Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Disappearing Act ❯ Chapter 10

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 this Chapter: I own no rights to Tekken the video game.

 

Note: This chapter has been beta'd by Ren. *huggles Ren* Of course, that doesn't mean it's perfect...

 

Chapter Ten:

 

“Eh? Drinking Lesson Number One? Hiroshi-sensei? What are you talking about Hiro?” Shuu demanded of his friend.

 

Hiro grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head as he closed his apartment door behind them. “Eh heh, gomen. Just being a little silly. I told Fujisaki I'd teach him how to drink, and tonight's the first `lesson'.”

 

Shuuichi raised his eyebrow at the explanation, “But Fujisaki isn't here.”

 

“He said he'd come later, after he did… whatever it was he had to go do… ne?”

 

“Yeah…” Shuu agreed slowly. “But that still doesn't mean you announcing the lesson now makes sense. Wait `til he's here, at least! Besides, even I think 4 o'clock in the afternoon is a bit early for drinking, lesson or not.”

 

Hiro waved his hand at his friend, “Gomen, gomen. Well, what do you want to do until Fujisaki shows up?”

 

Shuu shrugged, padding barefoot through Hiro's apartment. “You got that new Tekken, didn't you? Wanna play?”

 

Hiro grinned, “Of course. You know I have to feed your insatiable craving for having your ass kicked.”

 

Shuuichi laughed with him, “Yeah, right. We'll see who gets their ass kicked!”

 

After getting some snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, they settled in to play the game. Before he'd chosen his player, Shuuichi couldn't help but wonder out loud again, “I wonder what it was that Suguru-kun had to do for Mika-san…”

 

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“Suguru-kun,” Touma greeted when the green-haired teen opened the door.

 

“Mika-san sent me,” Suguru said simply, not yet setting foot in his older cousin's office.

 

Touma smiled his usual and nodded slightly. “Mmm, I thought that might be the case. Please come in.”

 

He did as he was asked, and shut the door behind him as Touma rounded his desk and walked towards him.

 

“And what exactly,” Touma inquired as he neared his younger cousin, “Did Mika-san send you here for?”

 

Suguru paused to regard his cousin, then answered, “She said perhaps I would be able to take your mind off Sakuma-san, since you've been so upset about his disappearance.”

 

“Hmm, is that so?” Touma purred as he closed in on Suguru. “And did she say… how… you were to do this?” The slightest bit of shining turquoise showed between his lashes as Touma looked into his cousin's chocolate eyes.

 

In his mind, Suguru recalled the phone conversation quite clearly.

 

“Fujisaki desu,” he had answered in a manner similar to his blonde cousin, though he already new from the Caller ID who it was.

 

“Suguru-kun,” the woman had replied. “You know that favor I said you would owe me? I'm calling it in now.”

 

“What is it, Mika-san?” At the mention of her name, his bandmates had paused whatever they were doing to look at him, clearly trying to decipher the contents of their conversation through his replies and facial expression.

 

“Have you noticed anything different about Touma since Sakuma-san went missing? Is he more irritable and quick-tempered at the office?”

 

“Hai…” he answered slowly, wondering where she was going with this.

 

“Well, however he is at work, he is surely even worse at home. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get his mind off Sakuma-san, and things between us are becoming strained.”

 

“I fail to see what this has to do with me, Mika-san,” he had said rather straightforwardly.

 

He heard her click her tongue at his slight disrespect, but she made no comment other than to continue her request. “Since I have not been able to help, and he hasn't been able to resolve his feelings on the matter on his own, I think perhaps he needs help from someone other than myself. Suguru-kun, go to Touma for me. Help him forget Sakuma-san. I know I don't really need to explain more to you. You've always been a bright, intuitive boy.”

 

She hadn't waited for a reply before she'd hung up the phone, and Suguru had immediately excused himself from practice for the day, telling his bandmates he would meet up with them later.

 

The glaze of memory slowly left Suguru's eyes as he answered Touma, “However you need me to, Seguchi-san.”

 

A slight smirk played on Touma's lips before he reinforced his usual smile. This was obviously a peace offering of sorts from Mika. Sending Suguru in to `take his mind off Sakuma-san'. Mika's intentions couldn't be more clear. Touma's young cousin was meant to take the brunt of Touma's current frustration in order to ease things between Touma and Mika.

