Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Painful Truth ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Title: Love's Painful Truth

Author: Daxemon

Fandom: Gravitation (yaoi)
Pairing/Characters: Yuki/Hiro

Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: The Maki Murakami is the creator of Gravitation and I will do my best to not soil her creations with my filthy thoughts…….well maybe just a little. I'll make sure to clean them up afterwards. Obviously these guys don't belong to me or anyone but Ms. Murakami.

 

A/N - I would like to give a great big ol' THANK YOU to my Beta IDWYTNOME, who is very good at what she does and is helping me learn along the way and cracking me up with every chapter she beta's. Thanks IDWYTNOME, you rock. Now everyone please enjoy this latest installment of Love's Painful Truth, bye.

 

Love's Painful Truth

Chapter 6

 

Hiro had eventually managed to choke down some of his dinner before he felt like it would be pointless to continue. Standing, he discarded the rest of his uneaten dinner and placed the dishes in the sink, deciding that they could wait. All he wanted now was a well needed shower and to go to bed.

 

 

After his shower Hiro crawled into bed, feeling no better about his predicament. Hiro just couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to how he came to find himself in the place that he was and he soon came to the conclusion that he was actually trying to figure out when the logic centers in his brain had shut down.

 

As he laid still his mind drifted back to the fateful night when he betrayed his best friend in the whole world.

There was some downtime for a week after the album release party for everyone involved, until things started ramping up for the tour in six weeks that Bad Luck was to undertake, along with the two overseas bands brought over from America.

 

Three days after the release party, Hiro received a text message requesting his presence at The New Grand Hotel in Yokohama from Yuki. Hiro could not believe the nerve of the guy. He had no intention of going anywhere, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to tell Yuki off to his face. Eventually he made up his mind to put Yuki in his place.

 

The message had instructed Hiro to head directly to room 1150 once he'd arrived.

 

Hiro's phone rang as he tried to ignore the second thoughts swamping him as he parked his bike. Distractedly, he answered the anonymous call.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Scared?”

 

All doubts fled - he was going up there and he was going to beat the shit out of that bastard, and good.

 

Hiro blindly made his way through the hotel and before he knew it, he was standing in front of suite 1150.....hesitating.

 

Suddenly the door opened and there, in all his glory, stood the reason for his ire. Hair perfectly mussed, clothes casually disheveled and gold cat-like eyes twinkling with maliciousness. Hiro took one look at Yuki and knew he was in trouble.

 

“Welcome,” smirked Yuki.

 

'…said the spider to the fly.' thought Hiro as he stepped into the hotel suite feeling his hackles rise. He had to do what he came for and quickly. He sensed Yuki was up to something and he honestly didn't want to hang around to find out what.

 

After taking only a few steps Hiro stopped and turned around, ready to let Yuki have it for his behavior at the party, only to find the novelist nowhere to be seen.

 

“Drink?” Yuki asked from behind the bar.

 

'How the hell did he get over there so quick?' wondered Hiro absently. “No,” Hiro answered as he approached the novelist.

“I hate drinking alone, but suit yourself,” Yuki said as he came around the bar with a glass of brandy in hand.

 

“I highly doubt that,” Hiro retorted under his breath.

 

“What was that?” Yuki asked as he leaned on the bar.

 

“Nothing,” Hiro mumbled.

 

Yuki wasn't stupid; he may have been pulling the strings so far, but he knew that if he got too close too quickly, he mighthave to dodge a few punches. 'Maybe later.' he thought as he sipped his brandy, enjoying the burn of the liquid and watching Hiro as he fidgeted in the growing silence.

 

“Look....” Hiro began finally breaking the cloying silence. “...what the hell was that at the party? Better yet, I don't want to know. I'm just here to warn you that if you try that again, don't be surprised if you end up eating dirt.” Hiro warned then turned to leave.

 

“Surprising to hear, seeing as you were giving as good as you got. You didn't exactly have me, in your vernacular, “eating dirt” then, now did you Hiro?” Yuki pointed out, stopping Hiro in his tracks.

 

“You're an asshole.” Hiro gritted out.

 

“So I've been told on many occasions.” Yuki answered as he approached where Hiro stood, coming to rest just out of reach, just to be safe. “The fact of the matter still is that you returned my advances without so much as a half-hearted protest. What does that tell me, hmmm, Hiro?” Yuki asked, looking smug as Hiro stood there speechless. 'The truth is a good weapon, sometimes,' thought Yuki happily.

 

“It doesn't tell you anything. Just don't let it happen again, or else.” Hiro said lowly and headed for the door.

