingers into the flesh of Ryu's thighs and ass, pulling him in more for a minute longer. Then Tatsuha let up on deepthroating a bit, turning to a lighter suction and teasing tongue. His right hand went up to Ryuichi's mouth, where the singer sucked on his fingers much as Tatsuha was sucking his dick. Satisfied with the wetness, Tatsuha brought his hand between the singer's legs, running a finger lightly over his entrance and gently prodding in.

 

Ryuichi gave a small gasp at the intrusion, which quickly turned to a moan as Tatsuha worked the finger in more, massaging Ryu's inner muscles. After a little while, he added a second finger, scissoring them a bit in order to get deeper. Soon he hit that perfect spot inside, and Ryuichi gave a throaty moan, bucking against the fingers inside him. He tugged again on Tatsuha's hair and brought the younger man's mouth back down fully onto him, and the two of them soon found a rhythm for Ryuichi to get all he could from both the mouth and the fingers.

 

Ryu fucked Tatsuha's mouth, both of them enjoying every second of it, moaning and groaning, heat coiling in both of them. Ryu's thrusting sped up and Tatsuha met his thrusts with his mouth, sucking and swallowing. He added a third finger to Ryuichi and again curled toward that spot. With a final cry that echoed through the empty park, Ryuichi arched his back and came hard. Tatsuha tried to swallow it all, though some dribbled past his lips. After a few more shallow thrusts, Ryuichi collapsed to the ground panting. Tatsuha slowly pulled his fingers out of Ryu and released his, amazingly, still hard manhood from his mouth. He went to wipe the mess on his chin with his sleeve, but Ryuichi stopped him and leaned up to lick Tatsuha's face clean with a coy smirk.

 

“Mmm,” the singer said with a flick of his tongue over his own lips, “Not as tasty as Tatsuha, though.” He then kissed the young monk deeply and sucked his tongue as if to extract Tatsuha's very flavor. He unbuttoned Tatsuha's shirt a bit to suck on one of the marks he'd left earlier. Then Ryuichi grabbed Tatsuha's ass and pulled him down, thrusting against him again. Tatsuha was surprised Ryuichi was still hard, especially after how forcefully he came, but he wasn't about to complain. A still-horny Ryuichi made for a deliriously happy Tatsuha.

 

Ryu quickly undid Tatsuha's pants and pulled them down, boxers and all. They pooled around the younger man's knees, and Ryuichi immediately grabbed the erection presented him, stroking it deliberately. There was no slow teasing this time. Ryuichi smeared Tatsuha's pre-cum all over his eager cock and directed it towards his entrance.

 

This time it was Tatsuha's turn to pause their actions with a hand on Ryuichi's wrist, which earned him a highly disgruntled noise, somewhere between a groan and a whine. Tatsuha merely smiled down at the man and reached down into his pants pocket to pull out a small tube of lube, opening it and pouring a generous amount into his hand, which he smeared over himself, hissing slightly at the coldness of it.

 

Ryuichi's mouth quirked into a half-smirk, eyes gleaming, “You carry that around in your pocket?”

 

Tatsuha smirked back, “One must always be prepared.”

 

“Kind of like the boy scouts,” Ryuichi replied.

 

“Kind of,” Tatsuha agreed, positioning himself as he finished lubing up. “But I'm no boy scout,” and he thrust all the way into Ryuichi in one quick movement.

 

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Touma… was… livid. Ryuichi had run out on him. The search of the club had lasted almost twenty minutes before Touma had been informed by Bad Luck's roadies, who were having a drink before they left for NG, that they'd seen Ryuichi leave out the back way while they were loading the instruments into the van. He had been alone. Well, alone except for Kumagorou. Touma was sure he hadn't been alone for long, though.

 

The blonde downed a whiskey at the bar and slammed the glass down, the ice clinking as he asked for another. He gulped that down too, leaving the empty glass on the counter with several hundred yen. Quickly rethinking his actions, he returned to the bar and bought his own bottle of the whiskey to take with him.

