Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ The Final Encore ❯ The After-party ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Reyn 
What happened after the show ^_^
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.27.2005 | Updated On: 05.03.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
What happened after the show ^_^
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.27.2005 | Updated On: 05.03.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Title: The Final Encore
Author: Reyn
Rating: R for yaoi
Disclaimer: Despite the fact that I own a lot of Gravitation items, I don't own the rights
Author's Note: For anyone who's curious as to where the hell I pulled Ryuichi's list of presents, they're from many generous reviewers from other places this was previously posted.
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No sooner had the lights gone out; Ryuichi pulled out of the kiss and stalked off stage without looking back, leaving behind a slightly confused Tohma.
The blonde keyboardist remained rooted to the spot, the crowd's wild screams deaf to his ears. What was that?
“Hey Tohma, are you coming or do you plan on staying there until the crowd decides to climb on stage and tear you to pieces?” Noriko asked from the edge of the stage.
This snapped Tohma out of his daze as he smiled at her and turned to shut off his equipment before hurrying off stage.
Meanwhile, Ryuichi sat in his dressing room, frowning in thought. Why didn't Tohma get it? Was he not forward enough? Did he not make it obvious enough? But Tohma's a smart man, so surely he must have understood.
But what if he did, and didn't want it? This thought made Ryuichi freeze. What if he only went along with it for the audience and cameras and not for him?
A soft knock on the door drew the vocalist away from his thoughts.
“Come in.”
Tohma peeked his head through the door before entering the rest of the way. Hope began to spark through Ryuichi.
“Ryuichi, you forgot Kumagoro back there. He was sad and lonely,” Tohma said, smiling, as he handed over the pink bunny.
“Oh.” Ryu's shoulders slumped as he took his plushie and half-heartedly tossed it over to the table. “Thanks.”
Tohma frowned at Ryu's odd behavior. “Is everything alright?”
Ryuichi turned to face Tohma. “What was that? On stage, I mean.”
The blond blinked. “You know, I should be the one asking you that. I thought it was a publicity stunt, but-”
Tohma stopped abruptly as he notice Ryuichi drawing nearer, crossing the lines of normal comfort.
“But?” Ryu asked, as he backed Tohma against the wall.
“But…what was it to you?” Tohma asked softly, staring into the gleaming eyes before him.
Instead of answering, Ryuichi leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against the genius keyboardist's before him. He paused for a second; letting Tohma adjust, before deepening it into a real kiss. His tongue ran swiftly across Tohma's lips, pleading for entrance, which was quickly given.
After sensually coaxing Tohma's tongue with his own, Ryu drew back and looked deep into the blue eyes before him.
“What do you think it was to me?”
Ryu watched with some amusement as Tohma's mouth made several attempts to speak, before he hushed it with his fingers.
“Sshh. Let me tell you what it was,” Ryu said as he dragged his fingers down, tracing out Tohma's jaw, down to the vein in his neck, before dropping to the partially exposed toned chest, making a small detour over to a nipple, successfully drawing forth a small whimper.
“It was something beautiful,” Ryuichi whispered as his hand traveled back to the middle, continuing its path downward.
“Together, we were shining more than we ever have before,” Ryu's hands were now undoing the rest the shirt buttons, deftly teasing the trembling stomach behind it with feathery touches every now and then.
Ryuichi paused at the top of Tohma's black pants, running his thumb in small circles against the skin. “It was our final concert. Our last chance to sparkle together before I leave for America. We shouldn't leave it at just that.”
“But..M…Mika…”
The hand traveled down over the button. Ryuichi smirked as he lightly traced the straining hardness lined next to the zipper. “Forget her for now. This moment is for us.”
Unable to control himself, Tohma bucked his hips forward in agreement, pleading for more as Ryuichi came forward and pulled him into a brutal kiss. Their bodies were quickly brought together in alignment as Ryu slipped an arm around Tohma's lower back, helping to keep it at an arch, leaving his hips open for anything.
