Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Painful Truth ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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 - Here is my latest update in the ongoing tale of Hiro's and Yuki's tryst. Hopefully everything works out for the better, but we'll all have to wait for that. Well I give my utmost thanks to my BETA Meng Horde. She is the awesomest if there is such a word, it perfectly describes her input and skill at figuring out what I want to say and do with my fic. She's a great co-pilot. Thanks Meng Horde you rock.

 

Love's Painful Truth

Chapter 8

 

Hiro reached Yokohama in record time. It took a lot of self imposed control not to sprint through the lobby of the hotel. Luckily Hiro had gotten on the elevator alone, he fidgeted impatiently until the elevator reached the top floor. Mercifully it didn't make any unwanted stops - it was a straight express ride.

 

Hiro entered the room quietly using his card key and closed the door behind him while he searched for his lover. "YUKI!! Where are you?!" Not seeing him Hiro made his way quickly toward the bedroom at the back of the spacious suite, but as he passed the bathroom he caught a whiff of Yuki's favorite bubble bath and he noticed the door was ajar.

 

Hiro walked into the bathroom and immediately spotted Yuki, looking almost childlike.......asleep in the bath, bubbles all around. Hiro wondered if this guy really could sleep anywhere. He'd heard as well as witnessed for himself on a few occasions Yuki's uncanny ability to sleep in the oddest places.

 

Hiro really wanted to discuss the peculiar conversation he had with K, but he couldn't pass up this opportunity to have the unguarded author at his mercy.

 

Hiro stripped out of his clothes, leaving a trail of them as he quietly made his way to the shower stall to wash the road grime and sweat from his body. He hoped that Yuki didn't wake, he wanted to surprise him. Hiro washed quickly and quietly, feeling some of the tension leave his body.

 

 

 

 

Once finished he walked out of the shower and over to the recessed bath/hot tub where Yuki dozed. Facing Yuki, Hiro gently stepped into the warm water and slowly slid down until his waist was below the water and his torso flush with Yuki's. Smiling happily, he began to nibble the left side of Yuki's neck and then the right.

 

Yuki didn't react immediately, so Hiro decided to go for the hot spot........Yuki's left ear.

 

"Don't you dare." murmured Yuki, as he felt Hiro's body shift and his warm breath waft past his ear.

 

"You're awake." Hiro stated more than asked, slight disappointment tinging his words.

 

"Yes and you were up to no good. You will have to be punished." Yuki informed Hiro as he brought his hands up to glide over then firmly grasp the two slippery globes of Hiro's ass.

 

"Oh, really? And what .... Yuki!"

 

Yuki slid the fingers of his left hand into the cleft of Hiro's butt, slipping them in easily with the aide of the soapy water, bringing a hiss of surprised filled pleasure from Hiro.

 

Yuki began to prepare Hiro, purposely making sure to take his time. Adding to the torment Yuki reached down between them with his free right hand and began to stroke Hiro's twitching erection, running his slippery thumb from the base to across the tip, making Hiro's body practically vibrate at the touch.

 

Hiro's head rested at the juncture of Yuki's neck and shoulder, his breath coming out in heavy pants. 'How did the tables turn this quickly?' wondered Hiro, as he quickly became overwhelmed by what Yuki was doing to him, despite his best efforts to stay in control. "Yuki - I - I'm..."

 

Yuki whispered huskily into Hiro's ear, "No no no. This is where the punishment comes in, You don't come until I let you come, Hiro." Yuki grasped the base of Hiro's erection tightly, not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to make Hiro want to climb the walls in unattainable need.

 

Hiro's mind and body screamed for release, a release that wouldn't be granted until Yuki saw fit to do so. Yuki was very skilled in this, he knew exactly how to tease him, and for how long. Yuki continued his slow preparation of Hiro, every few strokes pressing deep inside Hiro's body, rubbing against that one spot that he knew would make Hiro's current predicament all that more interesting.

