Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ This I Promise You ❯ Home Sweet Home ( Chapter 19 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Chocho
Eiri kissed his husband on top of his head. Shuichi cuddled against him when a yawn suddenly came over him. “Don’t even think about it,” Eiri warned his husband. “You aren’t going to be able to sleep for a long time.”

Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Suspense / Romance / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.17.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 648 | Status: Work In Progress

This I Promise You
Prequel to: Because of You
Written by: Chocho
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation
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: Eiri kissed his husband on top of his head. Shuichi cuddled against him when a yawn suddenly came over him. “Don't even think about it,” Eiri warned his husband. “You aren't going to be able to sleep for a long time.”
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 19: Home Sweet Home

Dr. Ohtani was against sending Shuichi home, but did not have a choice. Uesugi-san wanted his husband released and brought home. What Uesugi Eiri wanted, Uesugi Eiri got, especially when he had friends in high places. One call from Seguchi Tohma and one not so carefully veiled threat and the release forms were being signed.
After dinner, Shuichi was given a full physical examination. Dr. Ohtani was surprised at how much progress the singer seemed to be making. A month ago, Shuichi had been completely paralyzed from the waist down and now, his right leg was improving at such an incredible rate that it if this kept up, it would be back to normal in no time. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought Shuichi would regain the ability to walk. Yes, there had been a chance, a very good one, but reality and possibility were two very different realms.
While possibility appeared at the front door, reality was knocking on the back. Unlike his right leg, his left one was not faring so well. He had gotten the feeling back, but unfortunately, it remained stubbornly impassive. It will not so much as twitch. Just for that alone, Dr. Ohtani wanted Shuichi to remain in the hospital for a bit longer, but that was not going to happen.
Dr. Ohtani stood at his office window watching as Eiri Uesugi wheeled his husband to the black Mercedes waiting right outside the front doors of the hospital. One of the bodyguards placed a suitcase in the trunk of the car as Eiri helped his husband into the backseat. The second bodyguard stood like a sentry behind and slightly to the right of Eiri, a blank expression on his face. His sharp eyes flashed around in such a way that left no room to question that he was on the job. The first suited goon took the state-of-the-art wheelchair, secured just an hour ago by none other than Seguchi Tohma and folded it down. There would be no cheap hospital contraption for the Shindou-Uesgui's. He placed it in the trunk next to the suitcase.
Eiri leaned into the car and gave his husband a quick chaste kiss before shutting the door and rounding the car to get in on the other side. The two hired goons got into the front seat and moments later the car sped off.
Dr. Ohtani wished them luck. They would need it.

