Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Disappearing Act ❯ Chapter 5

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 Disclaimer: The songs mentioned in this chapter: In the Moonlight (from Gravitation of course), Fragrance (by Gackt), and Shinjitsu (from one of the many Prince of Tennis albums, Best of Rivals XIX - Yukimura Seiichi, sung by Sachiko Nagai (the seiyuu for Yukimura)) do not belong to me. They belong to their respective anime/manga, writers, singers, and/or license holders.

 

Chapter Five:

 

Touma thrust frantically, pounding into the body beneath him. Blue eyes rolled back and closed tight, teeth worrying a lower lip as a brown-haired head thrashed back and forth from the intensity, a hand moving rapidly against the sex between them. Eyes closed, concentrating only on the sensations of driving himself into the tight heat, Touma saw none of this, though he felt the hand moving between them and knew his partner was also masturbating as Touma put everything he had towards completion. Even in his mind, though, he could see Ryuichi, writhing underneath him as he thrust over and over. Skin slapped against skin, and low moans reached his ears. He felt the muscles clenching around his manhood, bringing him close to climax. Touma threw his head back, letting out a long throaty moan as the coil deep in his belly wound tighter and tighter and finally sprung. His fingers dug into pale hips as Touma gave his last few desperate thrusts deep into his lover's ass, and he cried out in passion, drowning out the cries of his partner.

 

Pulling his softening cock out, Touma removed his condom and immediately went to the bathroom to clean up.

 

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Mika sat up and swung her legs over the side of her bed, sliding her arms into the sleeves of the man's shirt that lay on the floor. Buttoning a few of the buttons, she pulled a cigarette out of the package in her nightstand and lit it. It was a bad habit, she knew, but she didn't smoke all the time. Just on those rare occasions when she really needed to calm her body down quickly. She turned to look at the man in her bedroom as he dressed in purple silk pajamas.

 

Mika took a long, soothing drag and breathed it out slowly, “So, who was I tonight?”

 

“Whatever do you mean?” the man asked distractedly, focusing on the top buttons of the shirt.

 

Mika took another hit and reached for her ashtray, flicking ashes into it. “You didn't have me get `it' out, so I wasn't Eiri, was I? I'm just curious who I was.”

 

A silky voice purred out at her, “Nobody, Mika-san, you were you.” He smiled sweetly at her, and her heart broke at the need in his voice; the desperate need for it to be true. The need was mirrored in her own heart. Still smiling, he sat on the other side of the bed and slid his legs under the covers.

 

Mika turned to face him and said in a soft, sad tone, “Touma…”

 

The fake smile he directed at her crinkled his eyes a little more and he said, “I am sorry you found me that way, Mika-san. I have put you through a lot of trouble tonight. Please do not worry, though. Everything is fine.” Touma placed a kiss to her forehead before lying down and turning away from her to go to sleep.

 

She didn't press the issue. She didn't really need an answer; Mika was pretty sure she knew already.

 

Touma hadn't called her, as he usually would to let her know if he wasn't coming home, so when he hadn't shown up at home by 3am, she'd gotten worried. Unable to reach him on his cell phone, she'd called Sakano and then K looking for him. If Eiri wasn't out of town for his book signing, she would have called him as well. Sakano hadn't seen Touma since he'd left NG earlier that day, and K said the last time he'd seen Touma was at Zepp Tokyo around 1am. He'd been with Ryuichi. Mika had then tried calling Ryuichi's cell phone, but there was no answer there either. He didn't have a home phone, so Mika decided to just go over to Ryuichi's penthouse and see if Touma was there.

 

When Mika pulled into the parking garage, she easily spotted her husband's Mercedes in his usual spot. Since Ryuichi didn't own a car, or any other vehicles for that matter, Touma was always able to park in the spot reserved for Ryuichi. Normally, just seeing Touma's car and knowing he was with Ryuichi would have been enough to satisfy her and she would have returned home. Somehow, she still had a weird feeling and thought she should pay a visit to the penthouse this time.

 

When she reached the top floor, she knocked hesitantly on Ryuichi's door. There was no answer and she listened against the door for a bit, not sure if she should be relieved or more worried when she heard nothing. She didn't particularly want to hear, or interrupt, Touma and Ryuichi if they were… busy. She certainly didn't want to see it. It was one thing knowing about them, but she didn't think she could handle actually seeing them together in that way. She already had enough to deal with, knowing she simply wasn't enough to fill the void in her husband's heart. The void he tried to fill with Sakuma Ryuichi. The void left by her brother.

 

Nevertheless, not sure what she would see when she went in, Mika slowly turned the knob to the apartment, finding it unlocked. This in itself was strange, and she stepped cautiously into the dark apartment, removing her shoes silently. She let out a soft gasp as she walked on stocking-ed feet into the large living room. The left wall of the room was made up almost entirely of a series of floor-to-ceiling windows, letting in the light from the nearly-full moon outside them, which illuminated the form of her husband sitting on the sofa. He looked unearthly, sitting there half cast in shadow, half cast in light which seemed to give his pale hair and skin an ethereal glow.

 

He looked up, a vacant look in his eyes as he smiled not at her but through her; as if he was looking for someone else in her face; or maybe seeing someone else. Mika saw the glass on the table, ice melted in it mixing with the scarce remains of his last drink. The bottle sitting beside it was over halfway empty. She wondered what had happened this night to push her husband to this. Though he may have a drink here and there, even on a daily basis, he rarely drank enough to get drunk. And from the look of him, she suspected he had just woken from an alcohol-induced sleep.

