Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Ryu's New Assistant. ❯ Not You Too! ( Chapter 12 )

Title: Ryu's New Assistant - Chapter 12

Authors: Dark Nuriko and Mayhem's Angel

Disclaimers: Neither one of us own anybody or anything from Gravitation. We only wish too.

Warnings: Shonen-ai, yaoi, eventually. Not just yet.

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Tatsuha awoke before Ryuichi Monday morning. He was suffering from a bout of morning wood and with his object of desire right beside him, it was pure torture. Carefully, he slipped out of the bed and padded into the bathroom. Once there, he stripped and turned on the shower.

 

When the water was warm enough, he stepped under the spray and lathered up his hands. Once they were slick enough, he began to stroke slowly over his cock, trying to relieve himself of the building pressure before starting another day so close to Ryuichi.

 

Ryuichi woke up to the sound of the shower running, and sat up, wondering what it was this early in the morning. He was over his cold now, but he was still going to be a little out of it for at least an hour.

 

Tatsuha was panting beneath the hot spray, his eyes closed. He imagined that it was Ryuichi's hand caressing him. That it was Ryuichi making him feel so wonderful. Groaning as he tugged a little more, he couldn't help but whimper the name of who he wished was doing this. "Ryuichi," he panted.

 

Ryuichi paused, a hand on the door knob of the bathroom. He was awake enough to tell that it was his name being called in tones of passion. Flushing in embarrassment, he realized just what it was Tatsuha was doing in the shower.

 

'He must have to do it every morning. Especially after sleeping next to me all night.' He thought, as his wrist turned the knob and he opened the door just enough to confirm it, getting quite the eyeful, with Tatsuha standing there and panting, soft whimpers of his name still falling from his lips. Biting his lower lip, he shut the door again, turning back to his room and getting his stuff together for work, waiting till Tatsuha was, ahem, finished in the shower.

 

Tatsuha finished up with a deep cry of Ryuichi's name, before letting the water wash away all evidence of what he had been doing. He then swiftly washed his hair and body before stepping out and dressing.

 

Ryuichi looked up as Tatsuha re-entered the bedroom, fully dressed, presumably to wake him up. "Oh. Um... Morning. Are you done with the bathroom?"

 

The teen's cheeks heated a little. "Yeah, sorry I took so long. It's all yours."

 

"That's alright. I understand." he said, standing and gathering his clothes closer to his chest. "'Scuse me." He mumbled, passing Tatsuha in the doorway. His cheeks turned red again with the embarrassment. This was silly. If they were both so embarrassed over this, then how we they going to handle it whenever they were ready for the next step?! Ryuichi pushed it out of his mind, instead focusing on what his work schedule was like today. He wouldn't be doing any singing; that was for sure.

 

Tatsuha nodded, giving him a soft smile. "Of course. I'll be in the living room."

 

Ryuichi just nodded before stepping into the bathroom for his own shower, minus the extra activities.

 

Tatsuha was messing with the PDA, checking over all that Ryuichi had to do for today.

 

Ryuichi finished with his shower and got dressed, carefully looking over everything in the mirror. No wrinkles yet, no gray hair, no bags under the eyes yet. Good. Even having been sick all weekend, he still looked pretty good. Maybe a little pale, but you couldn't tell he was over 30. Thank god. He hated the thought of aging to soon, or too much. Sighing, he opened the door and stepped out to the living room

 

Tatsuha was so lost in reading over the PDA that he didn't hear Ryuichi enter the room. He was double and triple checking the list of things they were to do today.

 

"Tatsuha-kun?" He asked softly. "You okay? You look a little... I don't know. Not yourself."

 

The teen blinked, looking up and giving him a smile. "I'm all right, just a little tired. I was going over the schedule."

 

"Oh? Is it busier than usual?" He asked, hoping it wasn't too much. Probably was though. He just hoped Tatsuha would be alright and not get sick like he had.