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Despite the seat belt and his half paralyzed torso, Shuichi still managed to curl himself up against his husband. His head rested against Eiri's chest. His arms were wrapped around his waist and his good leg was using Eiri's legs as a foot rest. Eiri's arm was draped around his lithe lover's shoulders, holding him securely to his side.
Eiri lifted his hand and studied his wedding ring over Shuichi's back. The gold band shinned and the three carat elongated oval Australian Tiger Iron glittered brown, black, deep red and gold in the late afternoon sun. Draping his arm back around his husbands shoulder, he hugged him close. “Ya know, this little stunt of yours really screwed everything up,” Eiri mock scolded.
Shuichi lifted his head and stared at his husband in confusion. “What?”
Feeling inexplicably chilly all of a sudden, Eiri grabbed the back of his husband's head and returned him to his earlier position. “I mean, we were supposed to go on our honeymoon, remember?”
Shuichi blushed, biting back a smile. That was right. Eiri had gone to meet Mizuki-san to reschedule various appearances and whatnot in order to take his new husband on a special trip. Shuichi had been given the special duty of talking to Tohma when he went into work that morning. He cuddled closer to his husband, feeling his heart soaring.
“And then you had to go and pull a Sleeping Beauty,” he smirked over Shuichi's head.
Shuichi's smile slipped. “Hey,” he frowned. Sitting up, he pouted at his life partner, causing Eiri's side to get cold once again. “That's not fair! Eiri-“
“Baka,” Eiri whispered affectionately. He cupped the side of his husband's face and pressed their lips together. Pulling away, he smiled as he saw a light blush color Shuichi's cheeks. “You're cute when you blush,” he found himself saying.
Shuichi's blush deepened. He dropped his head, avoiding his lover's soft gaze and cuddled into him.
Eiri chuckled and hugged Shuichi. He rested his cheek on top of his head, smiling. It felt so good to be holding his singer again and to be going home. He looked forward to sleeping next to him once again. He especially could not wait to make love to him. He has felt like a ravenous wolf these last four months. It like a really bad case of cabin fever and it was driving him insane. All he wanted to do was possess his husband in every sense of the word. He wanted to stake his claim, mark his territory. He wanted to fuck the lithe singer, but that was not what he was going to do. He was going to make sweet love to the man he planned on spending the rest of his life with. Nice and slow and gentle. It was a good thing his husband was not paralyzed anymore. He was not sure if he would be able to not go on without being able to couple with the man for the rest of their lives. Oh, he would if he had to. There was no way he would do anything to screw up what they had, but still…A man had needs.
“We still get to go, right?” Shuichi mumbled against his shirt, tightening his hold. He yawned, his eyes fluttering shut.
Scooting down in the seat, Eiri leaned his head against the top of the seat. “We'll talk when we get home.”
Shuichi did not like that answer. He lifted his head and gazed deeply into his husband's eyes, pleading with him to give him something, some semblance of a normal life once again. “We will, right? Eiri?”
Eiri lifted his head and saw the puppy dog eyes and suddenly felt guilty. He swallowed it back. “We'll talk when we get home,” he told him firmly. He gently pushed Shuichi back down. “We have a lot to talk about.”
Shuichi did not like that either. He buried his face in his husband's shirt, frowning. He suddenly felt a heavy tightness in his chest.
Lifting his hand, he studied his wedding ring through a blur of tears in his eyes. The gold band shinned beautifully in the bright late afternoon sun. A brown star shinned in the eight black opals and the deep, rich rose pink Sri Lanka spinel in the center sparkled as the sunlight hit the ring. Shuichi felt his throat constrict around a sob.
Did Eiri regret marrying him now that there was a chance that he would never be able to walk properly again? Now that he would not be able to slink and prance around on stage like he used to, sidling up against his bandmates in a sly attempt to make Eiri jealous while at the same time getting the audience riddled up, would Eiri still come to his shows? With him having to learn to be independent again, to be able to go up and down the stairs in their apartment, to get in and out of bed, to dress himself, bathe himself, would Eiri stick by him knowing that he had to take care of a man that already depended on him for continuing balance in his life? Was Eiri already regretting his promise to stay by his side through it all? God, he hoped not. He needed Eiri. Without him, he was nothing. He would die a slow death without his husband at his side and he did not mean that just metaphorically.
“E-Eiri?”
The man made some sort of indecipherable noise.
“D-do you…do you regret-“
Eiri's head snapped up. He grabbed Shuichi in blind fury and glowered at him.
Shuichi cowered under his husband's gaze, wincing as Eiri's fingers dug into his arms. “Ow! Eiri, you're hurting me!”
 
In the front seats, the guards peeked in the side and rearview mirrors at the couple, but said and did nothing.
Eiri shook the lithe singer, suppressing the urge to hit him. He may have slapped him in order to wake him from his nightmares and smacked him upside the head when he was being stupid, but he would never ever hit him in anger. Though, in the beginning of their relationship, he had kicked him around a few times, but he had not done so since and had no intentions of ever doing so again. He would do nothing to risk losing what he had with Shuichi. “What the fuck is your problem?” he snapped irately. “Why would you ask something so stupid?”
Shuichi bowed his head as tears trickled down his face silently. “I just…It's just that…I'm not…I'm not the same as I was. I can't-“
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid ass!” Eiri pulled his husband into a tight hug. “I don't regret anything, you hear me? And if you start this bull crap, I'll beat you senseless, understand?”
Shuichi wrapped his arms around his husband and wept into his shirt.
“Do you think I would have put my life on hold these past three months and stayed by your side this whole time if I had any regrets? Do you think I would have defied the doctor's orders and brought you home?” He cupped Shuichi's face and pulled away, glancing into his watery violet eyes. “Do you think I would have regrets when all I want to do is sweep you in my arms and carry you to bed where I plan on keeping you up all night?” he whispered sweetly, causing Shuichi to blush, his eyes shinning with the beginning of lust. Eiri lifted Shuichi's left hand and placed a light kiss on Shuichi's wedding ring. “Do you think I would have placed this on your finger if I had any regrets? Do you think I would be here now if I had any?” Eiri cupped his face again. “We've been together for ten years, Shu. If I wanted to leave, I would just do it, but I'm here and this is where I plan on staying until the day we die.”
“Oh, Eiri!” His face full of tears, Shuichi threw himself at his husband, hugging him tightly. “I love you so much!”
Eiri hugged Shuichi back, a stray tear trickling down his face. “I know. I know,” he echoed softly.
 