 

“You don't want to leave, Hiro.” Yuki said, putting his glass of brandy down on a nearby table. He knew he was probably going to need both hands in the next few minutes.

 

“GO TO HELL!” Hiro spat, reaching for the door handle.

 

“What do you think Shuichi would be most upset at, or should I say who?”

 

Hearing that froze Hiro's hand midway to the door, a chill running up his spine as he turned to look at Yuki in disbelief.

 

Seeing he had a captive audience, Yuki continued. “Would he be more upset at me for kissing you, but being that I am a bastard, he may not be too surprised. Or would he be completely disappointed in his long-time friend for allowing such a thing to happen without putting up a fuss in the first place, I wonder? Don't you, Hiro?”

 

“You wouldn't!” Hiro snapped as he watched Yuki take out his cell.

 

“Oh, wouldn't I?” Yuki replied confidently, though he had no intention of calling Shuichi. He definitely was a bastard, but he did have his limits. He just wanted Hiro to stay.

 

A surge of unmitigated anger flared inside of Hiro and all he could see was red as he lunged forward, attempting to plant his left fist squarely into Yuki's jaw.

 

Not being a novice at fighting, Yuki easily dodged the wild punch and in the process grabbed Hiro's left wrist and spun him, pinning him chest first against the suite door that Hiro had tried to leave through earlier.

 

“LET GO!” shouted Hiro, struggling fruitlessly.

 

“Don't act like you came all the way here to just tell me to “go to hell”. You could have done that over the phone or, better yet, just ignored me. You can lie to me, but your body can't. You want this as much as I do,” Yuki whispered lustfully into Hiro's ear as he pressed his body into Hiro's against the door, feeling a slight shiver emanate from Hiro along with an almost inaudible groan.

 

 

 

Now as he lay in bed, Hiro remembered how it felt when Yuki's unoccupied hand began sliding up under his t-shirt, running along his abs until it reached its intended destination and how a surprised cry of pleasure had fallen from his lips as Yuki began playing with one of his nipples. Soon that same hand made it's way downward and without preamble slid beneath the waistband of his jeans and underwear to cup the semi-hard arousal there, causing him to thrust forward instinctively and throw his head back, gritting his teeth and trying not to cry out, but it was too late. Yuki had already proved his point. He did want this and he couldn't deny the truth, not with what Yuki was doing to him and how good it felt.

 

Hiro shifted uncomfortably onto his side in bed as he felt his body responding to his thoughts, a surge of warmth darting through his body and down to his groin as his mind's eye ran through what happened. Yuki had released him from his hold, only stepping back a few inches, enough room to allow him to turn in the small space between their bodies. He remembered how Yuki'd looked at him with a mixture of wariness and expectation. How he'd looked at that those beautiful, haunted golden eyes and realized that there was no going back as he tentatively reached up and caressed Yuki's cheek with shaking fingers. Yuki leaning in and kissing him breathless, before things completely spiraled out of control and clothes were practically ripped off of each other and they ended up in the bedroom of the suite and before he knew it the sun was up on the next morning and he was sore and covered with love bites.

 

Hiro's mind wandered lazily over the last few weeks and he even had to smile at those few moments that they spent together not having sex. Like the time that they had ordered room service and Yuki discovered to his considerable dismay that there was celery in his miso soup. Since they had to remain inconspicuous, Yuki couldn't exactly call down to the front desk and read them the riot act, so he just relegated himself to pouting in his own way by complaining caustically about the cook's heritage and cooking skill (or lack thereof), while he picked out the celery. Hiro remembered how he sat silently and watched as Yuki complained and came to the startling realization that he may actually be in love with the taciturn author after only being with him for two weeks. Hiro got to see many facets of Eiri Yuki during their time together that he'd never had the chance to experience before. He realized the man was sweet, that in his own way he cared very deeply. It actually showed in his lovemaking, it seemed everything he couldn't show with his heart he did with his body.

 

With some chagrin Hiro also remembered how he soon came to the conclusion that Yuki was insatiable. Hiro thought that their first night (six times!) was a fluke, but apparently not. Yuki was a beast that, once let off it's leash, had an unquenchable thirst that Hiro had a little trouble keeping up with.

 

Towards the end of their first week together Hiro had to institute rest periods between their bouts of lovemaking. He remembered on that day looking up at Yuki and seeing the most petulant look flash across his face for an instant before he laid back down onto the floor in the living room area of the suite (they didn't quite make it to the bedroom) in terse agreement.

 

'Yuki can be so adorable.' Hiro thought, rolling onto his back and finally falling asleep.