 

She walked to him and kneeled beside him on the sofa, delicately brushing stray bangs from his eyes as she held his face, looking for recognition in his pale turquoise gaze. She saw a spark go through them just before he surprised her with his lips against hers. She allowed the kiss for a few moments as his sudden urgency flooded through her along with all the feelings of want, need, and love that his touch brought her. She kissed him back with all her feeling, wishing with all her heart he really wanted to be kissing her. When his hand slipped up her shirt, though, he gasped and pulled back, frowning in slight confusion having come in contact with full, soft mounds of flesh rather than sleek, toned muscle under tight skin. At the pained look in her husband's expression, Mika knew she would do whatever she could to take her husband's heartache away, even if only for a little while.

 

She closed the bottle on the table, then took the glass to the kitchen and washed it, putting it away. Returning to the living room, she picked the whiskey bottle up and put it in a deep pocket of her coat. “Come on, Touma,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice low; trying not to sound too feminine. She helped him up, but he walked on his own, swaying only slightly. He was completely silent on the elevator ride down, and immediately went towards his car when the elevator opened into the garage, pushing the button on his keychain to turn off his alarm and unlock the door.

 

Mika came up beside him and easily took the keys from his hands. “Let me drive this time,” she said in the same soft tone. He relented without argument and got into the passenger side while Mika took the driver's seat. She would have to retrieve her car tomorrow, but leaving her car here would be better than leaving Touma's because she certainly was not going to let him drive in this state. No matter what emotions he was going through, or what mood he was in now, in the morning he would wake with a splitting headache when he needed to go into work. Finding his car missing would only add to what would surely be his sour mood.

 

By the time they arrived home, Touma was a bit more lucid than when she'd found him. He didn't seem confused by the sight of her and he thanked her by name when she came around to his side of the car to make sure he got out okay. The couple immediately rid themselves of their shoes and coats at the door, then headed to their bedroom. Mika knew what was coming, and she was ready and willing.

 

It was something she was used to doing for her husband; letting him pretend she was someone else. Usually it was Eiri she role played as. Lights out and hair held back, Mika would play the role of her blonde brother, bringing out the strap-on Touma had bought long ago when the whole fiasco with Eiri and Kitazawa had cemented Touma's decision to keep his feelings for the boy quiet and continue in his marriage to Mika, not wanting to cause Eiri any more pain.

 

Mika of course had known, and though it hurt her to know that Touma would never be able to love her as much as he loved Eiri, she also knew that he did love her. As much as Seguchi Touma could love a woman, he loved Mika. Before he had met her younger brother, he had truly believed she was the love of his life. That fact had changed, but only slightly. She was the female love of his life, and he truly would do anything for her, to keep her happy. And she him, which was why she could not be angry at him for loving Eiri the way he did, besides the fact that she also knew that relationship could never happen. Though he cared for Touma, even more than he'd ever shown love for his own family, Eiri simply did not love Touma the way Touma loved Eiri.

 

Mika loved Touma so much that she could not bear him to be sick with heartache and worry over her brother. She had gladly fallen into playing the occasional role of Eiri in the bedroom, and that was part of why she had picked up the habit of smoking afterwards. Truly, when Touma actually made love to her, she rarely smoked. It was part of her imitation of her brother's habits that had just stuck when she was in that role.

 

However, Touma had not asked for that tonight. He had not asked for Mika to be Eiri. She had found him at Ryuichi's apartment, brought him home, and, after a few urgent kisses, during which Touma seemed to groan frustratedly into her mouth, they had sex. He didn't even bother to turn out the lights to pretend. He simply lubed up his condom, and her small hole that had not been used this way since Ryuichi had returned from America, closed his eyes and entered. It had been no surprise to Mika that he touched nothing on her except her legs, ass, and hips; when pretending she was a man, he never did. She had taken care of her own needs, as she'd grown used to during these occurrences, and then it had all been over.

 

All this added up to only one answer: Sakuma Ryuichi. Touma had at first tried to be satisfied with Mika, tried to love her as he should, but that void from Eiri was still there. Eventually, he had also turned to Ryuichi to fill it, but the vocalist simply didn't seem able to either. When he left for America, Mika had tried to fill his spot in Touma's life, as well as fulfill her husband's fantasies about Eiri, and comfort him as a wife would. Since Ryuichi had come back, however, she hadn't needed to fill his place anymore. Tonight was the first time she had since he'd returned.

 

She still didn't know what had happened, and she most likely wouldn't. They'd never really talked much about their sexual arrangement in the past, at least not the real reasons for it. It had just gradually become a natural part of their relationship when Touma needed it; and if Touma didn't want to talk about what had happened between him and Ryuichi to make him need this again, Mika wasn't going to hold her breath waiting for him to tell her. All she could do was be there for him, supporting him and easing his heart and body however she could.

 

Sighing to herself, Mika stamped her cigarette out in the ashtray, turned off the light and lay down to sleep, facing the opposite way as her bedmate and husband. After awhile of trying to get to sleep, but having no luck, she scooted herself back a little to lay right up against Touma, back to back. Less than five minutes after situating herself this way, feeling his warmth and matching her breathing to his, she was asleep.