 

Touma went back to the dressing room Ryuichi had been provided with for the night; it was the same one they always gave him at Zepp. The president of NG retrieved his coat and hat from the room and left the club after a brief word of thanks to the club's owner for having them again. Then he got in his Mercedes and drove to Ryuichi's penthouse apartment. The vocalist may have went off to fuck Eiri's little brother, but as long as Touma had been keeping track of Ryuichi's sex life, he had never known him to take anyone back to his place except for Touma. He decided he would go there, just to make sure Ryuichi hadn't actually just decided to go home.

 

Touma pulled into a space in the underground parking garage and took the elevator up to the top floor. Ryuichi's apartment took up the whole level, and Touma used his key to get in. The entire place was empty, and Touma sighed in resignation realizing it had been too much wishful thinking on his part after all. Never mind it, though. He would simply wait for Ryuichi. He had to come back eventually; surely sex with Tatsuha wouldn't last long, and Touma would be waiting to re-stake his claim on his vocalist. Ryuichi needed reminded that his trysts were unnecessary; Touma could take care of his needs.

 

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“Tatsuha, move!” Ryuichi pleaded.

 

Tatsuha pulled back, sliding almost all the way out of Ryuichi before slamming back in again. He'd wanted to do this for so long, and though he'd always imagined savoring it and taking his time, the situation called for speed. He pulled almost all the way out again, thrust forward again, and finally started a steady rhythm of thrusts.

 

“Ahh, Ryuichi,” Tatsuha breathed.

 

The pleasure of it was almost unbearable, Ryuichi was so warm and he felt so good inside, and once again Tatsuha found himself wondering if this was all a dream and he would wake up alone on his futon at his home in Kyoto. He was soon knocked out of his daze, though, when Ryuichi's moans reached his ears. Even his dreams didn't feel and sound this good.

 

Tatsuha leaned down and pulled Ryuichi into a deep kiss, both of them panting into each other's mouths as their tongues and bodies entwined. Ryuichi bent his knees up, putting his feet on Tatsuha's hips and arching his own hips up more, pulling Tatsuha deeper inside him. Tatsuha hit his prostate full-on and Ryuichi groaned in ecstasy, biting and sucking on Tatsuha's tongue to show his gratitude. Ryu wrapped his arms around Tatsuha's back, grabbing his ass to pull him deeper still.

 

“Oohhh, fukaku, Tatsuha, motto fukaku!” Ryuichi moaned pleadingly.

 

He was immediately gratified as Tatsuha sat back on his heels, hooked his arms under Ryu's knees, and leaned forward again, angling them both so he hit that perfect spot with every urgent thrust. He was so deep in Ryuichi now, he could barely stand it, and the pressure building within him was near bursting point.

 

“Ohhh, Tatsuha, hayaku, hayaku” Ryu groaned out as he tried to buck even faster against Tats.

 

Tatsuha felt cold wetness against his stomach and realized Ryuichi had found the lube he'd tossed aside and coated himself with it, and was now stroking himself in time with Tatsuha's thrusts. Supporting himself with one arm, he put his hand between them and wrapped it around Ryuichi's dick as well, the two of them stroking together for a minute before Ryu left it to Tatsuha. Their groans got louder as they moved frantically together, and Tatsuha put his arm back under Ryu's leg to lean against him further. The combination of the friction of their bodies around Ryuichi's member, and Tatsuha repeatedly hitting his sweet spot finally pushed Ryu over the edge and he cried out as he came for the second time in less than twenty minutes. Ryu's inner muscles clenched around Tatsuha's cock and Tats soon spilled his seed inside the other man, with a cry of, “Ryuichi!”

