Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ The Long Weekend ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )
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By: HRT 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.06.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.06.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
Chapter 11
The first thing Tatsuha saw when he woke was Tohma. Seguchi was leaning against the wall
opposite the bed, in sunglasses and coat. Mika stood next to him with a taut, unreadable
expression on her face. Shuichi was there too, oddly enough, grinning. Tatsuha felt his right arm
being lifted by the wrist, and saw Eiri. The writer was studying the bandages. Like Seguchi, they
were all dressed in winter coats.
A pool of warmth on his left side made him turn, yearning to soak it up—.
And there was Ryuichi, looking down at him with a gentle expression. The singer had drawn the
blanket up around them both.
Tatsuha's eyes flew towards Seguchi. He decided he wasn't in the mood to be mature, so he
gave his brother-in-law the finger in a sleepy way.
"I suppose I deserve that," Seguchi commented.
"All of you, GET OUT," Tatsuha yelled.
"They can stay," Ryuichi objected softly. Tatsuha looked at him. Aw, their first lover's spat.
How cute.
The door to the bedroom opened, and there was K in the doorway, cleaning a gun. "Hey, I had
the politeness to stay in the living room," said the American with a grin.
"Okay, everyone just hang around then," the teenager complained, "and ogle us while we're
dressing."
"Sure!" Shuichi replied impishly.
"Baka!"
Shuichi only giggled.
"What the hell happened to your hand?" Eiri asked.
"Had a stupid little accident."
"It looks like you damn did." Eiri jerked his chin towards Ryuichi. "Now, what about THAT
stupid little accident?"
"Tatsuha." Mika's voice held a dangerous note. "I'd like to speak to you after you're dressed,
which had better be soon. I'm ready to kill you. I woke up to find you and all your stuff gone.
We really panicked, dammit. Then Tohma thought to call Ryuichi. You should have told us
you'd be here, you dumb brat."
"Looks like he's feeling guilty," said Shuichi, snickering.
Tohma glanced at Ryuichi. "Mind if I brew some coffee?"
"Go ahead. I'd like to speak to you alone, as well," the singer replied.
Seguchi nodded. As he left with his wife, he said in a low voice to Eiri, "Next time, he stays with
YOU."
Eiri raised an eyebrow.
((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))
After the visitors emptied the room, Tatsuha asked worriedly, "What are we going to say to
them?"
"I'll take care of Tohma. He's easier to persuade than you think."
"But what about K?"
"He's not our enemy, Tatsuha. He was the one who gave me your phone number."
"He WHAT?"
"I asked him for it yesterday morning. He also said that if we were determined to become lovers,
he'd have to talk to you about—," the singer hesitated, "---monogamy."
Tatsuha's eyes narrowed. "Yeah. He had the FUCKING talk with me."
"What exactly did he say?"
"You don't know?"
"No."
"Good. Keep it that way."
In a murderous mood, Tatsuha rose from the bed, only to be jerked back down by the grip on his
wrist. His anger softened under the singer's kiss.
"Once more," said Ryuichi. A roll, and Tatsuha was pinned beneath him.
"Um, like, we need to get dressed?"
Tatsuha's knee, forced upwards by Ryuichi, banged the teenager right in the nose.
"Ow!"
"Sorry. You're very limber, you know."
"It's the yoga I do. But Ryu, people are waiting for us—."
"People are supposed to wait for me." Fingers, smeared fast and slick, shoved inside with little
politeness. Tatsuha made a shocked, strangling noise. Other fingers feather-tipped up the long
shaft, then closed hard. The skin of Ryuichi's fingers was broken and rough, from chording guitar
strings.
"And---and they're madder than hell." The teenager gave a little moan of pain. This hurt, but it
felt good.
The singer was rubbing, watching idly, his mouth in a smug little quirk. Tatsuha's eyes shut. The
teenager's hand, resting by his cheek, gave an involuntary spasm as the sensation built. Tatsuha
swallowed hard. "Let me," he breathed, gesturing towards the singer's waist.
"No. I want something else. Are you ready?"
"Urk."
"I'm going to have to learn how to read your ‘yes' someday. If that was a ‘no', too bad."
Tatsuha had one brief second of relief, then he was full again. His whole body began to jerk from
Ryuichi's thrusts, from the violent hand fisting him. It was as though he were weightless, inching
along the sheets against his will. His last coherent thought was that the bedsprings were
embarrassingly loud.