 

Tatsuha blinked, before shaking his head. "No, it's light. I didn't want to over work you so soon after being sick."

 

"Oh, yeah. Thank you. I was thinking it'd be a lot more hectic, seeing as I can't sing again just yet." Ryuichi said, sitting next to him on the couch. "Do we still have time for breakfast? I'm kinda hungry." he asked, although, after he said it, he realized he could have just gone and gotten himself a bowl of cereal. Oh well. Sometimes stupid questions are allowed.

 

The teen smiled, putting the PDA back into his pocket. "Of course, Ryu-chan. What would you like?"

 

"Can we go down the street to the coffee shop? I love their bagels." He asked.

 

Tatsuha grinned, nodding his head. "Yes, I think we can fit it in." He stood, feeling a little light headed, but he hid it well. After all, it wouldn't do to get sick."

 

"Okay! Let's go! Are you ready?" Ryuichi asked, bouncing up off the couch.

 

Tatsuha stood there for a second, letting the feeling fade before nodding his head, giving his love a warm smile. "Of course. Lead the way, Ryu-chan."

 

Ryuichi looked at him worriedly for a second. "Are you sure you're alright? You look really pale."

 

He gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry. I'm ok. Really."

 

"Ok." Ryuichi smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek in return. "Let's go then." He said, slipping on his shoes at the door.

 

He pulled on his own shoes, only a bit slower than he normally did things. Yet he followed Ryuichi to the bagel shop, where he merely sat watching the older man eat. Then they headed for Ryuichi's photo shoot.

 

Ryuichi was a little worried still about Tatsuha. He really seemed like he was getting sick. He hadn't even eaten anything this morning, and now he was just sitting there at the photo shoot, looking really tired. Ryuichi frowned, and the camera shutter clicked.

 

"Sakuma-san! That's the third frown I've caught on film! What's wrong with you today?!" The photographer yelled.

 

Ryuichi blinked, turning away from Tatsuha. "Sorry. I'll focus more." He HAD too. Work was work, and home was home. They had to be boss and assistant at work, and boyfriend and boyfriend at home. If not, Tohma would ruin everything.

 

Reposing, and plastering on a smile, Ryuichi tried not to think of anything worrisome.

 

The photographer gave up. "That's it! I can't work with you today! Just go! All of you!"

 

Ryuichi blinked. Well, that hadn't gone well.

 

Tatsuha walked over to the photographer. "Come now. You won't have a chance with him for another month. Couldn't you please try again."

 

"I'm really really sorry. I've just been distracted. I'll be fine now." Ryuichi apologized.

 

The photographer looked between the two of them. "Alright. I'll give you one more chance. But one more bad pose and I don't care if I don't see you for another YEAR."

 

Tatsuha gave him a grin and a wink. "Don't worry about it. He'll be fine." That said; he came over to Ryuichi, giving him a look. "Don't frown so much, Sakuma-san. You'll get wrinkles."

 

"Uck. That's true. Okay. Thanks for talking to him." Ryuichi said, studying his assistant.

 

"Okay, I want you over there, standing against the dark background." The photographer directed.

 

Ryuichi nodded, and walked over to where he was needed.

 

Tatsuha stood behind the photographer, making little kissing motions and acting like he was doing plenty to make his lover smile and look a little impassioned, which was what the photographer wanted.

 

Ryuichi couldn't help but smile at Tatsuha. He was trying so hard for him. So he would do the same. He spent the next couple hours perfecting every pose the photographer wanted, putting his all into it and getting a lot more praise and gratefulness from the photographer this time around.

 

Tatsuha grinned as the photographer began to wrap things up, even as he felt himself waver on his feet. Having been such a joker had taken a toll on his body, and it was ready to prove that it would have no more of it.

 

Ryuichi came over to him as the shoot finished and people began running around taking things down. "Thanks for doing all that. It helped."

 

He grinned, composing himself. "You are more than welcome, Ryuichi. I'm glad I could be of help."