 

Tatsuha collapsed against his brown-haired lover and the two of them lay for a moment, gripping each other tightly and panting in sync, trying to catch their breath. After a few more minutes, Tatsuha finally pulled out and lay beside him in the soft grass. “Kami-sama,” he whispered.

 

“Hai?” Ryuichi answered, turning to his side and grinning over at him.

 

Tatsuha laughed and Ryuichi chuckled with him. “Are you warmer now?” Tatsuha asked.

 

“Much,” Ryu replied with a glint in his eye.

 

“We should probably clean up and get dressed,” Tatsuha suggested, remembering they were still technically in public. Ryuichi nodded in agreement and Tatsuha used his dress shirt to clean them up before they redressed. Ryuichi put his boots back on and retrieved Kumagorou from where he'd dropped him near the tree. Then he picked up the cowboy hat and returned it to Tatsuha's head as he handed him the lube he'd also picked up from the ground. Tatsuha put the tube back in his pocket and folded up his shirt to carry it as they walked back to his bike. He was glad he was still quite warm from their sex, since he was now even more shirtless than Ryuichi.

 

Tatsuha put his, …Yuki's… whatever, shirt in the storage compartment of his bike and handed Ryuichi the helmet, asking, “Where to now?”

 

A spark came into his cobalt eyes, “Can I drive your bike, Tatsuha?”

 

Tatsuha quirked an eyebrow, “You have a license?”

 

“Is Tatsuha-kun worried about Ryu-chan breaking the law, na no da?” Ryu asked in his childlike voice. Then he smirked, “I think I've already broken the law a few times tonight, Tatsuha. Sex with a minor, in public, and in front of a child are serious offenses, na no da.”

 

Tatsuha's cheeks tinged pink at being called a minor, then he frowned, “In front of a child?” Ryuichi wasn't counting him for that as well, since he was the `minor' he had sex with… was he?

 

Ryuichi held up Kumagorou, “Kuma-chan was peeking, na no da!”

 

Tatsuha chuckled and tapped Kumagorou's nose, admonishing, “Naughty Kuma-chan!”

 

Ryuichi nodded and faced Kumagorou to him, “Next time we will have to cover Kuma-chan's eyes, na no da!”

 

Tatsuha's heart gave a leap at this comment. `Next time,' he thought.

 

Ryuichi asked him again if he could drive, and Tatsuha immediately agreed. Ryuichi tried to give him the helmet to wear, but Tatsuha insisted Ryu wear it. They got on the bike, Tatsuha behind Ryuichi this time, and Tatsuha gave Ryuichi a quick lesson of what does what. Ryuichi seemed to already know, however, and Tatsuha let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when Ryu started them up and maneuvered out of the park and back onto the streets of Tokyo with an ease that spoke of experience. He allowed himself to relax and just hold onto the man he loved as Ryuichi drove.

 

As they idled at a light, he couldn't help but lean over Ryu's shoulder and ask, “When did you learn to drive a motorcycle, Ryuichi? I thought you'd never had one before.”

 

A sly grin crossed the singer's face as he answered, “I told you I've always wanted one. Just because I've never owned one doesn't mean I've never driven one.” After a pause, Ryuichi said, “But don't tell K, na no da.”

 

Tatsuha grinned and hugged Ryu tighter, both for the contact and the warmth, and said, “I wouldn't dream of it… Where are we going, now?”

 

Ryuichi smiled coyly over his shoulder, “Just let me drive, Tatsuha.”

 

Tatsuha was really curious, but as long as he was with Ryuichi it didn't really matter where they went or what they did. He gave in and let Ryuichi have control.

 

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After performing at Zepp Tokyo, Touma had sent Shuuichi and his fellow members of Bad Luck off with K, saying Ryuichi had an early day tomorrow and they would all see each other again at NG the next day. Hiro and Shuu hadn't been ready to call it a night, however, and they had somehow convinced Suguru to go out to karaoke with them. In the process, Suguru had been distracted while trying not to be forced to sing with Shuuichi, and Hiro replaced his plain tropical juice with one spiked with Malibu rum. He and Shuu both agreed that their keyboardist needed to loosen up, and since they were well-known at this bar they wouldn't get any slack for the 16-year old drinking.