 

Touma had never considered taking his young cousin for a lover before, though he had to admit now, the prospect was enticing. The boy was, after all, beautiful. Slight build, dark features, and that ethereal pale skin Touma was quite familiar with from his own body. Though Touma usually went for a slightly more muscular man, something about the idea of being able to completely dominate his young cousin was rapidly turning him on. He mentally praised Mika for her offering as he advanced on the boy.

 

Seeing the predatory gleam coming into Touma's opening eyes, Suguru unconsciously began backing up. When he realized what he was doing, he stopped, but it was too late. Touma had seen the display of weakness, and not only that; Suguru had backed himself up against the door. Touma was immediately on him.

 

Touma took Suguru's face in his hands, fingers threading through the sides of his hair. Lightly he stroked his thumb over the boy's soft lips, causing Suguru to give a light gasp in surprise. Again, Touma couldn't hide his slight smirk. “You're a good boy, Suguru-kun,” he said softly, locking hypnotic turquoise with brown doe eyes. “I will have to thank Mika-san later.” Then he closed his lips over Suguru's, softly at first in order to not frighten his prey, but soon working up to something more insistent; urgent. He hadn't kissed anyone in days, having not been able to bring himself to kiss Mika since that first night she'd found him at Ryuichi's, and Suguru's mouth was so… pliant and welcoming. Innocent; obedient; naïve; delicious. He seemed to be waiting for Touma to direct him any way he pleased. Touma obliged him and tilted Suguru's head back to deepen the kiss, pressing his body up against the smaller one.

 

Suguru was… frozen. Before all this, he had suspected what his cousin's relationship with his wife was like, since he knew Touma loved Yuki-san. Now he was sure of it, and it seemedhe was now to fill the place of Sakuma-san? Who was filling the place of Yuki-san? His head was spinning. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had come up here, willingly, on Mika-san's orders of course. He had an idea then what was expected of him. Yet he hadn't really believed it would be accepted, or go this far. Apparently, Seguchi-san didn't care that they were cousins…

 

Suguru didn't care either way. He had decided he wasn't going to have relationships of any kind. From all the relationships he'd seen around him, love and sex just screwed up your mind. He was surrounded by idiots!! The only person he'd ever thought to be his type happened to be Yuki-san, but he for some reason had fallen in love with a baka like Shindou-san! So Suguru had sworn off relationships of any kind; sexual, romantic, male, female, he didn't care. He did not need that kind of insanity in his life. And now he was in his cousin's office, and Touma was kissing him? And… his hands were starting to roam Suguru's body. What the fuck was going on?! Was this supposed to be him replacing Sakuma-san? Who the hell would want to be serving as a replacement for someone else? Suddenly Suguru came back to his senses and he immediately stopped the kiss.

 

Pushing against his cousin's chest, Suguru said firmly, “Seguchi-san, just because you and Mika-san may think this arrangement is suitable, doesn't mean I do. I am not interested in this. I can understand why Sakuma-san left.”

 

Touma stood up straight and looked at him shocked. “What did you say?!”

 

“I'm sorry, Seguchi-san, but it's a bit obvious and I don't feel like being anybody's replacement. I'm not interested in this kind of relationship, with you or anyone else.” He could feel Touma fist his hands in Suguru's shirt he'd been clutching at the shoulders.

 

“Suguru-kun, think about what you are saying,” Touma gritted out while trying to sound placating.

 

“I am thinking quite clearly, I assure you, Seguchi-san,” Suguru replied, continuing to use the `business name' for his cousin in order to at least put some mental distance between them. “I realize I owe you and Mika-san a lot, but is this really how you want me to repay your kindness? You want me to allow you to do the very thing to me that happened to Yuki-san in America? You would take advantage of me simply to satisfy your own needs, Seguchi-san?”

 

Touma suddenly gasped, let go of Suguru, and backed up. His hand went over his mouth and Suguru could see his eyes begin to shine with moisture. “Get out of here, Suguru,” he whispered in a hurt hush. He turned away from him, and Suguru immediately found the door handle and left the office. In his rush, he didn't notice Sakano ducking around a corner as he hurried to not be seen eavesdropping.

 

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Sakano had secretly followed Suguru after the teen hung up from his phone call with Mika. When the boy got into an elevator, Sakano saw that he was going up, and took a different elevator so the boy wouldn't know he was following. From there he had called Touma to tell him of Mika's call to Suguru.

