Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ This I Promise You ❯ Promises in the Dark ( Chapter 2 )

This I Promise You

Prequel to: Because of You

Written by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitations

Story summary: Everybody assured him Rinjin Yasashii was just another obsessed fan with a crush and that there was nothing to worry about. Little did they know how wrong they all were.

Chapter summary: Every night it is the same dream. The same skeletal hands snaking towards me out of the darkness…Something has to be done. That damn pervert is corrupting my beautifully perfect Shu-han.

Warnings: M-preg, explicit sex, language, violence, angst

Key: [Blah] or Blah blah blah: flashback/dream

BLAH or Blah: stressed words

*: change in POV or time

 

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Chapter 2: Promises in the Dark

 

 

Darkness. Silence. Utterly and complete. It surrounds me, encompasses me and engulfs me.

 

I can see nothing above me, below me or around me. A sea of nothingness entrenches me. It is like walking into a windowless room blindfolded. It is so dark that I cannot see my hand in front of my face.

 

Then there is the silence. It is just as thick, just as heavy and suffocating. There are no birds chirping, no locust buzzing, no creaking boards or settling foundations. I can hear none of the traffic that should be on the other side of the wall or hear the conversations of people floating up from the street. The only sound is the buzzing in my ears the silence causes.

 

The hair on the back of my neck and on my arms stands on end as I suddenly and inexplicably feel as if I am no longer alone.

 

My heart races, pounding painfully in my chest, making it difficult to catch my breath. The silence is drowned by my sudden wheezing that sounds louder than it really is in the unnatural silence. I place my hand on my rapidly rising and falling chest, trying to catch my breath.

 

I lick my lips, swallowing. My mouth has gone inexplicably dry.

 

From out of the darkness come two ghostly pale hands. My eyes widen in fright and I swallow a startled scream. I scramble backwards as the floating hands slowly travel toward me. I cannot allow those things to touch me! I do not want them anywhere near me! Someone! Keep them away from me! Eiri! Help me! “Stay away,” I cry. My voice shakes, betraying how terrified I am. I continue backing away from those hands, shaking my head and whispering into the darkness, “No!”

 

Suddenly I feel something solid and smooth rub up against my back. I gasp in disbelief as I feel behind me blindly. A wall! No! This is not happening! I inch my way along the barrier, pressing myself into it as if it would somehow swallow me and spit me out to safety somewhere where those bodiless hands would never find me!

 

“What do you want?! Who are you,” I cry, feeling fat tears roll down my face.

 

I sob loudly, my cries echoing in the black nothingness. My wails grow as I find myself suddenly trapped in a corner, literally, with those pale wraithlike hands creeping towards me ever so slowly, prolonging and stretching out my fear and panic. I know that those…things were not going to just come and shake my hand! They were out to get me! To rip me into tiny pieces and scatter me in the river! I have to get away! But I cannot! Why was this happening to me? Why? My whole body by now is trembling in fright. I shake my head, crying in earnest. I slide to the floor and huddle in a tiny ball, pressing myself against the walls trying futilely one last time to get away from those appendages.

 

A scream rips from my lungs as those long, slinky digits cup my face. “Eiri,” I scream at the top of my lungs. “Yamero! Help me! Eiri!”

 

Shuichi flew up in bed, screaming and entangled in the bed sheets, his face twisted and contorted in terror. His plaid pajama bottoms were twisted around his slender body and his shoulder length jet black layered hair was glued to his face with sweat. His fear followed him out of his dream and clouded his mind, hindering his ability to fully wake. The tangled sheets, in his mind, were those cold, clammy ghostly hands that would not relent their hold on him. He scrambled out of the bed with another scream, hitting the floor with a loud and hard thud but in his fear induced haze, none of that registered. He crab walked in a blurred rush until his back hit something solid and whimpered.

 

Eiri cursed and flew up out of bed, having been ripped from a sleep deeper than that of the dead by Shuichi's screams, a sound that chilled him to the bone and stopped his heart. Eiri blinked stupidly, his mind slowly wakening. The first thing he saw when he was finally focused on was his boyfriend huddled in a tight ball in the corner, his eyes wide and clouded in fear. He was fully awake now. Cursing, Eiri swallowed back his own rising terror and panic, he tossed aside the bedcovers and fell to his knees in front of Shuichi. Having gone through this before, Eiri knew what to do.