 

Suguru had drunk it without realizing, as the alcohol couldn't really be tasted amidst the different flavors already present in the juice, and didn't realize until around halfway through the third one that there was something different about it. By that time, he was already in the early stages of `drunk', and as there was no going back at that point, he finished it and ordered another himself. After the fifth one, Shuuichi and Hiro had to force him to stop, completely leaving the bar when Suguru began singing along with other karaoke performers, drowning their poorly-timed lyrics out with his own slurred yet almost-in-tune and still on-time ones. Suguru had protested, and loudly, so Hiro had slung the small boy over his shoulder and carried him out.

 

He and Shuuichi sandwiched Suguru on Hiro's bike, making sure the drunken keyboardist wouldn't fall off on the trip, and Hiro carried him inside when they reached Suguru's house first. Luckily it was late enough that his parents were in bed, and Hiro pulled Suguru's boots off as he toed his own off at the door, then went down a nearby hallway hoping to find the boy's room and put him in bed. Luckily it was easy to spot, the door bearing a sign warning all not to disturb him when working on his music, and Hiro deposited him in his room silently and left to take Shuuichi home.

 

Hiro and Shuu had been drinking as well, but Hiro could hold his liquor and hadn't even been buzzed much when Suguru had caused his scene. That had quickly sobered him up. Shuuichi was drunk, but, being used to it after hanging with Hiro for so long, he handled it a lot better than Suguru had. He didn't really realize how drunk he was until after Hiro had dropped him off in front of Yuki's apartment and Shuu had had to walk inside by himself. Now, Shuuichi fumbled in his coat pockets outside the door to the apartment, looking for his keys. Finally finding them, he tried to figure out which one of the three keys was Yuki's apartment key and put it into the keyhole. Before he accomplished this task, however, the door was pulled open to reveal someone that looked very much like Shuuichi's blonde lover.

 

Shuuichi gave a start, then smiled with loving, glistening eyes as he saw Yuki's face staring back at him. He paused a moment, frowning as he squinted at the face. “Yuki?” he asked uncertainly. Realizing this figure definitely had blonde hair and not black, he grinned again and exclaimed, “Yuki!” as he glomped his lover, knocking them both to the floor.

 

Yuki sat up, rubbing the back of his head, and grunted, “Kusou gaki.”

 

Shuuichi sat back, arms around Yuki's neck still, and said, “It's really you this time, right Yuki?”

 

“Of course it's me, brat,” Yuki replied irritatedly. “Will you get off me now?”

 

“Oh, gomen, Yuki,” Shuu said quietly and stood to close the door. When he turned around, Yuki was staring at him with a familiar gleam in his eyes. Shuuichi squeaked in surprise as Yuki put his hands against the door on either side of Shuu, and the pink-haired singer pressed himself against the door.

 

Yuki ran a hand under the lapel of Shuu's trench coat and purred in a low voice, “Where were you tonight?”

 

Purple eyes stared into gold, captivated, and he answered softly, “Zepp Tokyo. Sakuma-san set up a concert for us, because we finished recording this week.”

 

“That place stays open this late?” Yuki questioned his small lover, pulling the coat off of him and tossing it aside. It was almost 4am on a Thursday night, or Friday morning depending how you looked at it, and he was sure Zepp closed around 2 during the week.

 

“Hiro, Fujisaki, and I went out to karaoke afterwards. Are you upset, Yuki? Have you been waiting up for me long? I thought you weren't coming back until Saturday night.”

 

“I came back early since the next few signings are close enough to commute from here. And I wasn't waiting up for you, it's just that you make so much damn noise when you're trying to open the door, kusou gaki.”

