Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Side of Gravity ❯ Accepting Fate ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4: Accepting Fate

Shuichi had started looking for Satoshi in the crowd at every concert.  He couldn't help it.  After his visit with Yuki, and the terrible thirst that had come over him, he was terrified of what was happening to him.   He knew it was because Satoshi kept drinking from him.  Every time it happened, his senses became more acute and the thirst got stronger.  He had thought he could resist that strange desire, and he did, with everyone but Yuki.  His attraction to Yuki made resisting the thirst impossible.  He wondered how it was possible for Yuki not to have figured out what was going on.  Shuichi had bitten him several times during their lovemaking the one day they'd spent together, but he hadn't said a thing.

But what would happen if Satoshi kept drinking from him and Shuichi's appetite got even stronger?  He might hurt Yuki!  The thought petrified him.  So he looked for Satoshi and tried to make sure all his free time was booked so Satoshi couldn't get him alone.  But Satoshi still managed.  It didn't happen as often, but it still happened.

But now he had not seen Satoshi in over a week and he was starting to think maybe he had escaped at last.  Maybe Satoshi had finally lost interest.  Shuichi desperately hoped so.  After their concert that night, he stayed glued to Hiro's side until he was safely back in his hotel room.  He'd only had time to shrug his coat off onto the floor when someone knocked at his door.  Shuichi assumed it was Hiro, since he'd only just left, so he opened the door without thinking. 

Satoshi Seido greeted him with a seductive smile and glided past him into the room without waiting for an invitation.  Shuichi was so stunned he just stood there.

"Close the door, Shuichi," Satoshi said softly.

Shuichi closed it as if he were in a trance.  He turned to look at Satoshi, feeling detached from the panic that was raging through his veins.

"You've been avoiding me," Satoshi admonished him gently.  "I'm hurt."

"I don't want to do this anymore, Mr. Seido," Shuichi replied faintly.  "I don't like what it's doing to me."

Satoshi glided up to him and put a hand on his bare waist.  "My dear Shuichi, surely you've realized by now that this is not about what you want."  His smile was lupine as his hand slid slowly up and pushed Shuichi's tube top up, exposing his nipple.  He bent over and kissed Shuichi just below the nipple and then bit him, sucking hungrily, his arm sliding around Shuichi's waist to pull him close.

Shuichi shuddered as the now familiar sensation sent waves of erotic desire through him.  He closed his eyes as tears welled up.  Yuki would never forgive him!

- - - -

Shuichi was still lying on his bed weeping when the phone rang.  Satoshi had left some time before, but Shuichi was too anguished to sleep.  It was very late, but Shuichi knew who was calling.  Yuki always called him late at night to catch him when he got back from the concert.  Shame almost kept him from answering the phone, but he didn't want Yuki to worry.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Shuichi.  I was starting to think you wouldn't answer.  Did the concert run late?"

"No, I… was in the bathroom."

"Oh, sorry to catch you at a bad time."

"That's all right."  Shuichi's voice caught.  "But, I think maybe I shouldn't talk right now.  I'm kind of busy."

It was probably Shuichi's imagination, but Yuki sounded disappointed.  "All right.  I'll call you another time.  Or you can call me when you're free."

"Yeah, ok, I'll do that.  Goodbye."  Shuichi hung up without waiting for Yuki to say goodbye.  Tears were coursing down his cheeks again.  Satoshi was going to ruin everything.  Yuki was going to hate him and leave him again.  Shuichi buried his face in his hands and wept helplessly.  Why did this have to happen?  Why?

- - - - - - - -

Lounging in their dressing room before yet another concert, Hiro studied Shuichi's face with a frown.  "You don't look good, Shuichi.  Are you sick?"

"No."  Shuichi realized that a monosyllabic reply out of him was the same thing as admitting to raging illness, but he couldn't manage any more.  He was just too depressed.

Hiro nodded understandingly.  "We're all getting a little ragged, Shu.  We've just got to tough it out for two more weeks.  This tour has been a fantastic boost for album sales."

"I know," Shuichi replied glumly.  "And then everyone will expect us to put out another album.  And then we'll have to go on another tour to promote it, and then we'll have to do another album.  It will never end."

"That's supposed to be a good thing," Hiro laughed.  When Shuichi didn't laugh too, he leaned forward and put his hands on Shuichi's shoulders.  "You just miss Mr. Yuki.  You'll get over this funk when we get home.  You'll see."

"I hope so," Shuichi answered faintly.  If he's still there.

- - - - - - - -

"It seems like we haven't spoken in weeks." 

Eiri leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and watched Shuichi unpack his suitcase, although unpack was probably not the right word.  'Dump out' was probably more accurate.  Shuichi turned large unhappy eyes toward him.

