Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Splinters of a Song ❯ = track five = ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

= Splinters of a Song =

Warnings and disclaimers same as in the Prologue. Nothing has changed much from that one to this one. Ryuuichi POV again. Mention of K + Ryuuichi in this part, as well as some references to ep. three of the anime. Some limish action between Ryuuichi and Touma as well.
AN: THis part is a little bleh but Touma and Ryuu were being yaoi bunnies and didn't want to end their little loving scenes. ^^; Hopefully there will be more later on in the story.

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= Track Five =

It was like we were two teenagers just starting to understand this wonderful thing called sex. Ten minutes after our first orgasm, we were moving against each other again in slow teasing circles, our mouths open and wet against each other's skin. The cold air and wall felt good to my overheated skin, a sharp contrast to the hot youthful body pressing against me, the heat rising in me. His blunt teeth worried at the already tender love bite on my neck, a whine escaping my throat at the mingling pleasure and pain. He was getting hard again and I was quickly following him when there was a loud clap of air and the sound of a gunshot.

I squeaked, my head hitting the wall. Touma jumped, glared at the other blond that just entered the room, brandishing a .45 Magnum at us like we were something he wanted to shoot at. I squeaked again as Touma turned and I had to hastily cover myself with something. It wasn't that K hasn't seen me naked- - dressing rooms for tours were always cramp and crowded and lacking in private areas unless one was female among a male band- - it was I didn't want him to see me sweaty, disheveled and above all else, semen covered like I was at the moment.

Hell, even a legendary singer should be allowed private moments with a lover or three without their managers seeing every bit of it.

I ducked behind the couch and glared over the top at K while Touma had a quiet- - for K anyways- - argument over knocking first, privacy and that we're both adults and I could damn well sleep with whomever I wanted too and he didn't need to act like Rambo half the time. K countered that Touma was taking advantaged of me, that I -still- haven't finished those three tracks and that Touma should know better than acting like a horny teenager. I didn't even dare to open my mouth to get involved with the argument. I've heard it all before, in various places and tones, and with various firearms waving about.

With a growl that we 'Better clean the hell up!' K slammed out of the room, causing me to jump then curse my sudden headache. Touma sighed in the returned stillness and turned to look at me.

"Are you okay?"

"I banged my head against the wall, but it's nothing that some aspirins won't take care off," I replied, draping my arms over the back of the couch. "I think K is really pissed."

I heard Touma sigh faintly. "I wish you didn't pick up K's habit of saying random English words. . ."

"But Japanese can be -so- hard!" I protested, pouting at him as he started gathering clothing strewn about the room. "You can have one syllable mean two or three or four different things! With English, one word means maybe two things at the most!"

"Does this mean if Nittle Grasper ever got back together again, you'll be writing everything in English?"

I pfted him and got a face full of jeans as he tossed them at me. I clawed the pants off my face and pulled them on, thinking that I could stand the stickiness long enough to get home and get a shower. Touma handed me a handkerchief and I used that to clean the worse of the mess off my stomache before buttoning my pants up and pulling on my shirt.

"Actually, I like playing with Japanese words to get a finished product," I said combing my fingers through my hair and watching Touma wiggle into his clothing. I glanced away, not needing to get hard again. "at least for Nittle Grasper. America was a bit different. . . Ne, Touma?"

He had bent down to pick up his hat, nearly completely dressed without his jacket or his hat on that was. He looked up at his name, one eyebrow arched and his cupid bow lips pressed together in a slight frown. He was half between the businessman of N-G and the quiet, shy man I felt for, and I felt a pang for the days when we were younger and when the world didn't intrude on our world.

"I miss Nittle Grasper. . . Can we get back together and play like we did before?"

Touma brushed his hat off and set it on top of his head, his lips pressed together in thought. Then picking up his jacket and shaking it off, he nodded.

"I think we can get the band together. I would have to see if Noriko would be free enough to do so between family and her interests but we would have no trouble with finding producer or manager or a recording label. . . Let me see what I can do and then I'll get back to you, alright?"

I cheered and crossed the floor, glomping Touma and snuggling close. He smelt of sex, and his arms gave me a brief squeeze before he untangled himself from me, gave me a quick kiss and then left the room. I bounced over to Kumagorou and picked him up, tossing the rabbit into the air before setting him on top of my head. Then I left the room to face the wrath of the American.

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I rested my head against the window, watching the rest of Tokyo go by while K drove. The car was quiet, far too quiet than it should be, K having only grunted a response once when I asked for a ride home after he caught me with my pants down. I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes, noticing the closed off expression on his face then went back to watching out the window.

I didn't expect him to say anything to me about this afternoon, but as we drove off the one freeway and entered a quieter area, he sighed and glanced at me. I pretended not to notice, taking Kumagorou and holding him up to wave at the cars we were passing. He stopped at a red light and I heard him take another sigh before he said my name.

"Ryuuichi, you shouldn't be sleeping with Touma."

I pressed my forehead against the glass, watching the world go by. There was an odd note in his voice, like he was both saddened and tired.

"He's married for one thing and he isn't the kind who can love you like you deserve. Besides, he's pining away for that brother of his wife's, what a sorry sort of person that he is. You should find someone more stable and able to give you what you need."

I laughed at that, a bitter, half snort of amusement that I quickly clamped my teeth around but it did catch K's attention. He broke off, eyed me and frowned.

"What's so funny?"

I sighed and looked at him full on. "Neither of us is capable of love, K. I give myself to the music and whatever is left is just a good dose of lust. Touma also gave a lot of himself to the music and his duty. We aren't people that can love. . . Well, not anymore."

K didn't have a response for that, though I could feel his eyes on me as I went back to watching Kumagorou wave at people and think.