 

Shuuichi smiled up at him, knowing Yuki was only saying that, and he leaned up to press a gentle, loving kiss to the blonde's inviting lips. Not satisfied with his pink-haired singer's light touch, Yuki pulled Shuu against him with one strong arm. His other hand angled Shuuichi's head to deepen the kiss and plunder Shuu's mouth with his tongue. Shuuichi could feel Yuki's erection growing against him, and he wrapped his arms up around Yuki's neck, his legs wrapping around Yuki's waist as the taller man picked him up and carried him off to their bedroom.

 

Yuki laid Shuuichi on the bed and sat on his knees between Shuu's legs. He ran his hand up to Shuuichi's left thigh, finding the zipper for his ridiculously high, yet oh-so-sexy boots. Finding the zipper, he unzipped it and pulled the boot slowly off Shuu's thin leg, setting it down beside the bed and repeating the action for the other boot. He was amused to find that the pink-haired boy wore pink ankle socks underneath. They must have been a pair of his white ankle socks that had been in the wash one of the first times Shuuichi had done the laundry for Yuki; when he'd washed a new set of red sheets with his other laundry and many of his and Yuki's white things came out pink. Finding it too cute, Yuki left the socks on as he stretched himself out over Shuuichi to kiss him again.

 

Yuki cradled Shuuichi's head and kissed him sweetly, yet hungrily. He'd only been gone about four days, but it was four days too many, and now that he was home he needed to taste his pink-haired lover again. He traced Shuuichi's lips with his tongue, stroking his fingers through Shuu's hair, and quickly slipping his wet muscle through Shuu's parted lips. It glided across Shuuichi's teeth, finding Shuu's tongue and stroking it. Supporting himself over Shuu with one arm, Yuki let a free hand roam over the lithe body beneath him; the body he remembered so well and yet wished to remind himself of all over again.

 

He broke their kiss to flutter quick kisses down Shuu's neck. Coming into contact with the singer's choker, Yuki undid it and pulled it out of his way. Going to suck on that graceful neck, he stopped short before his lips and tongue met the flesh, and instead sat back and gave Shuuichi an accusing look.

 

“What's this?” Yuki asked, pressing two fingers against a dark bruise on Shuuichi's neck.

 

Shuuichi looked confused and brought a hand to his neck as well, “What?”

 

“You had a hickey hidden under your collar,” Yuki said, anger becoming clear in his tone.

 

“What? A hickey? Yuki, that's not possib—kusou!” Shuuichi suddenly looked as furious as Yuki felt right then, which surprised the blonde, though he showed no sign of it. His unspoken question was answered when Shuuichi said, “Tatsuha!”

 

Yuki narrowed his eyes to slits, “Tatsuha was here?”

 

Shuuichi looked up at him, “Yeah, he must've come in while I was in the shower getting ready for tonight. He attacked me again when I opened the bathroom door. If it wasn't for Sakuma-san coming over I don't know how I would've gotten away from him.”

 

“That damn brat! He's going to get it the next time I see him,” Yuki cursed. Then he raised a questioning brow, “Did he do anything besides suck on your neck?”

 

Shuuichi blushed, though he tried not to, “Well, he had me cornered in the bathroom after just getting out of the shower, Yuki, but he didn't get farther than feeling me up.”

 

Both Yuki's eyebrows went up momentarily, then he smirked, “Well, I'll just have to make sure I erase all my little brother's touches, won't I?”

 

He started kissing down Shuuichi's neck, and the pink-haired singer sighed softly, gasping in pleasure when Yuki sucked on the mark Tatsuha had left on him, making it his own. Yuki kissed his way to the same spot on the other side of Shuu's neck, and staked his claim there as well. His hands went under Shuu's shirt and he was soon lifting it over the smaller male's head, revealing the slightly tan skin underneath. Yuki licked and sucked his way across the planes of Shuuichi's chest, pausing to tease and suck the nipples attentively. He moved back up to Shuu's shoulders and nibbled his way across them as well, down his arms, removing the gloves as he came to them, then returned his attention to Shuuichi's nipples.