 

When he'd finally reached the top floor, he stepped off the elevator and rounded the corner just as Suguru stepped into Touma's office and shut the door. Unable to help himself, Sakano nervously listened against the door, trying to hear what was going on inside. When he heard the conversation and the shameless seductiveness in Touma's tone, Sakano had felt himself blushing hotly, yet could not seem to pull himself away from listening, wanting to know how far it would actually go. Even as he felt a pang of lonely despair pierce his heart, he continued listening.

 

Suguru's sudden harsh words to Touma and immediate escape from the room had Sakano shocked and running to hide before he was caught snooping. Once the boy was gone again, his attention returned to the door of Touma's office. Slowly he crept back over, hand shaking as he reached for the knob, trying to pluck up the courage to just grab it and rush in to comfort his boss. Before he could, however, he heard a scream of rage, then the sound of something being thrown at the door. Sakano flinched and instead fled from the hallway.

 

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Almost as soon as Suguru left Touma's office, the blonde's cell phone started ringing. Still in shock from Suguru's words and refusal of him, Touma answered it dazedly, “Hai?”

 

“Seguchi-san,” the voice greeted, and he recognized it as Takada-san, his head of security. “I gave the information on that bike to my people, and we've been scouring the city for it since yesterday, but we still haven't found it. We still have many places to check, though, so do you want us to continue through tonight?”

 

“Yes, please, Takada-san,” Touma answered in a soft, discouraged tone. They hung up and Touma sighed heavily, walking back to his desk. Then he suddenly clenched his hand around the phone in anger, and, unable to resist the urge any longer, threw the helpless device at his door, where it smashed into several pieces.

 

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Hiro hit pause on the game when a knock came to his door. “Ah, hello, Fujisaki,” he greeted when he answered the door.

 

“Nakano-san,” the teen said with a nod of his head.

 

“Hey, Suguru-kun!” Shuuichi called happily to his bandmate, frowning when the boy gave a slight flinch.

 

“Please, Shindou-san, just call me Fujisaki,” he requested.

 

Hiro clapped him on the back and slung an arm around his shoulders. Suguru reflexively stiffened, but forced himself to relax. This was just overly-friendly Hiro. There was nothing to be read into this action. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop the light blush that crept to his cheeks at the thought, but tried to hide it by ducking out from the redhead's arm and joining Shuuichi on the floor in front of the TV.

 

Hiro reclaimed his spot, and resumed the fight between his and Shuu's game characters. “Well, Shuuichi has kindly informed me that it is entirely too early to start drinking already,” Hiro said good naturedly as Shuu stuck his tongue out playfully. “So we thought we'd play some games and order a pizza first. Sound okay to you, Fujisaki?”

 

“Is it wise to eat something like that before drinking?” he asked worriedly. “It certainly doesn't sound like anything I'd want to be throwing up later.”

 

Hiro laughed, “Is there anything you would like to be throwing up later?”

 

Suguru blushed again at this.

 

Hiro chuckled again, “Don't worry, Fujisaki, I'll make sure you don't drink enough for that. Lesson one is an easy one. We're going to start slow and work our way up gradually to see what your limit is, okay?” He went to order some pizza, after taking topping requests from his two bandmates, and the three settled in for a tournament of sorts on Tekken while they waited for the delivery.

 

Midway through the pizza, Suguru turned to Shuu and asked, “Aren't you going home to be with Yuki-san soon?”

 

Shuu smirked playfully at him, “Why, Fujisaki? Wanna be alone with Hiro?”

 

Suguru spluttered a bit, then said indignantly, “That's not what I meant. I simply was thinking, it's about the time now that we usually go home from NG, so you would usually be going to meet Yuki-san by now.”

 

Shuu stretched languidly on the floor, holding his half-eaten slice of pizza. “Tonight is Yuki's last night of book signings. Since it's a Saturday the store is open later than usual, so he won't be back for awhile.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Shuuichi gave him a sly grin, “But I can leave early if you want, Suguru-kun.”

 

Suguru simply rolled his eyes, familiar enough with Shuuichi's teasing that he paid no mind to the deliberate use of that name. “Stay if you like, I don't care. This isn't my house.”

 

Shuu shrugged at him, “Okay, if you say so, Fujisaki.”

 

Soon they were done with the pizza, and Hiro brought out beers for each of them. They decided to watch a movie, a new action film that had just been released on DVD. Suguru wasn't really interested in the movie, but he put up with it to… hang out… with his bandmates. Though he still wouldn't admit it out loud, they were starting to grow on him, and staying here with them and `learning to relax', as they called it, was much better than going home and spending time with his overbearing parents. Or answering Mika-san's disappointed phone calls.