 

Ryuichi grinned back. "Okay. We got anything else on the list for today?"

 

Tatsuha looked it over. "No, just this."

 

"Okay. Do you just wanna go home then? You still aren't looking that great, even if you keep saying you are." Ryuichi told him.

 

Tatsuha wanted to argue, but suddenly he was seeing double of his love. "Actually, someplace rather than standing would be preferable at the moment," he murmured.

 

"Oh, here! Sit down!" Ryuichi said, leading him over to a chair. He pulled out his phone and called his body guard, asking him to have the car brought out, and for him to come help with Tatsuha. "He's looking pretty bad, Arn-san. I'm going to need you to take him to the car. I'm going to call Noriko-chan. I think I'm going to need her help too." He said, turning back to look at his boyfriend slumped in the chair.

 

Tatsuha felt hot and cold at the same time and his throat was sore. He had felt Arn pick him up and carry him to and from the car and into their apartment, but it was more a blur than anything. He couldn't get sick. Tohma would fire him because he couldn't handle his job if he got sick. It was something he wasn't ready for.

 

"I'm fine," he murmured. Noriko had said she'd be over in five minutes.

 

"Stop talking and just rest. Tohma's not going to fire you because you're sick." Ryuichi assured him, becoming angry that he wasn't more worried about himself. He always worried about others, but never himself. Ryuichi heard Noriko knocking, and went to answer the door.

 

Noriko smiled brightly as she saw the singer. "So, Ryu-chan, what's so urgent?"

 

"Tatsuha's sick. And I'm not even that great at taking care of myself. So, I need your help for a little bit. Even if you could just make some soup. Please?!" He informed her, showing her in to the living room.

 

Noriko smiled warmly. "Sure, do you have a thermometer?" she asked, even as she walked over and placed a hand on Tatsuha's forehead. "Hey Tats-chan. You feeling ok?"

 

"I've been better. But I'm ok," Tatsuha replied. Noriko clucked her tongue.

 

"You sure know how to lie to yourself."

 

Ryuichi came into the room, having found a thermometer in the bathroom. "He sure does. He's been telling me he's 'ok' all day." Ryuichi frowned. "I should have brought him home sooner."

 

Tatsuha looked at Ryuichi, glaring. But the power behind it was lost as Noriko placed the thermometer under his tongue.

 

"You would think he was a little child, the way he acts."

 

"Mmhmm." Ryuichi agreed, sitting down on the end corner of the bed opposite him. "Do you want me to get anything? Nyquil or something?" He asked Noriko.

 

She shook her head. "Let's see how bad this is, first." Once it beeped, she removed it, whistling. "101.1, Tats-kun. That's a temperature. If it goes any higher, the hospital is where you'll be going."

 

Tatsuha grumbled, looking away. He wasn't about to admit he felt like crap.

 

Ryuichi tsked at his actions. "Now now. Let's not be rude just because you didn't tell me how bad you actually felt. We'll bring this fever down before it gets too bad. I'd rather not have to take you to the hospital. Do you think I should call a doctor anyways?"

 

Noriko shook her head. "No. Give him plenty of medicine, soup, and rest and he'll be as good as new."

 

"Okay. I can do that. Thanks Noriko."

 

She nodded. "You are more than welcome. Here's the number of a place that makes perfect chicken soup when you're sick, and they deliver."

 

Ryuichi laughed, knowing it was just like Noriko to not even be able to make soup. "Alright, great. I'll call you if something else happens and I need you."

 

Noriko laughed, waving. "Take care of him, Ryu-chan. He's a good boy at heart."

 

Tatsuha frowned, looking away. "I guess I have no choice..."

 

"Of course you don't. Choice in what?" Ryuichi asked, looking confused.

 

Tatsuha sighed, laying back heavily on the pillows. "Choice in if I'm sick or not. I feel terrible."

 

"Aww, I know you do. Do you want anything? Soup? Crackers? Water? Juice? A hug?"