((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))
"What's taking them so goddamned long?" Mika complained, glancing at her watch. "I'm going
to kick their asses." She reached for the handle of the bedroom door.
Eiri, who was standing next to it, grabbed her wrist. "I wouldn't do that."
After a short tug-of-war, she managed to free herself. "Why the hell not?" she demanded.
Shuichi and K exchanged puzzled looks. "Yeah, why not?" Shuichi asked.
"Blown your hearing at too many clubs, I see," was the writer's cryptic reply.
((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Thud.
"Shit!"
"Sorry. I'm used to rolling off my tatami mat at home. I can't get the hang of these Western-
style beds. At least I was on the bottom."
"No, it was my fault. I was the one pushing." They had landed with the blanket, tangled up
together. Reluctantly, the singer pulled out of the sleek, heated constriction, then noticed the
redness. "Dammit. I have to learn to be more careful with you."
"Hey, what's a little blood between friends? And I think it was the fall, not you."
"Not the way I was going at it." Ryuichi lay back down, brushing his lips against the sweaty
hollow of the teenager's throat.
A long pause. Both were breathing hard, resting.
"Ryu, I have to leave for Kyoto this morning," Tatsuha said forlornly.
"When can I see you again?" the singer asked. His curved finger stroked along his lover's jaw.
"God, I don't even know." A conveyor belt of obligations ran through Tatsuha's head. "It's
tough to get away between school and the temple."
"Then I'll come see you in Kyoto."
\\What?\\ Tatsuha had never imagined this. The great Ryuichi Sakuma commuting to Kyoto for
him? "Oh, Ryu, this is more than. . . ." He hugged his idol hard.
"I have more free time than you, and more money for traveling. Kyoto has studios, too.
But Tatsuha, you have to tell me how you hurt your hand."
The teenager's voice dropped to a whisper. "Seguchi said you didn't want to see me again. I was
so upset I punched out a window."
"I'm glad you didn't hit Tohma. I like Tohma." Ryuichi smiled. "And don't worry about what
he said." He kissed Tatsuha's cheek. "I'll always see you again."
To Be Continued.
The first thing Tatsuha saw when he woke was Tohma. Seguchi was leaning against the wall
opposite the bed, in sunglasses and coat. Mika stood next to him with a taut, unreadable
expression on her face. Shuichi was there too, oddly enough, grinning. Tatsuha felt his right arm
being lifted by the wrist, and saw Eiri. The writer was studying the bandages. Like Seguchi, they
were all dressed in winter coats.
A pool of warmth on his left side made him turn, yearning to soak it up—.
And there was Ryuichi, looking down at him with a gentle expression. The singer had drawn the
blanket up around them both.
Tatsuha's eyes flew towards Seguchi. He decided he wasn't in the mood to be mature, so he
gave his brother-in-law the finger in a sleepy way.
"I suppose I deserve that," Seguchi commented.
"All of you, GET OUT," Tatsuha yelled.
"They can stay," Ryuichi objected softly. Tatsuha looked at him. Aw, their first lover's spat.
How cute.
The door to the bedroom opened, and there was K in the doorway, cleaning a gun. "Hey, I had
the politeness to stay in the living room," said the American with a grin.
"Okay, everyone just hang around then," the teenager complained, "and ogle us while we're
dressing."
"Sure!" Shuichi replied impishly.
"Baka!"
Shuichi only giggled.
"What the hell happened to your hand?" Eiri asked.
"Had a stupid little accident."
"It looks like you damn did." Eiri jerked his chin towards Ryuichi. "Now, what about THAT
stupid little accident?"
"Tatsuha." Mika's voice held a dangerous note. "I'd like to speak to you after you're dressed,
which had better be soon. I'm ready to kill you. I woke up to find you and all your stuff gone.
We really panicked, dammit. Then Tohma thought to call Ryuichi. You should have told us
you'd be here, you dumb brat."
"Looks like he's feeling guilty," said Shuichi, snickering.
Tohma glanced at Ryuichi. "Mind if I brew some coffee?"
"Go ahead. I'd like to speak to you alone, as well," the singer replied.
Seguchi nodded. As he left with his wife, he said in a low voice to Eiri, "Next time, he stays with
YOU."