 

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Tatsuha had no idea how long they'd been riding, or where they were going, and no longer cared. He was holding onto Ryuichi and that was all that mattered at the moment.

 

Ryu was actually quite the skilled motorcyclist. At first, Tatsuha had to admit, it had worried him when Ryuichi began popping wheelies and flying over bumps and small hills on the road, but even doing such things he handled the bike well. He weaved through traffic effortlessly, taking twists and turns with fluid ease. Almost like he was making love to the road with the bike between his legs. Tatsuha thought he rather liked that thought.

 

So zoned in on the entire experience, Tatsuha really didn't notice the huge hotel until Ryuichi parked the bike in a space near the entrance marked `Reserved'. They got off the bike, retrieving Kumagorou and leaving the helmet before walking in through the hotel's main entrance. Tatsuha felt disappointment churn in his stomach as Ryu walked to the front desk, realizing he wouldn't be seeing Ryuichi's apartment and was apparently being treated as a one night stand. Though, if all Ryuichi wanted was the sex, he could've already said he was done with Tatsuha and simply sent him off. Tatsuha decided he would give his love the benefit of the doubt and see what he had in store for Tatsuha.

 

Ryu greeted the girl behind the desk and she replied warmly, “Konbanwa, Sakuma-san. Need your key?”

 

“Hai,” he answered with a smile as she handed it to him, “Arigatou, na no da.” He left the desk and started walking towards the elevators past the lobby. Tatsuha just stared after him, forgetting to walk and just standing where he'd been the whole time, between the door and the front desk. Noticing Tatsuha hadn't followed, Ryu turned to look back at him and, waving a beckoning arm, he called out, “Tatsuha-kun! Over here, na no da!”

 

Finally moving his legs, Tatsuha joined Ryu by the elevators as the doors opened. Tatsuha was mildly surprised to see an elevator operator inside. He inclined his head respectfully to them and pressed a button for the top floor. As they waited for the elevator to reach the floor, Ryu balanced his butt on the handrail behind Tatsuha and wrapped his arms around the younger boy's shoulders, resting his head in the crook of Tatsuha's neck and humming a Bad Luck song as he danced Kumagorou on Tatsuha's chest.

 

A ding rung when the elevator came to a stop on the top floor, and the elevator operator held the door open for them with a slight bow. “Will you be needing anything tonight, Sakuma-san?” he asked.

 

Ryuichi paused and put a finger to his pursed mouth, tapping the bottom lip as he considered, “Is the kitchen still open?”

 

“For you, Sakuma-san, always,” the man replied.

 

Ryu grinned wide, eyes bright as he said, “Then can you have them send up a midnight snack?”

 

“Of course, Sakuma-san. What would you like me to order for you?”

 

“Surprise me,” Ryuichi answered, eyebrows waggling for a second as his smile turned mischievous.

 

The man bowed again and let the elevator doors close. Ryu turned and walked down the hall, Tatsuha following curiously. It seemed this was more than just some random hotel Ryuichi had picked to bring Tatsuha to.

 

Ryu used the key the girl at the desk had given him and unlocked a door near the end of the hallway. Entering the room, Tatsuha couldn't help the sound of surprise that left his lips. The room was huge, and elegantly decorated. It surely must have been a penthouse suite. It had a large living area which they entered into, setup with an arrangement of two sofas, a loveseat, two armchairs, a chaise, a large coffee table, and a few lamp tables surrounding the entertainment area. The `entertainment center' consisted of a flat big screen TV mounted to the wall, sound system with CD player, DVD player, and several wireless surround sound speakers placed strategically throughout the rest of the penthouse. The walls were a soft white with gold detailing. The furniture was a mixture of stripes, in cream, gold, and deep crimson, and a rich cream and gold floral pattern; the tables were stained with a dark high gloss color.

 

“Is this where you live?” Tatsuha asked curiously.

 

Ryuichi smiled at him; a smile Tatsuha wasn't sure how to read. “Something like that,” the singer answered as he picked a remote up from the coffee table and turned on the CD player, playing what seemed to be a mixed disc of slow and sensual love songs. The first on the track list: In the Moonlight by Bad Luck; when that ended, Fragrance by Gackt began. Tatsuha continued taking in the sight of the room.

 

There was also a complete kitchen and dining area on this side of the room. There was a wall with two large arched doorways on either end of it leading to the bedroom part of the suite. This wall was almost completely bare except for a large black and white portrait of Ryuichi, wearing only his jeans as he stood, legs apart, hips slightly thrust forward, running his hands through his hair, lips pouty as his intense eyes looked out at the viewer. The eyes were the only thing in color. Tatsuha was caught in the enthralling gaze of the painting before the real thing was suddenly before him, insistent lips pressed against his, grabbing his attention. Before he could return the kiss properly, Ryuichi pulled back, his hands on Tatsuha's shoulders as he peered at him through curious blue eyes.

 

“You still with me, Tatsuha-kun? Be with me, na no da,” Ryuichi sounded a mixture of curious and concerned.

 

Tatsuha shook his head, as if to clear a fog, and cocked a half-smile at him, “I'm here, Ryuichi. I'll be with you.”

 

Ryuichi smiled, “Good.” His hands let go of Tatsuha's shoulders and one slid to interlace with his fingers, pulling the younger male through the nearest arched doorway and into the bedroom half of the suite.