 

Hiro felt like he was going crazy and his body was burning itself from the inside out. "Yuki." Hiro groaned when he felt the man in question penetrate him with a third finger. At this point Hiro knew that he was more than ready and that Yuki was just drawing it out, but he couldn't take it anymore. Hiro was panting like a sprinter whose finish line seemed interminably far. 'This really is turning into torture.'

 

Without warning or hesitation Yuki thrust fully into Hiro, snapped his hips upward, and firmly held Hiro's right hip with his now available left hand. He still kept a firm grip on the base of Hiro's now straining erection with his right.

 

 

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!" Hiro shouted in ecstasy as his body shot upright and bowed backwards, his voice trailed to a harsh whisper, his head whipped back, his wet hair sprayed droplets of water every which way.

 

As Hiro's body still screamed for release, Yuki began thrusting into him mercilessly, water sloshed unheeded over the sides of the tub. Hiro clutched Yuki's shoulders, his overwhelmed senses now guided him in a sensual rhythm with Yuki. All too soon their movements had become erratic and desperate; they were rapidly losing control.

 

As he felt his own imminent release, Yuki finally relinquished his hold on Hiro, grabbed both Hiro's hips, and used the leverage he now gained to drive himself deeper into Hiro's willing body.

 

Hiro felt Yuki release him, which caused what little self control he had to wither away. Hiro matched the fervor of Yuki's movements, both men equally possessed.

 

"AAAAHHHHHHH!! YUKI MORE, MORE!! " Hiro screamed wantonly. He could feel his climax rushing forward like a freight train on a steep downslope ... unstoppable and fast coming. "FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!! AAAAHHHHHHH!!" Hiro swore colorfully as his orgasm took him, tensing up almost every muscle in his body as he rode it out.

 

As Hiro's release caused his muscles to clamp down, Yuki's own release was ripped from him. He watched Hiro as they both climaxed, and what an erotic sight that was to see. Hiro's head was thrown back, his hair plastered to his face, his breath came in heavy gasps and grunts. His toned body, slick with water and perspiration, suddenly tensed as he screamed his release. If not for Hiro's body gripping him so tightly, this alone would have made Yuki come.

 

"Hiro." Yuki whispered as he came. 'Damn! It took all my self control not to scream his name.' Yuki was more than a little unnerved by his almost lack of self control.

 

A few moments later Hiro slumped forward, completely wiped out from their lovemaking. Yuki gently slid out, eliciting a moan from Hiro and exited the bath.

 

After having to practically bribe Hiro out of the tub, Yuki finally got him dried and into one of the fluffy white robes the hotel supplied. Stepping back and taking a look at his handiwork, Yuki concluded that Hiro wouldn't topple over while Yuki dried himself. Once done Yuki wrapped a towel around his waist and turned toward Hiro, who looked as if he had fallen asleep on his feet.

 

 

 

Yuki knew Hiro's schedule backwards and forwards - he had to. With their current status it was prudent to have such knowledge. The one thing Yuki didn't understand was why lately Hiro seemed to be exhausted most of the time. Hiro's schedule was no longer the break neck it was a couple of months ago, since they were about to go on tour, things had calmed down for them and Yuki knew he was a voracious lover, but there were times he hadn't laid a finger on the guitarist and he seemed ready to drop. Yuki wouldn't say he was concerned for Hiro, but he would chalk it up to an authors curiosity.

 

Yuki was pulled from his musings when he noticed the young man in front of him listing to the left as his overtaxed body abruptly gave out. Yuki caught Hiro easily, and picked him up bridal style, taking note how much lighter he seemed. A small frown of worry creased Yuki's forehead about the weight difference. He knew Tohma had the band go through a workout regiment before each tour, to get them in toned shape, maybe that was it, Yuki concluded as he he headed to the bedroom.

 

Hours later Hiro slowly woke, and as his mind cleared he felt a slight weight across his waist. Looking down he saw a very familiar arm draped across his mid-section. Hiro shifted slightly and felt the arm's grip tighten imperceptibly, enough to stifle his movement.

 

"Yuki." Hiro murmured trying to get the groggy authors attention.

 

"Ngh, sleep." Yuki mumbled sleepily as he nuzzled into the nape of Hiro's neck, drinking in Hiro's heady clean scent.