 

As he sat comfortably on the couch with the other two, Suguru found himself actually enjoying the movie. A sense of danger, loud noise, and violence, it seemed, was actually good to get the heart pumping and spark his interest. Before he knew it, he was practically snuggled up to Hiro's side, much as Shuu was, as the long haired redhead sat between the two shorter members of Bad Luck, arms stretched out to either side on the back of the couch.

 

He was starting his fourth beer. The drinking was rather slow going, as not only was the taste bitter and hard to get used to, but it seemed to go right through him. He'd had to pee at least four times since he began drinking! Hiro had chuckled at him when he returned from the toilet, and handed him his current can of the liquid bread.

 

“You doing okay, Fujisaki?” he asked. “How are you feeling so far?”

 

Suguru paused to reflect on how the alcohol was affecting him. “I feel… warm, and a little... fuzzy? …in my head...”

 

Hiro stared into the teen's face scrutinizingly as Suguru drank a little from his fresh can. “Okay, we'll cut you off after this one tonight,” he decided.

 

Suguru held his can up to regard it, trying to judge how much was left to drink. He gave a heavy sigh when he realized it was still a ways to go before it was empty. He really didn't think he would be fond of beer in the very near future. It was almost a chore to drink it. However, he wanted to learn how to drink. For now, he would put up with Hiro's `lessons'. Besides, he was starting to feel rather good. This was comfortable, just drinking leisurely with his bandmates while watching a movie in the dark; the only light coming from the TV.

 

Their second movie ended, and Shuuichi was asleep on his end of the couch, sprawled out with his feet over Hiro's lap, head thrown back on the cushion, mouth wide open, snoring loudly. He'd drunk much more than Hiro or Suguru, as Hiro had basically merely kept up with Suguru's pace in order to keep things comfortable for the teen. Shuu, though, had knocked himself out with beer.

 

Hiro reached across Suguru, grabbing the remote from the table beside his end of the couch. He turned off the movie, and the TV screen lit the room with bright blue light. “I think I better take Shuuichi home. Want a ride home? Or you wanna stay here a little longer?”

 

Suguru thought about this a moment. He checked his voicemail while Hiro got Shuuichi's stuff together and put a coat on the fool. Honestly, it was like the boy didn't know how to dress for October, wearing only shorts and a sweatshirt. There was an upset message from Mika, saying she really needed to talk to him, and there was a message from his mother saying Mika-san had called. He sighed heavily not for the first time that day. “Is it okay if I stay longer? I don't really want to go home right now,” he said to Hiro honestly.

 

Hiro merely grinned at him. “Okay, Fujisaki. You can stay as long as you want.” Then he left, piggybacking Shuuichi from his apartment and down to his bike, taking him home. Suguru found the TV remote and curled up on the couch under his coat he'd found in the dark, flipping through the channels. It felt… oddly normal to do this, and he found himself relaxing for the first time in a long time. Little by little, Suguru nodded off to sleep.

 

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Hiro braced himself against the wall with one arm as he simultaneously toed off his shoes and held Shuuichi bridal style. Then he pulled his friend's sneakers off and carried him down the hallway to Yuki's bedroom. He laid Shuu on the bed, pulled his clothes off except for his boxers, and tucked him under the warm comforter. He tousled pink bangs and smiled softly as Shuu snuggled into the warmth of the bed, then Hiro returned to the front door, put his shoes back on, and left the apartment.

 

When he got back to his apartment, Hiro stepped quietly through the door. He followed the faint light and sound of late night TV into his living room, chuckling when he found Suguru there, asleep under a coat Hiro recognized as not Suguru's but his. A trench coat he rarely wore, but that had been lying out nonetheless. Deciding not to disturb the sleeping teen, Hiro silently turned off the television and put a blanket over Suguru before going to his own bed to sleep.

 

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Sometime in the early morning hours that come just after midnight, Yuki Eiri opened the door to his apartment and let relief wash over him that his book signing week was finally over. After ridding himself of his coat and shoes, he donned his house slippers to walk through to the kitchen. Grabbing a beer out of the fridge, he gulped down half of it immediately before leaving the kitchen.