 

Yuki's hand glided over Shuuichi's body, stroking his thighs, butt, and back. Skilled and eager fingers undid the buckles on Shuuichi's shorts and the small piece of clothing was soon being thrown to the floor along with his shirt, gloves, and boots. The small bikini underwear Shuu usually wore with his short shorts quickly joined the rest of the discarded clothing.

 

Yuki slid deft fingers across Shuu's abs and down his thighs, coming just close enough to the smaller male's need to cause a whined moan to escape Shuu. After a couple more times, Yuki smirked and dropped down to lick along the inside of Shuuichi's thighs, laying nibbling kisses along the way. Finally, Shuuichi felt hot breath against his manhood and he groaned aloud when he felt the hot wet heat of Yuki's mouth surround him. He thrust gently up into Yuki's mouth, running a hand through his lover's blonde hair as the other gripped the sheets to keep from thrusting harder. Yuki took all of Shuuichi into his mouth, lazily running his tongue over the silky hardness and holding his hips against the bed. He increased the speed and pressure slowly, steadily… teasingly. Soon Shuuichi was moaning in needy, catlike mewls and Yuki deemed him ready for the next step. He released Shuu from his mouth and reached over to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and reaching in for… something that was not there.

 

“Where is it?” he wondered aloud.

 

Propping himself up on his elbows, Shuuichi asked breathlessly, “It's not there?!”

 

Yuki shifted to actually look in the drawer and found it indeed empty and missing the much-needed lube. Narrowing his eyes and taking a look around the room, Yuki saw something else strange. A pile of clothes by his closet that looked suspiciously like Tatsuha's.

 

“Why are Tatsuha's clothes in our room?”

 

Shuuichi groaned, “I almost forgot. Tatsuha took one of your suits, trying to convince me to role play with him. I got distracted when Sakuma-san came to take me to the club and he invited Tatsuha, too, so I forgot to make him put it back before we left. Do you think he took the lube, too?”

 

“I wouldn't put anything past that brat,” Yuki said, none too pleased. “I just bought that bottle, too. I'm gonna kill that kid when I see him.”

 

“I can go get the one from the bathroom,” Shuuichi offered, eager for the return of Yuki's touches.

 

“No, we used that one up right before I left, remember,” Yuki answered.

 

“What about the one in the drawer in the kitchen?” Shuu asked hopefully.

 

“I haven't replaced it yet, either.”

 

“Baby oil?”

 

“When is the last time you remember me having any baby oil in this house?”

 

Shuuichi frowned and pursed his lips, thinking. Then his eyebrows went up and he jumped up, running out of the room. Yuki stared after him and awaited his inevitable return, which was less than forty seconds later. Shuu jumped back on the bed, lube in hand and grinning at Yuki.

 

“I remembered I put one in your desk drawer in your office, just in case you ever changed your mind about not doing it in there,” Shuu stated proudly, setting the bottle down on the bed in order to strip Yuki of his clothes.

 

A small snort of laughter escaped Yuki before he could keep it in check and he picked up the lube his eager, and surprisingly clever, lover had brought in. After pausing to give Shuuichi another deep, yet short, kiss, Yuki poured a generous amount of the lubricant into his hand and spread it across his palm and over his fingers. Then he quickly stroked Shuuichi back to full attention with his dry hand, as it had gone to about half in the momentary disappointment of a few moments before. Tracing a lubed finger around Shuu's entrance, Yuki simultaneously shoved a finger in as he again took Shuuichi into his mouth, drawing a moan from the pink boy that was a mix of slight discomfort and pleasure. After all the times they'd done this, it wasn't really pain anymore.