 

This room followed the same color scheme as the living area, cream and gold with touches of a deep red that complemented the other two colors. The furniture consisted of another chaise and sofa, a small desk, a dresser, and two night tables, one on either side of the bed. The bed was definitely the focal point of the room. It was king size, and quite plush looking, decked out in the cream and gold with many pillows and a comforter, but this was not what made it stand out. The bed was a canopy bed, surrounded by rich red drapes that pooled on the floor around the bed like a king's robes. The curtains on one side of the bed were tied back with golden tasseled cords.

 

Another portrait was on this side of the dividing wall, and it was a bit bigger than the first. This time it was a painting of what Tatsuha recognized as a scene from one of Nittle Grasper's live videos. Again it was done in black and white, shades of grey taking the place of the many missing colors. Noriko and Touma could be seen on their instruments in the background, Ryuichi in the foreground belting out to the crowd. Once again the only true color in the whole thing was Ryuichi's eyes. Tatsuha distracted himself from getting entranced by looking around the room for Ryuichi.

 

There were two other doors in this room as well; one for the large walk-in closet and one for the bathroom. It was a very Westernized bathroom, much as the rest of the suite seemed to be; most likely designed with American tourists in mind. It had a Western toilet rather than the Japanese style, a counter with double sinks set in front of a large mirror. There was also a large triangular shower, with doors of frosted glass, and a separate Jacuzzi tub. A stack of built-in shelves were stocked with towels and robes hung from hooks on the wall. The whole room was approximately the size of Yuki's bedroom, Tatsuha figured. Maybe even a bit larger.

 

Ryuichi was in this room, seemingly preparing for a shower. He had retrieved shampoo and a bottle of bodywash from a shelf and set two towels on the towel bar by the shower. Now he was untying one of the bandanas around his wrist as he again walked into the bedroom. He smiled at Tatsuha over his shoulder. “I thought I'd have a shower,” Ryu said as he put his first wrist bandana on the night stand beside the bed, slipped off his braided leather bracelet, and began working on untying his other bandanas. Soon, three more bandanas lay with the first, Ryuichi having taken the one from his head as well, and he began unlacing his shirt as he walked back towards the bathroom.

 

He was stripping so easily, so nonchalantly, Tatsuha wondered if Ryuichi was oblivious to the effect even that simple act held over him. Tats wandered to the doorway of the bathroom, watching as Ryuichi started the shower, checking the temperature with his hand before undoing his jeans and wiggling carefully out of them. He turned to step into the shower, but paused, once again glancing over his shoulder at Tatsuha.

 

“Are you coming?” Ryu asked, a slight giggle in his voice at the glazed look in Tatsuha's eyes.

 

`Not yet,' Tatsuha thought, and immediately stripped to join the other man in the shower.

 

Tatsuha hadn't realized how cold he really was until the warm water hit his skin, giving him goosebumps on the rest of his exposed skin. Ryuichi was already drenched under the flow from one of the two waterfall-like showerheads and was washing his hair, totally immersing his head again to rinse the shampoo out. Tatsuha felt his cock twitch with the sight of Ryuichi, soaking wet, water running over the slight ripples of his lean muscles. Ryuichi got the bottle of bodywash and poured some into his hand, rubbing his hands together to work up a lather. Tatsuha was disappointed, realizing this shower was going to be all business, and got his hair wet to wash it. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back into the stream of water to rinse his hair.

 

Suddenly, he felt warm, soapy hands sliding across his chest, up to his shoulders. He opened his eyes to see Ryuichi watching his own hands slide across Tatsuha's skin. The soapy fingers glided down Tatsuha's arms and back up. Down his chest again, to rub slow circles around his nipples. Ryu seemed to gain a look of concentration, and a small quirk came to his lips as Tatsuha's nipples immediately responded to his touch. Another part of his anatomy was beginning to respond as well.

 

Slow, deliberate fingers caressed the slight definition of Tatsuha's abs, thumbs running down dangerously close to where Ryuichi was, for now, specifically avoiding. Tatsuha groaned as Ryu's hands left that spot and Ryu ran his palms over Tatsuha's hips, up his sides, around to his back, and down to his ass, still soaping his body along the way. Ryuichi pulled his hands away, getting more bodywash.

 

Tatsuha wanted him so badly again. He could still taste him from earlier, and now he could smell him even more, the scent of strawberries from the shampoo and bodywash Ryuichi used heavy in the steam of the shower. Idly he realized just how similar Shuuichi was to Ryuichi, right down to their shampoo and bodywash, but the thought was quickly replaced by his desire for the brown-haired singer. He wanted to grab the other man, kiss him and run his own hands all over his body. Once again, though, he got the feeling that touching was forbidden. He was just supposed to watch and enjoy the little pleasures the singer's skilled fingers would bring to him.

 

Ryuichi's re-soaped hands began their caressing again, now sliding down Tatsuha's hips, down the outside of his thighs as Ryuichi also slid down his body, kneeling to soap down Tatsuha's legs. Tatsuha leaned against the back of the shower and lifted one foot and then the other obediently when Ryuichi prompted him by curling his fingers under the arch of Tatsuha's foot. Ryuichi's fingers worshipped Tatsuha's feet for a couple minutes each, gently rubbing the pressure points and sliding between his toes. Ryuichi set Tatsuha's feet down so his legs were spread apart more, then his hands started their journey back up. Two hands slid up along Tatsuha's left leg, and Tatsuha's breathing was becoming faster the closer Ryu got to his now fully erect manhood. Ryu's fingers came within millimeters of Tatsuha's balls, and he heard himself whimper slightly when Ryuichi's hands once again avoided him and instead moved to the ankle of his left leg to give it the same treatment.