 

Having come home to an extremely quiet apartment, and seeing no Shuuichi on the couch, he grew curious wondering where the pink haired brat could be. The search soon ended when, after double checking the living room, then the bathroom, Yuki came to his bedroom and found the singer fast asleep in his bed, cuddling the blankets and Yuki's pillow, snoring softly with a smile on his face. Staring at his lover, Yuki had no idea of the fond look overtaking his features as his deep golden eyes gleamed with a deep emotion he had yet to admit he felt for the boy.

 

Yuki leaned in his doorway, just watching Shuu sleep as he finished drinking his beer. Then he returned to the kitchen for a second, drank it, and lit a cigarette before deciding to get himself ready for bed. He visited the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then returned to his room and stripped himself of his suit. As Yuki settled into the bed behind Shuuichi, the movement of the bed disturbed the sleeping boy slightly and he turned to grab Yuki as he slid under the covers. Suddenly, tan arms were wrapped around him, a leg was entwined with his, and Shuu's face was snuggled into his shoulder; he was trapped in the singer's embrace. After a few moments of stubbornly trying to wiggle out of it, Yuki finally gave in and relaxed into Shuu's arms. Blaming it on being tired, he put his own arms around the other male as well, fingers threading through soft pink locks, and drifted off to sleep.

 

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Ryuichi ran his hands down the taut muscles of Tatsuha's back, rubbing his hips against the other man's ass. The curtains were let down around the bed, so that Kumagorou could play without ruining his chibi-virgin eyes; while they did some playing of their own behind the curtains.

 

Tatsuha ground himself back towards Ryuichi, begging with his body for some kind of relief. He could feel the other man hard behind him, but they both still had boxers on. That afternoon, after they'd eaten, Ryuichi had suddenly said they should put on boxers and clean up a little. They had made quite a mess during the time they'd been here. However long they had been here… They hadn't really kept track.

 

He and Ryuichi had been a bit too preoccupied before to do any proper cleaning up of their activities, and it showed. There hadn't really been any need for clothing the whole time; nonetheless shirts, pants, underwear, ties, and even socks were strewn all over the place. Despite the lack of need for dressing, Ryuichi liked to dress Tatsuha up in his clothes, only to have fun stripping them off minutes later. This had led Tatsuha to further believe the actual reason for the boxers had nothing to do with cleaning up.

 

Ryuichi cleaned up a couple messes left from their excursion with strawberries and chocolate. Luckily most of the candles they'd had lit were in glass holders, but the few that weren't had melted themselves away, leaving cooled puddles of wax behind as the only evidence they'd been there. Tatsuha scraped the wax off the counters those candles had been on, grateful it was an easy surface to clean, and that nothing had caught fire.

 

One last scan of the living room produced a tube of lube and a couple spots of bodily fluids that Tatsuha did his best to wipe up with a wet cloth. Then they deemed the room acceptable. And that's when we get back to the matter at hand.

 

Tatsuha was once again tied up, this time face down on the bed; Ryuichi was grinding up behind him. Just two thin layers of cloth separating them. Ryuichi's fingers, body heat, and pressure, were driving him crazy with need. Then Ryuichi slowly began pulling the boxers off of Tatsuha. The teen helped him get them past his knees as best he could while tied up.

 

After he'd pulled the piece of clothing from Tatsuha's ankles, Ryuichi sat back up, sliding his body up behind Tats again. Tats gave a groan at the feel of Ryuichi's boxers against his sensitive exposed skin, wishing that last little barrier was gone, yet reveling in the small pleasure it gave him as well.

 

Ryuichi's fingers stroked the skin of Tatsuha's thighs up to his hips, back to the flesh of his ass, kneading. Dancing their way up his spine and over his arms, Ryuichi laced the fingers of one hand with Tatsuha's as he braced himself with the other, laying his body flush over the teen. Tatsuha turned his head back to catch Ryuichi's lips with his, and the two shared a slow, hot kiss. Pulling Tatsuha's lips with his, Ryuichi slipped his tongue through to slide along the other. Ryu's fingers untangled from Tatsuha's in order to glide over his body more; skating up his arms and over his back, down his sides and across his abdomen. Tatsuha's muscles twitched slightly and his erection began to throb with anticipation as Ryuichi's hand came ever closer, but still not close enough.

 

Ryu gently drew Tatsuha's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it luxuriously. Tatsuha gave a long, low moan at the blissful feeling, imagining that slow, savoring suction on another straining part of his body. Ryu gave a moan of his own, loving the taste of Tatsuha and the willingness of his body, how he reacted so easily and beautifully to everything Ryu did and wanted to do with him.