 

“Shuichi,” he called lightly as to not startle the younger man. He reached out to the visibly trembling man. “Shu, it's…”

 

Shuichi's whimpering turned into a cry of fright. His hand shot out quick, connecting with a loud, hard slap across Eiri's face. The elder man stared across the room in shock. Slowly, he touched his cheek, wincing as he touched the tender spot. He hit me, Eiri thought non-chalant with a blink. My sweet Shu actually hit me.

 

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Shu was scampering out of the bedroom! Cursing, Eiri chased his faster, more flexible boyfriend. He had to stop him before he escaped out into the hall! There was no telling what the neighbors would think if they saw a half naked man screaming in absolute terror racing down the hallway in the middle of the night! It was one thing for them to hear those noises from inside the apartment, they were all used to that by now but it was another to watch a man fleeing for his life out of the building.

 

Eiri tackled Shuichi to the floor, not bothering to be gentle or worry about splinters or rug burns. Shuichi kicked, clawed, punched and screamed as Eiri used all his strength to pin the singer beneath him. Eiri straddled Shuichi's waist, holding his flaying legs down and then grabbed the man's tiny wrists within his larger one, holding them securely above a squirming Shu's head. He brought back his other hand and slapped the singer harshly across the face, wincing as the sound echoed through the apartment. He would never hit Shuichi. He would never hurt him. He had done enough of that at the beginning of their relationship to last the rest of their lives, but it was unfortunately the only thing that snapped Shuichi out of it.

 

Immediately, Shu's screams stopped. Eiri's hold laxed as Shuichi's struggles ceased. It was like a switch had been thrown. The apartment became eerily silent except for the heavy sound of Eiri's breathing. I am so outta shape, he thought. He smiled softly as dull amethyst eyes blinked up at him, life returning to them. His twisted features relaxed and clouded over this time in confusion.

 

“Eiri,” Shu said softly. “Eiri, what's…I don't... What happened?”

 

Eiri sighed, his body slumping. He dropped his head to his partner's chest and closed his eyes saying a silent prayer. He suddenly felt exhausted. “I'm getting too old for this,” he muttered.

 

This has been going on for a month. Something had to be done!

 

Shuichi frowned at his boyfriend's silence. “Eiri,” he called, staring at the man's blond hair.

 

“God, Shu,” Eiri choked out. His throat as suddenly clogged with a sob as the adrenaline and the excitement disappeared. “You scared the shit out of me! My heart just about stopped when I heard you scream like that! I never want to feel this way again!”

 

Shuichi blinked in confusion. Scream? What was he…he closed his eyes with a groan, feeling tears sting his lids. Another nightmare? Damn! What did he keep having these? It was ridiculous! Not only did they cause both Eiri and him to lose sleep but he caused the man he loved unnecessary anxiety, worry and fear. Guilt rose up and swallowed the last remnants of the fear left behind by the dream that was even now slipping away. “Gomen,” he whispered, feeling the tears slid down his face. “I'm sorry.” Opening his eyes, he gasped as a pair of gorgeous, heart stopping golden hazel eyes stared into his, eyes that were full of worry, anger and relief at the same time.

 

Eiri could not believe what he heard coming from his life companion's mouth! Why the hell did the damned idiot always have to apologize for every little thing? Sitting up, Eiri slid off of his lover and enveloped him tightly in his arms, lifting the smaller man into his lap.

 

Shuichi buried his face against Eiri's neck and clung to him like he was the last solid object in an endless sea. He cried silently into his bare shoulder. He so desperately needed his partner's warmth and love. He could only get this comforting presence from his soulmate. Not even his best friend Hiro could chase away the deeply rooted chills and fright after the nightmares sent him flying from some unknown, unseen, mysterious enemy.

 

He could never remember the nightmare. It faded as soon as he woke up, or as Eiri said, “snapped back to reality”. The more he tried to remember it, the farther away it slipped. The only things that remained were a coldness that seemed to have built a foundation and planted roots in his soul and a mind numbing fear.

 

“I'm sorry,” Shuichi cried, hugging the man tighter. Pulling back reluctantly, he searched his older lover's face. “Did I…did I…?”

 

Eiri snorted and wiggled his jaw back and forth. “Nearly broke my jaw this time, damned brat,” he teased in mock seriousness.

 

Shuichi's face crumbled. He sniffed with a nod, his eyes filling with tears. “I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!”

 

Eiri closed his eyes and hugged Shu tighter with a heavy sigh. One hand was splayed in the middle of his back and the other clutched at his silken hair. “Stop apologizing, Shu-chan,” he whispered softly. “And please stop crying! I hate seeing you so upset!”