 

Reaching that point between Tatsuha's legs again, Ryuichi finally rewarded the obedient boy by wrapping his soapy hand around the dripping cock and sliding his fingers over the hard member quite a few times, his thumb rubbing over the head. Ryu's ran the fingers of his other hand through the small patch of hair Tatsuha had down there, making the short, coarse hairs soft with his bodywash. Then he moved to cup Tatsuha's balls, massaging them gently as he rolled his fingers over the sac, his other hand still slowly teasing Tatsuha's erection.

 

Tatsuha gasped when he felt a slippery finger slide behind his balls and tease his hole. Slowly it pushed in and Tatsuha bit his lip, gasping at the odd sharp pain. Was this what that felt like? He knew the pain had to eventually subside, but until then he consciously controlled his breathing, trying to keep himself calm and relax so Ryuichi could do this to him. He had no desire whatsoever to tell Ryuichi `no' when it involved sharing his body with him.

 

Ryuichi looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “So tight Tatsuha, relax,” he almost purred. His voice was calm and caring, and Tatsuha almost forgot about the intrusion his body involuntarily tried to push out and just swam in Ryuichi's eyes and the sound of his voice as he continued to say hushed reassurances, all while working his finger in more. Slowly he moved his finger in and out, stretching Tatsuha. He curled his finger and just barely brushed Tatsuha's prostate, just enough to send a shiver of pleasure through the younger man before Ryuichi added his second finger.

 

Tatsuha was getting used to it little by little, these fingers working inside him, offering him little tastes of pleasure through the discomfort. Ryu's other hand still stroked Tatsuha's cock lazily, just enough to add to the sensations so that Tatsuha felt more pleasure than pain. He was so tight and surprised, Ryu thought Tatsuha probably didn't uke often, if ever, and Ryu was going to make sure he had a good time. Ryu pressed against that spot inside Tatsuha more, eliciting a louder moan from him than had been issuing from the boy's mouth throughout Ryu's stroking. Again Ryu pressed and he felt Tatsuha's legs getting shaky, the boy now pressing slightly down on his fingers and trying to increase the speed of Ryu's stroke of his dick as well.

 

The water cascading over and around them had by now almost completely washed away the soap, and Ryu's hand wasn't gliding as well as it had before. He decided their shower was about done, and slowly retracted his fingers from a very disappointed Tatsuha and stood back up, giving him a couple more strokes to his manhood before letting go of that as well. He placed a tender kiss on Tatsuha's lips, pulling his lower lip out with a gentle suckling nibble before letting go.

 

“My turn,” Ryuichi said coyly, grabbing the body wash to use on himself.

 

Tatsuha's now-aching erection longed for Ryuichi's touch again, and Tats tried not to drool as he watched the singer before him, soapy hands sliding sensuously over his own skin. Ryuichi moaned softly as his fingers rubbed over his own nipples, then slid down his chest, over his abs, and down to the impressive erection he'd earned while washing Tatsuha. He stroked himself a couple times, but moved on to finish washing himself. He had other plans for himself than this tonight.

 

Tatsuha wanted to touch Ryuichi so bad, wanted to give him the same treatment Ryu had given Tats, but when he tried to join the man in washing his body, Ryu simply put an index finger to Tatsuha's chest, saying, “I didn't say you could molest me yet, Tatsuha.” He smiled up at the black-haired boy, a small, coy smile, and Tatsuha saw that familiar gleam in those cobalt eyes. He stepped back under the water, making sure all the soap was rinsed off his body, and Ryuichi did the same. The brown-haired man turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, handing Tatsuha a towel before he grabbed one for himself and toweled off. Tatsuha dried himself and got into the robe Ryuichi then offered him.

 

As they came back into the bedroom, the smell of hot food wafted to them from the living area. Tatsuha felt his stomach beginning to growl, but he didn't particularly feel like taking more time out from their previous activities to eat.

 

Ryuichi wrapped his arms around Tatsuha from behind, one around his waist, one over his shoulder, hand splaying across Tatsuha's chest as he leaned up to ask softly, “Are you hungry, Tatsuha-kun?”

 

Tatsuha willed his stomach to remain silent as he answered, “Not really.”

 

“Mmm, good,” Ryuichi purred, flicking his tongue over Tatsuha's ear, “Because I'm hungry for Tatsuha now!” Quickly, Tatsuha was spun around, facing Ryuichi, and their lips met in a hungry kiss. Before he knew it, Tatsuha was spread eagled on the bed, robe open, Ryuichi's mouth and hands roaming over his exposed skin. Tatsuha heard Shinjitsu by Yukimura Seiichi playing over the speakers as Ryuichi brought his mouth back up to Tatsuha's, tongue delving into his mouth, exploring thoroughly. Tatsuha ran his hands through Ryuichi's hair, curling damp locks around his fingers as he kissed the singer back just as fervently. His hands started to stray, wanting to feel all of Ryuichi as he lay over Tatsuha, but Ryu pulled back, waggling a finger at him.