 

Finally pulling away from the kiss, Ryuichi slid his tongue along Tatsuha's jaw line and down his neck. Nipping his way back up, Ryu swept his tongue lightly over Tatsuha's ear, sucking on the lobe before he returned to kissing and sucking gently on his neck and shoulders. With one finger teasing one of Tatsuha's nipples, Ryu nibbled the nape of his neck, then swirled the tip of his tongue over that spot and down along his spine, sending a shiver through Tats. Gooseflesh raised and Tats arched in pleasure toward the warm wet muscle teasing his skin.

 

Reaching the teen's lower back, Ryu lightly scraped his teeth over the skin, then drew in the flesh of one of Tatsuha's cheeks to suck on it.

 

“Aahh! Ryuichi! Ohhh!” Tatsuha exclaimed in both surprise and pleasure, fingers gripping the bars of the headboard.

 

Ryuichi released his lover's cheek to admire the mark he'd left, then his tongue returned to draw lazy patterns over the skin, soothing it. His hands ghosted over Tatsuha's body more, coming to rest on his hips. Ryu held Tats in place so he could explore more with his mouth, placing kisses all over the pale skin of Tatsuha's rear, nibbling here, licking there, drawing moans and sighs from the young monk.

 

Slowly, Ryu's hands found their way to Tatsuha's inner thighs, stroking over the flesh, making Tatsuha almost whine with need as his cock longed for attention. Finally, Tats felt gentle fingers touch the soft skin of his sac. They traced the contours of his testicles, then a warm hand held him while another ran up his side and under him to his chest. Short nails dragged down his body, then that hand found his erection and finally wrapped around it, though barely touching him.

 

Just enough so Tatsuha could feel the heat of his hand around him, Ryuichi stroked the silky skin of Tatsuha's cock. His other hand fondled the teen's balls, massaging gently. After a few more teasing strokes, he finally gripped Tatsuha's erection and began pumping, though still staying with the same slow pace. Ryu ran a finger along the sensitive vein, then around the ridge of the head. He felt wetness from precum and teased Tatsuha's slit to steal more and coat his length, bringing his hand away and to his own lips to taste his lover, moaning when his tongue licked at the salty liquid. Then Ryu's hand returned to its stroking, and his tongue went to trace just above the cleft of Tatsuha's ass, teasing him even more.

 

The hand on his balls left, and Tatsuha regretted the loss with a pleading groan even as he gave a small thrust into Ryuichi's other hand that remained around his manhood. He shivered as Ryuichi's answering chuckle sent a new wave of gooseflesh over him, the older man again gliding his body up Tatsuha's, again bringing his hips to Tatsuha's ass. His hips… and pelvis… that were now very bare, Tats noticed, letting out a deep appreciative groan when he felt the hardness being pressed against him. He thrust back against him, again begging with his body, and Ryu chuckled again.

 

“Getting a little impatient, aren't we, Tatsuha-kun?” he asked playfully, breath ghosting over Tatsuha's ear before he took it between his teeth. Tatsuha thrust back in answer, and Ryu moaned through his smile, “Mmm yeah, Tatsuha-kunis impatient.” His hand left its stroking of Tatsuha as Ryu leaned back again, then that hand found its way to the cleft of Tatsuha's ass. Stroking a finger down, Ryu spread the teen's cheeks, and drew a light line down his flesh to the small hole, teasingly circling it. Then Ryu took his hand away again and Tatsuha whimpered, body giving an involuntary shudder of need. “Hmm, Tatsuha-kun has been a good boy. Maybe I should give him what he wants, na no da.”

 

The bleeding of his cutesy words into his bedroom voice sent another shudder through Tatsuha as he hoped Ryuichi would finally give him what he wanted. The excruciatingly slow teasing was delicious torture, but he was more than ready for some relief. So Tatsuha begged uncharacteristically, “Yesss! Please, Ryuichi!”

 

“Mmm,” Ryu hummed as his finger returned to circle Tatsuha's hole. “Please what, Tatsuha-kun?”

 

“Please… give me what I want,” he moaned in answer.

 

“And what is it,” Ryu said, and paused to nibble on Tatsuha's shoulder, “That you want?”

 

Tatsuha swallowed hard before trying to answer. That damn little teasing finger was making it really hard to think straight right now, and all he wanted was a bit more than Ryuichi was offering. “You,” he panted. “I want you, Ryuichi.”