 

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry,” he cried louder.

 

“Shu! I was only joking! Please, stop crying!”

 

Shuichi's cries only grew.

 

Sighing, Eiri rested his chin against the top of Shu's head. “What if I said there was a way for you to make it up to me?”

 

That got Shuichi's attention. Sitting up, he wiped at his tear streaked face and searched his lover's eagerly. “Really?”

 

A sly grin slipped across Eiri's face. His eyes glinted mischievously. Shuichi felt himself blushing under the older mans heated gaze. Eiri's hands slid tantalizingly slow down Shu's back to cup his firm, round ass. He felt Shu shiver and this time it had nothing to do with the nightmare. Eiri squeezed his boyfriend's ass cheeks. He felt Shuichi's cock begin to harden against his own swelling one. Shuichi moaned loudly and arched his back, tossing his head back. He felt his groin stroked by his lover's through their pajamas and cried out in reaction.

 

“Eiri,” Shuichi groaned breathlessly. He tightened his legs around Eiri's waist, rubbing and grinding himself against him. He moaned again, dropping his head and stared into Eiri's hunger filled eyes. His breathing sped and his heart raced.

 

Growling, Eiri tackled Shuichi's mouth just as he had wrestled him to the ground earlier, hard and without mercy. Shuichi and Eiri swallowed each other. They bit and nipped, their tongues wrestling and fighting for dominance.

 

Eiri left a trail of saliva as he kissed down Shu's neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh. He was determined to leave his mark on his territory. He wanted the whole world to know that this petit man was his and his alone.

 

Shuichi made small helpless noises as Eiri dominated him. “Eiri! Oh, god, Eiri!”

 

“What do you want, Shu,” Eiri breathed huskily. He felt so hard it was just this side of pain. “Tell me what you want.”

 

Breathlessly, Shu's chest heaved heavily. “You. Eiri.”

 

“Exactly what you want,” Eiri growled, pressing their bodies together.

 

Shuichi tossed his head back and arched his back. “Eiri! Don't tease me!”

 

“Then tell me what you want me to do.”

 

“Ah! Fuck me! Eiri! Now!”

 

Eiri smiled slyly. “Your wish is my command,” he whispered hoarsely.

 

He stood; keeping Shu pressed against him as if they were Siamese twins and entered their bedroom. He collapsed them both onto the bed, bouncing. Leaning over his heavily panting lover, Eiri kept the lower half of their bodies pressed together while he lifted his upper half in a push-up motion and stared down into his lover's flushed and already sweating face. He ground his hips into Shu's, enjoying watching as the singer tossed his head back and cried out, his face lost in ecstasy. Eiri groaned as their cocks were squeezed together. He smiled victoriously as he ground his partner into the bed teasingly, Shuichi's cries becoming louder.

 

He felt like a ravenous wolf. Growling deep in his throat, he attacked his lover. Shuichi's cries, moans, and mewling echoed throughout the apartment. Eiri knew that the neighbors were getting quite an earful right about now but he could care less. Just the thought of everyone knowing exactly what he was doing to his boyfriend spurned him to become even wilder and aggressive. Shu ate it all up, screaming loudly for all to hear.

 

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He could hear them all too clearly.

 

“Faster! Harder,” he heard the singer shout. “Hai! Yes! Yes!”

 

The man clasped his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes, curling into a tight ball in order to drown out the noise and images being forced into his mind.

 

“Oh, God, Eiri! Ah! Oh! Ah!” he heard the singer chant right behind his head. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Eiri!”

 

He could picture all too clearly his young koi being mauled by that pervert writer's rough hands, groped by a filthy mouth and raped by a cock way too large for his Shu-han to enjoy. Who knows where that…thing has been? The images of that beast pounding his sweet Shuichi into the mattress angered him, blinding him with a fury so strong it was nothing he had ever felt before.

 

He curled tighter, burying himself deeply within the covers, grinding his teeth as the insistent creaking and hammering grew in intensity. Then he heard it. The worst part of hearing that pervert bastard making love to his Shu-han, their voices crying out in disgusting harmony before blissful silence fell over the building.

 

Uncurling himself, he glared out into the night, his face twisted in anger. “Damn you, Yuki Eiri,” the man hissed. “I will make you pay for twisting and abusing my sweet Shu-han. He will be mine! This I promise you!”

 

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