 

“But—” Tatsuha finally tried to argue with the other man, truly needing him now.

 

Ryuichi merely smirked at him and reached over to the nightstand. Then Tatsuha was blindfolded with one of Ryu's earlier-discarded bandanas. Intrigued, Tatsuha waited to see, or rather feel, what Ryu would do next. Tatsuha gasped softly as he felt cloth wrapping around his wrists and he was soon bound, apparently with two other bandanas, to the bars of the canopy bed's headboard. Tatsuha tried to pull his wrists against the bindings, and found they were secured tightly, though not uncomfortably. Then a hot, wet tongue was on him, tracing and tasting his lips, trailing over his jaw and down his neck. Light nibbles were placed beneath his ears and pulse points, earlobes tugged between teeth, before that same wet muscle smoothed over the assaulted skin.

 

Ryu tasted all of Tatsuha; his ears, his neck, his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his abs, his thighs, behind his knees… Ryuichi caressed his fingers down Tatsuha's sides, ghosting back up to his arm to Tatsuha's wrist, which he untied and held up to his face. Tatsuha could feel his warm breath mere milliseconds before he felt the slight roughness moving along his palm. It traced patterns over the sensitive skin, sliding up the inside of Tatsuha's fingers before the digits were caught up in the warm, moist cavern of Ryu's mouth and sucked. Tatsuha's erection wept and he moaned in anticipation, the young man's mind easily imagining that hot mouth sucking on a different bit of sensitive flesh. Ryuichi continued the oral attack on Tatsuha's fingers, then retied that wrist before moving to the other hand.

 

Moving on yet again, Ryuichi nipped along Tatsuha's hips, trailing his tongue down to Tatsuha's inner thigh, where he suddenly bit and sucked hard. Tatsuha bucked and groaned out, “Aahh, Ryuichi!” It hurt a bit on the tender skin, but at the same time was filled with an intense pleasure. Ryuichi hummed around the flesh caught in his teeth, loving the reaction he'd gained from Tatsuha. He left small, suckling kisses all along Tatsuha's inner thigh and then nipped behind his knee and licked there a bit. He gave Tatsuha's other knee the same treatment and then moved his mouth along that thigh to leave another hickey mere inches from Tatsuha's needy manhood.

 

“Aah-ahh!” Tatsuha cried as he bucked and quivered under Ryuichi's attentive tongue and mouth. Ryuichi grinned against the younger man's inner thigh before snaking his tongue down between Tatsuha's legs. Tatsuha gripped the bars his hands were tied to as his balls were taken into Ryuichi's warm mouth and sucked gently, tongue running back and forth. After a few glorious moments, they were released and Tatsuha gripped the bars even tighter when Ryu's tongue then traced itself down and around his entrance before dipping into the tight ring of muscles.

 

It felt… odd… but not unpleasant, as Ryu's tongue explored this part of him. He didn't go very deep, merely swirled his tongue around, stretching Tatsuha's opening gently.

 

“Ohh, Ryuichi,” Tatsuha moaned, and pressed himself down on the tongue. In and out, Ryuichi dipped his tongue, leaving Tatsuha panting when Ryu finally took his mouth away in favor of wrapping it around Tatsuha's throbbing need. Tatsuha let out a sound near a growl as Ryuichi took him all the way in, to the hilt. His hips jerked up almost involuntarily into the wet cavern and he felt himself teetering on the edge of his climax. Ryu could tell he was close, and he took his mouth away suddenly. He wasn't done yet.

 

There was the sound of cloth rubbing quickly against more cloth and Tatsuha felt something move from under him as Ryu pulled the belt of the robe out of the belt loops. Ryu wrapped the thin material tightly around the base of Tatsuha's cock and tied it securely, making an impromptu cock ring. Tatsuha could feel the rest of the belt lying across his abdomen. Then Tatsuha heard Ryu rummaging around on the nightstand to the left of his head. After a little bit, he heard the click and snap of a cap opening and closing, and felt a cold, moist finger prodding at his entrance again. He held his breath, awaiting the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain again.

 

“Ta~tsu~ha…” Ryuichi breathed, his warm breath ghosting over the tip of Tatsuha's erection as he continued to merely tease around the young monk's opening.

 

Tatsuha gulped. “H-hai, Ryuichi?”

 

“Are you a virgin, Ta~tsu~ha?” the singer husked out.

 

Tatsuha was suddenly spluttering indignantly in his mind, though in the bedroom with Ryuichi, silence stretched out. He most certainly was not a virgin. He had just downright fucked Ryuichi earlier, hadn't he? And that had certainly not been the first time he'd had sex, either. Tatsuha thought his performance could surely speak for itself, as he was far past being innocently curious as he had been a few years before. Nevertheless, in this way, he was a virgin. He had never been uke to anyone. He'd always told himself it was because he was naturally a dominant person, much as he knew his aniki was, and would never be dominated by any bed partner. Deep down and in the back of his mind, however, he knew the real reason was because of Ryuichi.

 

Though it probably was childish and naïve, Tatsuha had been saving himself for the one man he'd been in love with from the first time he'd heard his voice; from the first time he'd seen him on TV in a Nittle Grasper video, sexuality practically flowing from his pores. Now that man had him tied up, mouth hovering above his bound dick, finger tracing his entrance, asking if he was a virgin. The one thing he'd been waiting for who knew how long for was about to happen. The one person he would ever let top him was about to. And he was speaking again.