Eiri raised an eyebrow.
((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))
After the visitors emptied the room, Tatsuha asked worriedly, "What are we going to say to
them?"
"I'll take care of Tohma. He's easier to persuade than you think."
"But what about K?"
"He's not our enemy, Tatsuha. He was the one who gave me your phone number."
"He WHAT?"
"I asked him for it yesterday morning. He also said that if we were determined to become lovers,
he'd have to talk to you about—," the singer hesitated, "---monogamy."
Tatsuha's eyes narrowed. "Yeah. He had the FUCKING talk with me."
"What exactly did he say?"
"You don't know?"
"No."
"Good. Keep it that way."
In a murderous mood, Tatsuha rose from the bed, only to be jerked back down by the grip on his
wrist. His anger softened under the singer's kiss.
"Once more," said Ryuichi. A roll, and Tatsuha was pinned beneath him.
"Um, like, we need to get dressed?"
Tatsuha's knee, forced upwards by Ryuichi, banged the teenager right in the nose.
"Ow!"
"Sorry. You're very limber, you know."
"It's the yoga I do. But Ryu, people are waiting for us—."
"People are supposed to wait for me." Fingers, smeared fast and slick, shoved inside with little
politeness. Tatsuha made a shocked, strangling noise. Other fingers feather-tipped up the long
shaft, then closed hard. The skin of Ryuichi's fingers was broken and rough, from chording guitar
strings.
"And---and they're madder than hell." The teenager gave a little moan of pain. This hurt, but it
felt good.
The singer was rubbing, watching idly, his mouth in a smug little quirk. Tatsuha's eyes shut. The
teenager's hand, resting by his cheek, gave an involuntary spasm as the sensation built. Tatsuha
swallowed hard. "Let me," he breathed, gesturing towards the singer's waist.
"No. I want something else. Are you ready?"
"Urk."
"I'm going to have to learn how to read your ‘yes' someday. If that was a ‘no', too bad."
Tatsuha had one brief second of relief, then he was full again. His whole body began to jerk from
Ryuichi's thrusts, from the violent hand fisting him. It was as though he were weightless, inching
along the sheets against his will. His last coherent thought was that the bedsprings were
embarrassingly loud.
((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))
"What's taking them so goddamned long?" Mika complained, glancing at her watch. "I'm going
to kick their asses." She reached for the handle of the bedroom door.
Eiri, who was standing next to it, grabbed her wrist. "I wouldn't do that."
After a short tug-of-war, she managed to free herself. "Why the hell not?" she demanded.
Shuichi and K exchanged puzzled looks. "Yeah, why not?" Shuichi asked.
"Blown your hearing at too many clubs, I see," was the writer's cryptic reply.
((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Thud.
"Shit!"
"Sorry. I'm used to rolling off my tatami mat at home. I can't get the hang of these Western-
style beds. At least I was on the bottom."
"No, it was my fault. I was the one pushing." They had landed with the blanket, tangled up
together. Reluctantly, the singer pulled out of the sleek, heated constriction, then noticed the
redness. "Dammit. I have to learn to be more careful with you."
"Hey, what's a little blood between friends? And I think it was the fall, not you."
"Not the way I was going at it." Ryuichi lay back down, brushing his lips against the sweaty
hollow of the teenager's throat.
A long pause. Both were breathing hard, resting.
"Ryu, I have to leave for Kyoto this morning," Tatsuha said forlornly.
"When can I see you again?" the singer asked. His curved finger stroked along his lover's jaw.
"God, I don't even know." A conveyor belt of obligations ran through Tatsuha's head. "It's
tough to get away between school and the temple."
"Then I'll come see you in Kyoto."
\\What?\\ Tatsuha had never imagined this. The great Ryuichi Sakuma commuting to Kyoto for
him? "Oh, Ryu, this is more than. . . ." He hugged his idol hard.
"I have more free time than you, and more money for traveling. Kyoto has studios, too.
But Tatsuha, you have to tell me how you hurt your hand."
The teenager's voice dropped to a whisper. "Seguchi said you didn't want to see me again. I was
so upset I punched out a window."
"I'm glad you didn't hit Tohma. I like Tohma." Ryuichi smiled. "And don't worry about what
he said." He kissed Tatsuha's cheek. "I'll always see you again."
To Be Continued.