 

He thought he heard a small gasp, but he couldn't be sure as the next thing he knew, his neck was being ravaged by the most insanely skillful mouth he'd ever met and a suddenly lubed and warm finger had pushed into him, pressing in gently. Ryu kissed and sucked Tatsuha's neck and ears and across his shoulders slowly while working his finger inside him. Before long, a second finger was added, and Ryu began scissoring them, working them in little by little before starting a thrusting motion.

 

The pain Tatsuha had initially felt had started to subside already, and he was starting to meet Ryu's short finger thrusts with his own slow rock backwards. Just as he was working up a rhythm, Ryu's finger brushed against a certain bundle of nerves, sending a jolt of pleasure through Tatsuha.

 

“Kami-sama,” he groaned; to which Ryuichi leaned up to lick his ear and answered, “Hai?” with a grin. Then he took out his fingers, only to add more lube and a third finger. Easing them in slowly, he stroked Tatsuha's inner walls with his fingertips, patiently searching again for that spot within his lover that would make him lose his mind. Soon his search was rewarded as he found it and stroked his fingers over it.

 

“Uhh ahhh, Ryuichiii…” Tatsuha moaned, pressing onto those fingers. “Motto, motto…”

 

“Want more, Tatsuha?” Ryu breathed coyly, and removed his fingers. Tatsuha heard the lube open and close again, and the wet, slightly squishy sound of lubrication being applied. Then something much bigger and harder than those three fingers was pressing insistently to his entrance. “How much more?” Then Ryuichi thrust into him in one swift motion, burying himself up to the hilt inside Tatsuha. Tats gave a short cry of surprise, and then gave way to breathing heavily along with Ryu as they both waited for Tats to adjust to the girth inside him.

 

As the shock subsided, Tatsuha felt himself relax and melt around the feeling of being filled by Ryuichi. He knew he was ready to move, and rocked backwards to tell Ryu. Taking the signal, Ryu slowly began moving, out of Tats, then back in, out and in, out and in. After a little while, each time he would inch his way back in, he would pause, and then swiftly pull Tatsuha back by the hips onto him. Soon the teasing pace was too much and Tatsuha couldn't stop himself from pleading, “Ry-Ryuichi… onegai… ha-hayaku!! Motto… motto, onegai!”

 

His pleas wrapped sensuously around Ryuichi, and the singer couldn't help but give in, speeding up his pace to something more satisfying for both of them. Steadily, he sped up, both of them climbing now towards their climax. He angled himself to find Tatsuha's prostate again while he also grabbed hold of Tatsuha's neglected cock and started pumping to match their pace.

 

With every brush of his prostate, Tatsuha cried out, wrists straining against their restraints as he met Ryu thrust for thrust. Soon the pace was frenzied, almost erratic as they both searched for completion. Ryu gave a hard thrust to that sweet spot and suddenly smacked Tatsuha's ass, causing the teen to thrust forward, moaning in surprise of how good that had felt. Ryuichi teased the head of Tatsuha's cock with his thumb, then repeated the hard thrust and smack, and Tatsuha came hard, shooting his seed all over Ryuichi's hand and the sheets underneath them. Tatsuha's inner walls clasped and stroked Ryu and after a couple more thrusts, he came as well, emptying himself inside Tats as he bit the teen's shoulder.

 

Ryu collapsed against Tats and gently let himself slip from him, rolling to the side and pulling the other with him after untying him, so that they lay there spooning, Ryu behind Tats still. Sound from the outside world slowly seeped back to them, and they heard the ending notes of a song as a new one started up. They were still in too much bliss to pay attention to what it was, though, as they tuned in to the pattern of each other's breathing and the feel of their two hearts beating hard in twin pounding rhythms. It didn't take much of this before they were soon dreaming in each other's arms.

 

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Mika lay alone in her bed, thinking, unable to sleep. Her plan to have Suguru ease some of Touma's tension had fallen through when the boy had refused his cousin's advances. Suguru was usually very good about doing what was expected of him in the family, so Mika hadn't planned on this. The only good thing she thought she could say had come out of this was the fact that Touma had finally talked to her a little bit about what was going on, after he had called her to tell her Suguru had bailed out.

 

He'd apologized for mistreating her the past few days, and said he would try to make it up to her if she would let him. But first, he really needed to find Ryuichi. It had gone past what Touma would normally deem Ryuichi's acceptable straying, and he realized it was no longer simply a matter of Ryuichi experimenting. If he didn't do something soon, Touma felt he ran the very real risk of losing Ryuichi to Tatsuha.