 

“Tatsuha,” Ryu said tapping the head of Tatsuha's cock with his tongue to gain his attention. “Have you ever had someone inside you?”

 

Tatsuha gulped. “No.”

 

“You're always seme?” Ryuichi asked, starting to sound disappointed.

 

“Yes, but…” He wasn't sure how to finish his sentence. Tatsuha wanted this so badly, but he didn't want to lay his heart on the line just yet. He didn't want to tell Ryuichi he was the love of his life and Tatsuha had been waiting for him all this time.

 

“Do you want me to stop?” Ryu asked, finger pausing.

 

“No,” Tatsuha said in needy tone.

 

Ryuichi's finger began its lubed tracing again. “Are you sure, Tatsuha? You want me to have this? Your other virginity?”

 

`You have no idea how much,' Tatsuha thought. He merely answered in the same needy voice, “Yes, Ryuichi.”

 

Ryuichi seemed to let out a breath he'd been holding, and immediately took Tatsuha into his mouth again as two fingers slid into the opening he'd been teasing.

 

“Unhh,” Tatsuha groaned at the pressure of the intrusion, not really feeling pain from it this time. He supposed Ryuichi's gentle stretching of him earlier, and the actions of his mouth now, had something to do with it. His mouth now felt different… cool yet warm and tingly at the same time, but in a good way. He recognized this lovely tongue technique and wondered when Ryuichi had eaten a mint. Then Tatsuha didn't care anymore and he moaned aloud as Ryu's fingers made their way to his prostate. As Ryu curved his fingers against that spot inside Tatsuha again, the young monk also realized that without the makeshift cock ring he would have been far gone by now.

 

After a little while, Ryuichi added a third finger, stretching Tatsuha even more and reaching deeper within him, teasing that sensitive spot inside as he continued his mouth's ministrations on Tatsuha's cock. Tatsuha thrust and bucked against Ryuichi, head tossing back and forth, hands gripping the bars as he moaned. Then he felt the fingers and mouth leaving him, and heard what must have been the lube opening and closing again. The slippery, slightly squishy sound of Ryu spreading the lubricant over his own manhood caused Tatsuha to tingle with exciting anticipation. Then he felt the tip of something much larger than a finger at his entrance as a warm, lubed hand grabbed Tatsuha's erection, stroking him.

 

Ryu pushed into Tatsuha slowly. Very slowly. Too slowly. Tatsuha impatiently tried to buck up against him, to sheathe him fully and quickly within himself, but Ryuichi held his hips tightly, preventing the action.

 

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Ryuichi was all the way inside Tatsuha.

 

“Ahhh, semai,” Ryuichi moaned out, in absolute bliss in the tight heat of Tatsuha. He paused inside him, waiting for the younger man to grow accustomed to the girth now inside him.

 

After what seemed endless minutes, Tatsuha couldn't take it anymore. “Ohh, Ryuichi, just move!”

 

Ryu pulled his hips back, then thrust forward, still going a bit slow as he took Tatsuha's `virginity'. After a few more slow thrusts, he steadily began picking up the pace. Their bodies moved in sync, Tatsuha taking in all of Ryuichi's length, deep within him. They panted and moaned, voices even combining. Ryu ran his hands all over Tatsuha. He teased and pinched his nipples, then brought his mouth to them before sucking on the boy's neck and then kissing him deeply, tongues entwining.

 

Ryuichi's pace quickened to a fevered pitch, and Tatsuha met every thrust with one just as forceful.

 

“Ahh, Ryuichi! Ohh fukaku!” he cried, blindfolded head thrashing back and forth. The singer happily obliged. Tatsuha again tried pulling at the restraints on his wrists, wanting to touch that delicious body above him, but it was no use.

 

“Nau~ghty… nau~ghty… Ta~tsu~ha…” Ryuichi said between thrusts.

 

“Ryuichi,” he moaned pleadingly, “At least… let me… see you.”

 

Ryu slipped the bandana off Tatsuha's head, and the young monk gazed up into hypnotic blue eyes. Ryu gave Tatsuha one more mind-numbing kiss, then leaned back, pulling his hips off the bed and undid the cloth around Tatsuha's cock as he pounded into him. Tatsuha could not have looked away even if he wanted to. He soon came into Ryuichi's hand, and Ryuichi went over the edge soon after.

 

“Ryuichi! Kami-sama!” Tatsuha cried.

 

“Hai?” Ryuichi answered, grinning.

 

Tatsuha kissed him.

 

Once they separated, Ryuichi sprung out of bed for something to clean them up. Then he grabbed his robe and ran out of the room to the kitchen. He left Tatsuha behind, tied to the bed.

 

“Ryuichi?” Tatsuha called out.

 

He heard a pause in the singer's steps. He did not come back, though.

 

Tatsuha smiled. Ryuichi was playful again. “Kami-sama?” he called out curiously.

 

Ryu poked his head into the bedroom from the living room doorway and said smilingly to his prisoner, “Hai?”

 

Tatsuha quirked a brow at Ryuichi and the singer said, “Aren't you hungry now, Tatsuha?”