Not wasting any time, Ryuichi quickly slipped Tohma's suspenders off his shoulders, where they came to rest in the crook of his arms. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with the ease of an expert, Ryuichi quickly found what he was looking for.
Grasping it tightly, Ryuichi paused for a moment to enjoy the throbbing that was now contained in his fist. A guttural moan along with a sharp thrust begged Ryuichi to move as he began to slowly slide his fist up and down.
Tohma threw his head back as his body began to receive some of the glorious friction it had been aching for since the final song. Ryuichi wasted no time attaching himself to the lovely column of flesh as he began to nibble and tongue the vein, bringing forth a passion filled cry.
The moans a cries coming from Tohma were becoming too much for Ryuichi as he started to thrust and grind his own hips forward, increasing the speed of his hand. Tohma quickly responded by meeting him thrust for thrust.
In an attempt to keep their activities somewhat quiet, Ryuichi bit down on Tohma's neck, muffling his own moans as the volume in Tohma's began to increase.
“Ry…Ryu…I…ungh…I can't…I'm…I-ah!…I'm going to…”
Ryuichi responded by thrusting hard against Tohma and grinding his hips in a circular motion, his hand pistoning, as he sucked the over sensitive neck. He listened as Tohma's breathy cries reached an all time high, moaned as nails dug into his shoulders, and felt his own pleasure spike as the bond's body pulled itself even closer to his.
Suddenly, Ryuichi's senses were overloaded as he cried out, climaxing hard in the confines of his leather pants, mere milliseconds before Tohma's own orgasm over took him, Ryuichi's pleasured filled cry echoing against his ear as he thrust deeply into Ryu's fist, coming in thick spurts as he clung tightly to the shuddering body against his, in an attempt to ease his own trembling.
The sounds of heavy, harsh breathing filled the room as both men came slowly down from their high. Tohma's grip on Ryuichi loosened as he slumped against wall, his mind reeling.
The blissfulness broke with a sharp rapping coming from the door, followed by Noriko's muffled voice. “Ryuichi, K's here to take you to the airport! Are you even ready yet?”
The two band members chuckled as they drew away from each other, moving to the bathroom to clean up.
“He's almost ready! Kumagoro still needs to pack!” Tohma shouted back.
Several minutes later, Ryuichi had his things gathered together and was ready to leave for the U.S. Tohma stood by the door, waiting.
“Remember, Tohma. Remember how well we shine together,” with those words, Ryuichi opened the door and left with K, leaving behind a happier, wiser Tohma.
The blonde keyboardist remained rooted to the spot, the crowd's wild screams deaf to his ears. What was that?
“Hey Tohma, are you coming or do you plan on staying there until the crowd decides to climb on stage and tear you to pieces?” Noriko asked from the edge of the stage.
This snapped Tohma out of his daze as he smiled at her and turned to shut off his equipment before hurrying off stage.
Meanwhile, Ryuichi sat in his dressing room, frowning in thought. Why didn't Tohma get it? Was he not forward enough? Did he not make it obvious enough? But Tohma's a smart man, so surely he must have understood.
But what if he did, and didn't want it? This thought made Ryuichi freeze. What if he only went along with it for the audience and cameras and not for him?
A soft knock on the door drew the vocalist away from his thoughts.
“Come in.”
Tohma peeked his head through the door before entering the rest of the way. Hope began to spark through Ryuichi.
“Ryuichi, you forgot Kumagoro back there. He was sad and lonely,” Tohma said, smiling, as he handed over the pink bunny.
“Oh.” Ryu's shoulders slumped as he took his plushie and half-heartedly tossed it over to the table. “Thanks.”
Tohma frowned at Ryu's odd behavior. “Is everything alright?”
Ryuichi turned to face Tohma. “What was that? On stage, I mean.”
The blond blinked. “You know, I should be the one asking you that. I thought it was a publicity stunt, but-”
Tohma stopped abruptly as he notice Ryuichi drawing nearer, crossing the lines of normal comfort.