 

In fact, this thought had been in the back of his mind the entire time, fueling his anger at the situation even more, and was also part of the reason he hadn't wanted to talk to Mika about it. After all, who would want to admit to their wife that they were losing their male lover to her youngest brother? That and the usual practice of wanting to pretend that this wasn't really how things were; that Mika didn't know about any of it and that Touma was a good husband. After hurting Mika though, albeit on accident, Touma had to admit to himself and his wife that blissful ignorance simply wasn't the case.

 

So he had called Mika from his office after Suguru had left and Touma had smashed his cell phone. He said he would be going to Ryuichi's again, and not to wait up. Mika had said she understood, and ended up eating dinner alone before getting ready for bed and trying to sleep.

 

Sleep still hadn't come a few hours later, when she heard Touma enter the house. Faintly she heard him moving around, and then she heard the door to his studio in their apartment open and close, and no more sound was heard through the soundproofed walls.

 

Mika heaved a sigh and tried to relax into her bedding, hoping for sleep to claim her.

 

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Around 2 o'clock in the morning, Touma had given up the vigilant wait in Ryuichi's apartment, and returned to his own. Rather than join his wife in bed, however, he got himself something simple to eat, then retreated into his studio, hoping to drown himself in his music. A steady flow of drinks from his well stocked bar eventually had him passing out on his synthesizer, and he never made it to his bed that night.

 

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In the middle of the early morning hours, Ryu lay awake in the dark, lightly tracing patterns over Tatsuha's skin underneath the comforter he'd thrown over both of them a few hours before.

 

Anti-Nostalgic played through the sound system, and he felt himself growing a little sad, wishing this feeling with Tatsuha could last. However much he wanted it to, though, he knew it couldn't. It would most likely be morning soon and they would have to return to their normal lives. They couldn't hide away here forever. They both did have responsibilities. And besides, no one ever stayed with Ryuichi.

 

He wasn't sure why it was, but it seemed he just didn't have that something that kept people around, loving you. He knew how easily people were drawn to him, but it seemed that once they'd gotten what they wanted, had their fill, they simply up and left, not needing to return. Oh, he knew that Touma was behind it in some way; most likely bribing or threatening anyone that might've normally stayed. But even if that was the case, all that meant was that no one thought Ryuichi was worth fighting and standing up to Touma for. It was why Ryuichi continued to let himself also be used by Touma. In the end, Touma would always need him eventually, even if it wasn't really Ryuichi he needed either.

 

So this whole time he'd spent with Tatsuha, Ryuichi had truly cherished. Not only because it was one of the few times someone stayed, but somehow things with the teen just felt right. It felt good to relinquish control to the other man, rather than merely a show of the other's power over him. And when Ryuichi took Tatsuha as well? It was absolute heaven. The boy let him do whatever he wanted, and Ryuichi had gotten to play as much as he wanted with not one word of complaint.

 

Yes, Ryuichi was really going to miss this when it ended and reality came back to hit him in the face. So he continued to lay there in the dark, barely noticing as the room lit up outside the bed curtains, idly running his hand all over Tatsuha's body, as if to commit him to memory.

 

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A/N: Took awhile for me to be able to get back to this, but once I got started I was on a roll! I thought I would be able to get a lot more done in this chapter, but a couple scenes ran longer than I'd expected *cough*RyuTats*cough* so I decided to cut off here and save the other stuff for next chapter. After all, this is already fourteen pages without my notes, and that's four more than my average for this fic so…

 

So, I had said there would be no cousincest and… well… basically I didn't lie, did I? lol At first when I knew I would end the last chapter with Mika calling in reinforcements as it were, I still hadn't decided who it would be, but for some reason I wanted it to be Suguru. I've really been in the -cest mood lately, and it was really tempting to have the cousins totally get it on. But then I decided… this situation with Touma is already really fucked up, and I love little Su-chan. I wouldn't want to burden him with that baggage!! Besides, having that happen would've kinda turned the plot in a direction I hadn't intended. So Suguru gets to rip into Touma a little bit instead. Fun, nya? Well, I thought he deserved better than to serve as Ryuichi's stand in. :p

 

Anyway, still a few more chapters to go before I'm finished. `Til next time…

 

Thanks to all my Readers and Reviewers!! I *heart* you!!

 

~ LG

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