 

"Water and crackers... I don't think I can keep anything else down." Tatsuha grinned. "I could never handle getting you sick again, so the hug will have to wait."

 

Ryuichi laughed. "Okay. I'll go get you those crackers."

 

Tatsuha gave him a soft smile. "Thanks."

 

Ryuichi dug through the kitchen cupboards until he found some saltine crackers and poured a large glass of water with plenty of ice. "Here you go." He set it down on the night stand.

 

The teen smiled gratefully, accepting the water and drinking down half of it. He then nibbled on two crackers before he realized he was in Ryuichi's bed. "Um... maybe... I should go to my own room."

 

"Oh! I hadn't even noticed where Arn put you. Don't worry. It's fine. Besides, you're too sick to be moving around now. I'll just sleep in your room tonight." Ryuichi told him, coming up with the easiest solution.

 

Tatsuha frowned, looking away, before nodding slightly. "I see... all right."

 

"Why? What's wrong? I could sleep in here with you if you wanted..."

 

Tatsuha suddenly shook his head slowly. "No, it's ok. I don't want to get you sick."

 

Ryuichi narrowed his eyes, trying to get what he was saying. "Alright. Whatever. You just rest now, and I'll come check on you in a little bit."

 

He nodded, settling in, taking the spare pillow to curl around it, and inhaling the smell of Ryuichi, even as he tried to sleep. Tatsuha couldn't let Ryuichi get too close to him. The singer didn't need to get sick once more.

 

Ryuichi sank down onto the couch, running his hands through his hair, then down over his face. Augh. He wasn't as good at taking care of other people as Tatsuha and Noriko were. And he knew Tatsuha was worried about making him sick, but he was probably worried about him for other reasons too. Sighing, he flipped on the news, listening to it at a low volume so he could hear anything going on in the other room.

 

Tatsuha was having another nightmare. What made this so bad of one was that he knew it was a nightmare and yet he couldn't manage to wake him self up. Tohma was telling him that he was over as Ryuichi's personal assistant. That he would not be allowed to see Ryuichi ever again and if he so much as breathed his name, Tohma would make his life a living hell. He whimpered at those words.

 

Ryuichi heard Tatsuha moaning and whimpering and rolling round in bed. Running into the other room, he tried waking the teen up. "Tatsuha! Tatshua, come on love, wake up."

 

He gasped, sitting up swiftly. Then dizziness hit him and he fell back against the pillow. "Oh... that sucked," Tatsuha muttered, a shaky hand brushing some of his hair away from his forehead. "Sorry if I scared ya, Ryu-chan."

 

"No, it's alright. It was just a nightmare." He said, offering a small smile and brushing his bangs back, stroking his jaw. "Are you better now? At least that you're awake?"

 

Tatsuha flushed, nodding his head. "Much, thank you. I didn't want to hear any more of that dream.

 

Ryuichi smiled. "Okay. Do you want some soup now? Or something else?"

 

Tatsuha knew what he wanted, but he couldn't ask for that, because he was both sick... and it was too soon in their relationship. "I'm good. Maybe some soup later."

 

"Okay. You want me to just stay with you for a while?"

 

The teen smiled softly. "You can if you want."

 

"Well, I do want too."

 

A light flush crawled up his cheeks. "Then stay, by all means."

 

"You're looking a little red again. I hope your fever isn't getting higher." Ryuichi said, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, and trying to find out that way.

 

Tatsuha swallowed deeply. "No, I'm just blushing."

 

"Oh. Ok." Ryuichi said, pulling his hand back.

 

Tatsuha instantly regretted the loss, but he knew he couldn't push Ryuichi.

 

He snuggled up next to him on the bed, not caring if Tatsuha complained that he would get sick again. He knew he needed the comfort and feeling.

 

Tatsuha pulled back for a moment, before putting his face under his shirt and pushing his covered face into Ryuichi's chest.

 

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