 

Yuki prodded into Shuuichi and soon added a second, scissoring a bit to make room for a third. After what seemed endless minutes, Yuki brushed lightly over the bundle of nerves inside Shuu, then pulled both fingers out, only to put them back in with his third lubed finger. This time he quickly went for that spot inside Shuuichi, and Shuu moaned and bore down on his fingers while trying to simultaneously thrust into his mouth. Curling his fingers a few more times, Yuki removed them completely. He put more lube into his hand and covered his cock with it, wiping the excess off onto the sheet. Positioning himself in front of Shuu's prepared entrance, Yuki guided himself in, holding back a moan as he slid into Shuuichi's tight heat.

 

Once he was all the way in, he only waited a moment before he saw the pleading look in Shuuichi's loving eyes, asking him to just please move. Yuki grabbed Shuu's hips and pulled him off slowly, then brought him back swiftly, sheathing himself to the hilt inside the small body.

 

Shuuichi moaned in mewls as Yuki stroked his inner muscles, increasing the pace of his thrusts to match the urgency in Shuu's noises. Shuuichi bucked against his blonde lover, leaving bloodless marks everywhere his fingers grabbed to encourage Yuki's thrusting. He reached up to Yuki's face and tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck, asking for his kisses. Yuki obliged him, barely holding back his own groans of pleasure as the young singer moaned into his mouth and again pulled at his hips to ask him to move faster.

 

“Yuki~i,” Shuuichi mewled, and the writer gave a nip to his neck before grabbing the needy erection between them and working up a rhythm to quickly match the one he kept inside Shuu. Shuu's half-lidded eyes rolled back at Yuki's added touch, his mouth open and panting out nonsensical sounds that had Yuki close to the edge from that alone. Suppressing his own moans at the look of Shuuichi nearing his climax, Yuki closed his eyes and went full out, pounding into Shuuichi with abandon, hitting the most sensitive spot inside him that had Shuu practically screaming with each thrust.

 

Just a few thrusts later, Shuuichi came, spilling his seed all over Yuki's hand and both their stomachs as he screamed, “Yuuukiiiii!!!” Almost immediately afterwards, Yuki's own orgasm swept through him like a tidal wave, and he rode it out with a few more thrusts into Shuu as the vocalist continued to whisper breathlessly, “Yuki, Yuki, Yuki…”

 

Completely spent, Yuki pulled out of him and collapsed beside him on the bed, laying on his stomach for a few minutes as they both caught their breath and basked in the after effects of their orgasms. Finally able to breathe normally, Yuki left to get a wet cloth to clean them both up. After the clean up was done, he decided it was time to change the sheets. Once the bed was remade, he got into bed, holding the blanket up for Shuuichi to get in as well. Shuu looked at him questioningly, not expecting his continued kindness now that their sexual interlude was over. Yuki simply shrugged a shoulder, as if to say, `Don't ask me why I'm being this nice, just enjoy it while it lasts.' Shuuichi did.

 

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Around 4am, Touma woke on Ryuichi's sofa to the sounds of the penthouse door being opened. He had evidently passed out after having quite a few more whiskey-and-waters while waiting for Ryuichi. Looking up through blurry eyes, he saw a familiar head of brown hair walking toward him, and smiled.

 

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A/N: I'm on a roll. Stayed up 'til 6:30 this morning finishing this chapter. Lol, and I'm so neglecting my other things I should be writing because I'm so all about writing this right now. :p Anyway, I wanna give major major thanks to Ren and Houseki for betaing this chapter for me this morning… lol we cracked each other up during that, didn't we… ahh, the things that come from a sleep-deprived mind… (you guys should check out their fics too, if you haven't already) And thanks to everybody reading and reviewing my little piece of writing… if you guys want, I'll email you when I update. Just let me know in your review if you want me to, and leave your email address (obviously). ^__^

 

Japanese:

 

Gomen = sorry

Hayai = fast

Hayaku = faster

Motto = more

Fukaku = deeper