“But?” Ryu asked, as he backed Tohma against the wall.
“But…what was it to you?” Tohma asked softly, staring into the gleaming eyes before him.
Instead of answering, Ryuichi leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against the genius keyboardist's before him. He paused for a second; letting Tohma adjust, before deepening it into a real kiss. His tongue ran swiftly across Tohma's lips, pleading for entrance, which was quickly given.
After sensually coaxing Tohma's tongue with his own, Ryu drew back and looked deep into the blue eyes before him.
“What do you think it was to me?”
Ryu watched with some amusement as Tohma's mouth made several attempts to speak, before he hushed it with his fingers.
“Sshh. Let me tell you what it was,” Ryu said as he dragged his fingers down, tracing out Tohma's jaw, down to the vein in his neck, before dropping to the partially exposed toned chest, making a small detour over to a nipple, successfully drawing forth a small whimper.
“It was something beautiful,” Ryuichi whispered as his hand traveled back to the middle, continuing its path downward.
“Together, we were shining more than we ever have before,” Ryu's hands were now undoing the rest the shirt buttons, deftly teasing the trembling stomach behind it with feathery touches every now and then.
Ryuichi paused at the top of Tohma's black pants, running his thumb in small circles against the skin. “It was our final concert. Our last chance to sparkle together before I leave for America. We shouldn't leave it at just that.”
“But..M…Mika…”
The hand traveled down over the button. Ryuichi smirked as he lightly traced the straining hardness lined next to the zipper. “Forget her for now. This moment is for us.”
Unable to control himself, Tohma bucked his hips forward in agreement, pleading for more as Ryuichi came forward and pulled him into a brutal kiss. Their bodies were quickly brought together in alignment as Ryu slipped an arm around Tohma's lower back, helping to keep it at an arch, leaving his hips open for anything.
Not wasting any time, Ryuichi quickly slipped Tohma's suspenders off his shoulders, where they came to rest in the crook of his arms. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with the ease of an expert, Ryuichi quickly found what he was looking for.
Grasping it tightly, Ryuichi paused for a moment to enjoy the throbbing that was now contained in his fist. A guttural moan along with a sharp thrust begged Ryuichi to move as he began to slowly slide his fist up and down.
Tohma threw his head back as his body began to receive some of the glorious friction it had been aching for since the final song. Ryuichi wasted no time attaching himself to the lovely column of flesh as he began to nibble and tongue the vein, bringing forth a passion filled cry.
The moans a cries coming from Tohma were becoming too much for Ryuichi as he started to thrust and grind his own hips forward, increasing the speed of his hand. Tohma quickly responded by meeting him thrust for thrust.
In an attempt to keep their activities somewhat quiet, Ryuichi bit down on Tohma's neck, muffling his own moans as the volume in Tohma's began to increase.
“Ry…Ryu…I…ungh…I can't…I'm…I-ah!…I'm going to…”
Ryuichi responded by thrusting hard against Tohma and grinding his hips in a circular motion, his hand pistoning, as he sucked the over sensitive neck. He listened as Tohma's breathy cries reached an all time high, moaned as nails dug into his shoulders, and felt his own pleasure spike as the bond's body pulled itself even closer to his.
Suddenly, Ryuichi's senses were overloaded as he cried out, climaxing hard in the confines of his leather pants, mere milliseconds before Tohma's own orgasm over took him, Ryuichi's pleasured filled cry echoing against his ear as he thrust deeply into Ryu's fist, coming in thick spurts as he clung tightly to the shuddering body against his, in an attempt to ease his own trembling.
The sounds of heavy, harsh breathing filled the room as both men came slowly down from their high. Tohma's grip on Ryuichi loosened as he slumped against wall, his mind reeling.
The blissfulness broke with a sharp rapping coming from the door, followed by Noriko's muffled voice. “Ryuichi, K's here to take you to the airport! Are you even ready yet?”
The two band members chuckled as they drew away from each other, moving to the bathroom to clean up.