"I know, but the tour is over now.  I won't have to go anywhere for months, except the studio."  He stepped close to Eiri and put his head on his shoulder.  "It's been really hard for me.  I've missed you." 

"I was starting to think you were seeing someone else."

Shuichi pushed away with a guilty look on his face.  He began gathering up his scattered clothes from the floor and wadding them into a bundle under one arm.  "There were lots of fans, you know?  They always want to talk to me, and take my picture.  And maybe take me to dinner."  The last came out in a quick mumbled rush.

"Really?"

Shuichi stopped and his shoulders slumped.  The clothes in his arms tumbled to the floor in a heap.  "I swear I only went out with him once, but he kept coming to my concerts, and the press parties."

"I see," Eiri replied flatly.  He left the bedroom and went to sit on the couch in the living room.  He couldn't decide if he was angry, jealous, or just amused.  He was living with a rock star, after all.  People were going to be attracted to Shuichi; they were both going to have to get used to that.

Shuichi crept into the room as if he were not sure he would be welcome.  When Eiri said nothing, he crawled onto the couch beside Eiri and leaned against him.

"I didn't want him to touch me," he whispered, "but he… he bit me, and then I couldn't stop him from…" Large tears welled up in his eyes and slid down his cheeks.  "I don't want to be like him, but I can't help it.  I get so hungry and you smell so good and I get excited and then I can't stop."  He dropped his head into his hands and began to weep, his slender shoulders shaking.

Eiri stared at him, a little stunned.  It was not the confession he had been expecting.  It sounded like Shuichi was talking about a vampire!  Eiri touched his throat where Shuichi had given him that large hickey during his brief stopover weeks before, and he remembered all the other little nips and bites and how exhausted he'd been after Shuichi left.  It all made terrible sense.  Eiri put his arms around him.  "It's all right, Shu-chan.  I understand.  It's not your fault."

Shuichi looked up at him, his face and eyes wet with tears. "I told him I loved you and didn't want anybody else, but he just said he didn't need me that way, so it didn't matter."

Eiri frowned.  "It matters to me.  I don't want anyone to have a part of you that I don't have."  Shuichi stared at him.  "You're MY lover and I will not let anyone else intrude on our relationship."

"Yuki…"

Eiri kissed him, pulling Shuichi close.  Then he looked into Shuichi's eyes.  "If you need this, you don't even have to ask.  Whatever you want, I will give you."  He turned his head to the side and leaned forward, touching his throat to Shuichi's lips.  A long, soft sigh escaped Shuichi and then he opened his mouth, his tongue stroking slowly up Eiri's neck to his chin.  And then he bit Eiri's neck just above the shoulder and sucked hungrily.

Eiri closed his eyes.  The sensation was shockingly erotic.  He wasn't sure how long Shuichi would have kept drinking, but neither of them ever found out because he abruptly pushed Shuichi over backward, tore off his clothes and fucked him on the couch, lying between his spread legs, until they were both exhausted.

"Oh, Yuki, I'm so sorry I let this happen."  Shuichi's large eyes were all pupil, making him look more like a puppy than ever.  "It was so exciting to have someone interested in me because of my music.  He wanted me to tell him how I thought of my lyrics.  He said my lyrics were wonderful."

"I'm surprised you didn't dump me for him on the spot," Eiri replied in wry amusement.  "I always tell you your writing is terrible."

Shuichi looked unhappy. "But I know you don't mean it."

"Don't I?"

More tears welled up in his eyes.  "Do you really hate my songs?" he asked in a small voice. 

Eiri immediately felt guilty for hurting him.  "No, I don't hate your songs." He kissed the tears from Shuichi's cheeks.  "I don't blame you for letting your fans idolize you.  And I don't blame you for attracting a vampire."  He kissed Shuichi's lips.  "You're so cute, I suppose we shouldn't be surprised."

A tentative smile crept across Shuichi's face.  "You're not mad?"

"No."

Shuichi brightened.  "I get three days off.  Can I spend it with you?  I promise not to make too much noise."

"You live here, Shuichi," Eiri pointed out.  "Where else are you going to spend your days off?"

Shuichi tried to look serious, but his happy smile defeated him.  "But I know I wreck your concentration sometimes.  I don't want to keep you from writing."

"You won't."  He kissed Shuichi again.  "I've missed you.  I like the idea of having you to myself for a while.  I just hope you aren't too tired after all that touring and performing."  He nuzzled Shuichi's neck and began moving inside him again. 

Shuichi moaned softly.  "Oh, Yuki!" he whispered, "that feels so good."  He slid his arms around Eiri's neck and threaded his fingers into Eiri's hair.  "I love you so much."

Eiri nipped Shuichi's shoulder.  "I love you, too, Shu-chan."