 

Ryu came in, pulling a cart with a tray of food on it. “They left it in the warmer in the kitchen, so it's still hot.” He stopped by the bed, and smiled with a gleam in his eyes, “Isn't it too much work to leave the bedroom for now?” Then he untied Tatsuha. Then he took his fourth bandana off of Kumagorou's eyes and sat him on the bed with him and Tatsuha.

 

They ate the breakfast the hotel staff had left in Ryuichi's kitchen, Ryuichi helping Kumagorou with his share, of course.. It was a mostly-traditional Japanese breakfast; consisting of: rice, miso soup, omelets, and some strawberries they had left in the fridge as well. They had green mint hot tea to drink.

 

“Do you mind?” Ryuichi had asked. “I don't keep any coffee. It's gross, na no da.”

 

Tatsuha hadn't minded. Tatsuha got the last strawberry and Ryuichi immediately kissed him and stole half of it. When they had finally been finished, Ryuichi looked at Tatsuha with a predatory glare and kissed him, parting his lips quickly as he simultaneously thrust his tongue into Tatsuha's mouth and picked Kuma up from the bed. Ryu parted from Tatsuha with a suck to his tongue, and set Kuma back on the night stand, replacing the blindfold. Ryu crawled up toward Tatsuha and pinned him, turning him onto his stomach suddenly.

 

“That was just the opening act, Tatsuha… can you stay until the encore?”

 

Tatsuha had no memories or worries other than Ryuichi for the next three days. Neither of them knew anything existed outside of each other and that hotel suite. And no one else knew where they were. Ryuichi's employees were nothing if not loyal. Even the accountant Touma had hired to take care of Ryuichi's finances and pay his bills, yet another of Touma's leashes on him so that Ryuichi couldn't just carry and be in charge of his own money, had been easily persuaded to help Ryuichi so that he could get alittle freedom from Touma. If he had learned one thing from Touma in all these years of this fucked up thing he called a relationship, it was how to manipulate people. Ryuichi had easily figured out from there that sex was a great tool of manipulation.

 

A couple rolls in the hay with that chick and she was endlessly willing to cover for Ryuichi with Touma however the singer asked her to. Hell, she had even been the one to suggest and work out the arrangement with the hotel Ryuichi called his home away from home.

 

Tonight, though, there was one difference. He had no reason to manipulate Tatsuha. He didn't want to, and he wasn't trying to. He had just simply wanted the boy. He could seriously see what his best friend, Shuuichi, had seen in Tatsuha's older brother, Yuki. Well, some people still called him `Eiri' like Touma and Mika, but even though Ryuichi had known him as `Eiri' in America, he did actually prefer his pen name `Yuki' now and Ryu respected that. But anyway, Tatsuha wasn't exactly like Yuki, either. He wasn't as jaded as Yuki had been. Shuuichi had been helping Yuki with that, albeit unknowingly, for awhile now. But Tatsuha didn't need any work. Ryuichi wouldn't have wanted him like this if he did.

 

And this time, the only reason Ryuichi had really brought Tatsuha here instead of to his actual apartment was because, and only because, of Touma and the knowledge that he would most likely look for Ryuichi and Tatsuha. Touma, however, still had no idea Ryuichi evenhad a sex pad, let alone where to find it.

 

The accountant told no one, not even Touma; and neither did the hotel staff, being used to the schedule of their near-regular resident. Ryuichi really had no sense of time when he was enjoying something. Poor Kumagorou didn't get to see much of the light of day or night underneath that blindfold most of the weekend.

 

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A/N: And here I am with another chapter. One more from me for this, for Houseki's birthday… which means hopefully it'll be out by Monday night… we'll see how my weekend goes w/Chibi-chan.. then I need to work on chapters for my two other non-Gravi fics first.

 

Anyway, so what'd ya think of this?? I started out this chapter listening to Crying sky ~ by Echizen Ryoma from Prince of Tennis (or as I call it, “Ryoma Angsty Song” from PoT). I thought it'd be Touma-angst, but I think it was a bit more Mika angst… sorry if that part bored you… :p it is something I've always thought about though.. but anyway… then I started listening to something happier to move on to Ryuichi/Tatsuha, and me and Ren were having PoT music marathon and I got stuck on Atobe's “Spirit Way” (from PoT) Then Yukimura's “Shinjitsu” (also from PoT) became my repeat obsession, which then put me in a.. weird.. mood… Dunno how to describe it, really, but it's like sad, yet light and hopeful, a bit haunting, and sensual… hmm… maybe you should just look for it and listen to it heehee. But, anyway, from that we get the bondage scene I'd planned from the start… but… it went a bit… different.. from how I'd planned… I'd initially imagined it'd be a bit rougher… but Yukimura turned it to this… hmm.. I think I like it though… but… well, you guys are the ones that suffer if it sucks :p But I was thinking, well they had the rough sex in the park, nya? And, I think, even though I'm painting Ryuichi as this nympho, he would still be the kind of lover to care about the other person, especially if they were .. technically.. a virgin.. that way.. haha. So we get a … slow and sweet… bondage scene..? Yeah.. just… let me know how it came out.. too soap opera?

 

To All My Reviewers: OMTezuka, I love you guys so much… I wish I could thank you all individually, but unfortunately I don't have time if I want to start working on the next chapter… *huggles you all* ^___^

 

Japanese:

 

Semai: (you) are tight

Seme/Uke: top/bottom (should I explain?? <.< >.> <.<)

 

(hope there wasn't anything else I needed to trans.. >.<)