 

"Yuki I need to talk to you."

 

"Rest now - talk later." came the caveman-like reply from the drowsy author.

 

"Please Yuki, we really need to talk!" Hiro persisted.

 

"Then talk." came Yuki's muffled reply.

 

"Yuki....ah!!"

 

"I thought you wanted to talk Hiro?" inquired Yuki, mild sarcasm coloring his words.

 

"Stop it ... ah!!" tried Hiro once again to no avail, as Yuki's once immobile arm and hand had snaked its way into Hiro's robe and was now abusing a very sensitive and pert left nipple. Hiro's body was quickly responding to Yuki's touches and if he didn't stop Yuki now, he doubted that he would ever be able to discuss this tonight. To let him know that probably their relationship was known, and by someone who could, and possibly would, use that knowledge. How could he know? Hiro still could not guess, they had been very careful. But K was a personality you could never quite get a grasp on, he was so unpredictable. Or was it slippery?

 

Hiro felt Yuki's hand shift from his chest and begin to drift down across his abdomen and further, but before Yuki could reach his intended destination Hiro cut off his route. Grabbing Yuki's hand, Hiro turned around onto his back to look at Yuki so that he could really get his attention, but before he could get two words out, Yuki was already kissing him soundly, taking his breath as well as any chance he had of speaking. For one scary moment Hiro felt his mind give over completely to what he was feeling and responded accordingly by wrapping his arms around Yuki's neck, returning the kiss feverishly.

 

Thankfully Hiro had opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of Yuki's golden tresses and his encounter with K came back full force, causing his skin to break out in goosebumps and sobering him up abruptly. With an inhuman amount of will Hiro managed to pry Yuki off of him, even having to go so far as slapping his hand across Yuki's mouth, so that he could get what he wanted said out.

 

“YUKI!!” yelled Hiro, somewhat out of breath, his skin tingling.

 

Yanking Hiro's hand away from his mouth, the now very put-out author snapped, “WHAT!”

 

“I think K knows.”

 

“Knows what?” Yuki asked not understanding.

 

“About us.”

 

“Why? How do you know?” asked Yuki a little too calmly for Hiro's taste.

 

“Well he approached me today and said some really strange things that led me to believe that he knows something.” Hiro said as he watched Yuki back off and grab his pack of cigarettes from the nightstand.

 

“Did he say that he knew that we were sleeping together?” Yuki asked lighting up and taking a long drag.

 

“Well no, not in so many words. But he did say that if my personal life interfered with the progress of Bad Luck he would have to get involved........or something like that, I think.” finished Hiro, sounding quite confused.

 

“This is not like you Hiro. Your starting to sound like Shuichi.” Yuki stated as he leaned against the headboard of the King sized bed and smoked. “From what I know about your manager he's not the type to beat around the bush. If he knew something, so would you and you wouldn't be here right now. He may have an idea that something is up in your personal life that may or may not affect Bad Luck. He's probably just taking precautions or he's just crazy. I think the latter is more probable.” answered Yuki taking another drag.

 

'Could Yuki be right?' wondered Hiro. 'I have been a little out of sorts lately. What with having to face Shu every practice - knowing that I've been betraying him with every moment that I spend with Yuki. I just can't stop. Some friend I am, I never thought I would be with another guy. Especially not my best friends boyfriend. I shouldn't be here.' Hiro's heart was clouded with indecision.

 

Yuki noticed how quiet Hiro had become, and when he glanced over he saw the look on Hiro's face. Yuki knew that look, it was the 'I shouldn't be here, Oh my God' look. Whenever Hiro got that look on his face, Yuki's hackles would rise. He knew he was in for a fight to keep Hiro here with him, and that was happening way too often lately. Make up sex was off the charts, but Yuki really wasn't up for a fight, not tonight. He had to derail the guilt train Hiro was on right now. Putting out his cigarette Yuki set to the task of distracting Hiro. Before the night was over, leaving would be that last thing on Hiro's mind, if Yuki had anything to say about it.