“He's almost ready! Kumagoro still needs to pack!” Tohma shouted back.
Several minutes later, Ryuichi had his things gathered together and was ready to leave for the U.S. Tohma stood by the door, waiting.
“Remember, Tohma. Remember how well we shine together,” with those words, Ryuichi opened the door and left with K, leaving behind a happier, wiser Tohma.
Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo!
Ryuichi sat on the table, surrounded by chocolate, cake, carrots, a Shuichi plushie, a Tohma plushie, a pack of pocky, a brand-new, red hot Ferrari, some more pocky, a pink pony with ribbons and a brush set, a bunny from the Build-A-Bear Workshop for Kumagoro to play with, a lifetime supply of carrots, a lifetime supply of random candy, tons more strawberry pocky, hot fudge sundaes, coloring books, a free dry cleaning coupon for Kumagoro, even more pocky, more chocolate pocky, finger paints, Limited Edition "Little Kumagoro-chan treats", a Bad Luck CD, cookies, more ice cream sundaes, a bird's nest, vinegar, skin off of random bugs and other random items, while looking at all the wide-eyed, opened-mouthed people surrounding him. His eyes suddenly grew large and watery.
“You don't like my story?”
Shuichi was the first to recover. “N-no! It was great! Really!”
“Mou, don't lie! You hate it don't you?” If possible, Ryuichi's eyes grew even larger as tears began to fall.
“We're not lying! You really are a great story teller,” Fugisaki said smiling.
Ryu continued to sniffle. “Really?”
K presented him with some Kumagoro printed tissue paper. “Really. Now stop your tears, or people will think you regret the incident.”
“I don't regret it! It was great! We-”
At that moment the door burst open, presenting an out-of-breath Tatsuha.
“T-Tohma…home…said…Mika…Ryu …story…tape…encore…after…” were the only distinguishable words as the Darker Eiri look-a-like huffed and wheezed.
“Sorry, Tatsuha! You just missed it,” Hiro said.
A waterfall of tears started to pour from Tatsuha's eyes as he fell to the floor. “But…ran…whole…way!”
“It's Ok. Here, you can have some of my pocky,” Ryuichi offered as he placed Kumagoro (who was currently sporting a little bowler hat much like Tohma's) on Tatsuha's head.
“Right, well…It's late and Yuki's probably wondering where I am…and so who am I to keep him waiting…and so I'll just sex you-see! See you. Right, see you!” with that Shuichi rushed out the door, leaving behind a room of slighter flustered men and a sniffling Tatsuha.
Owari.
“You don't like my story?”
Shuichi was the first to recover. “N-no! It was great! Really!”
“Mou, don't lie! You hate it don't you?” If possible, Ryuichi's eyes grew even larger as tears began to fall.
“We're not lying! You really are a great story teller,” Fugisaki said smiling.
Ryu continued to sniffle. “Really?”
K presented him with some Kumagoro printed tissue paper. “Really. Now stop your tears, or people will think you regret the incident.”
“I don't regret it! It was great! We-”
At that moment the door burst open, presenting an out-of-breath Tatsuha.
“T-Tohma…home…said…Mika…Ryu …story…tape…encore…after…” were the only distinguishable words as the Darker Eiri look-a-like huffed and wheezed.
“Sorry, Tatsuha! You just missed it,” Hiro said.
A waterfall of tears started to pour from Tatsuha's eyes as he fell to the floor. “But…ran…whole…way!”
“It's Ok. Here, you can have some of my pocky,” Ryuichi offered as he placed Kumagoro (who was currently sporting a little bowler hat much like Tohma's) on Tatsuha's head.
“Right, well…It's late and Yuki's probably wondering where I am…and so who am I to keep him waiting…and so I'll just sex you-see! See you. Right, see you!” with that Shuichi rushed out the door, leaving behind a room of slighter flustered men and a sniffling Tatsuha.
Owari.
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End Note: This was my first ever attempt at smut, written back in…05. So it probably sucks horribly…