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When they finally pulled up to their apartment building, both men were happy to see that once again they had thwarted the damn media. It was peaceably quiet. Or at least, as quiet as it got in Tokyo. They knew that they would have to set up a press conference within the next few days, but for right now, they were wallowing in the peace.
One of the bodyguards popped the trunk and Eiri got out fetching the wheelchair. He had no idea how his brother-in-law managed to get hold of it. It was an electric wheelchair. It was also one of only a handful in the whole world. Eiri was not sure how it worked, but somehow using the lever on the arm you could lift the chair up so that the wheels acted like a kind of lift so when you went out for a walk with someone you could be at the same height. Another feature the chair had was the ability to go up and down steps. That function scared the crap out of Eiri. He could just picture Shuichi spilling down the stairs face first. He had no intention whatsoever in allowing his husband to even try that. If he had to, he would carry the singer up and down the apartment stairs every five minutes if need be, but there was no way in hell Shuichi was going to walk up those steps in this damn contraption.
Eiri shook that image aside violently as he unfolded the chair. He locked the brakes and stepped aside to watch Shuichi scoot out of the backseat and into the chair without any help. Eiri smiled, feeling a surge of pride. He retrieved his husband's suitcase and stood by the trunk, watching as a variety of emotions swept across his face. He watched the effort it took for Shuichi to gather the confidence to overcome his fears.
Pushing away from the trunk, he walked up to the singer. “Ready?”
Not really, Shuichi thought uneasily peering up at the apartment building. Swallowing back his fear, Shuichi smiled at his husband. “Yes.” Or as much as I can be, he added silently. He covered Eiri's hand that rested on his shoulder. “Let's go home.”
Shuichi grabbed the lever and propelled himself forward like a pro. While Marcus followed them inside the building, Blade went to park the car. Other than Koji and Jacob, Shuichi used to have a chauffer. With him being as well known as he was, it was impossible for him to take public transportation anymore. Even in disguise he was easily recognizable. Apparently Tohma had fired his driver. Either that or the man was on an extended leave of absence. It was something Shuichi would have to remember to bring up the next time he saw the president.
The whole ride up the elevator was a nerve racking experience for Shuichi. With each passing floor, he felt the anxiety, the fear, the uncertainty and the ambiguity close around him. They clouded his mind, numbing him to the joy he felt at finally being able to go home. He gripped his hands together in his lap to keep them from shaking. He felt his heart beating a rapid tattoo in his chest, felt it pounding painfully and heard the blood rushing in his ears. He took deep, even breaths to try to quell the rising panic. The last thing he wanted or needed was to start hyperventilating. He had to be strong. He had to overcome this. He could not let it run his life. When the elevator pinged, Shuichi whispered in a confident voice, “I can do this.”
When the doors slid open, Marcus stepped out first to do a quick sweep. When the coast was clear, he stepped aside and allowed his clients to exit the elevator. Shuichi flew out of the elevator and down the hallway, determined not to let this horrible event hold him back, but he could not stop the memories that came flying back.
A shiver ran down Shuichi's spine. He did not like this. He had a very funny feeling.
 
“Hello, Shindou-san.”
 
Shuichi turned, expecting it to be Koji or Jacob, but instead he gasped, taking a step back as a figure stepped out of the shadowy doorway. “Ri…Rin…Rinjin. ”
 
The singer continued to back away slowly. His heart was racing, beating a rapid and uneven tempo against his breast, leaving his wheezing and panting. He was dry mouthed and his palms were slick with sweat. He was shaking violently and his stomach was churning. Saliva filled his mouth like a leaky faucet. He swallowed sharply, licking parched lips.
 
“I heard you got married,” Yasashii accused angrily as he strode towards the terrified singer.
 
Gasping, Shuichi stared at the man in shock and surprise. “H-how did you…?” The only person other than Eiri and himself who knew was Seguchi-san. How had Rinjin found out? Pale and feeling slightly lightheaded, Shuichi glanced around him in growing desperation.
 
Yasashii had always given Shuichi the creeps and made his skin crawl. It was like watching a giant black scorpion crawl unceremoniously on a wildlife expert. The man watched him like a hawk circling its prey. He had this creepy smile on his face whenever Shuichi looked at him, a cat ate the canary kind of look. It was smug and condescending.
 
At this moment, watching the older man strode towards him, Shuichi felt as if he was watching the warden walking towards his cell, knowing that he was not coming to tell him the Governor had granted him a stay.
 
Shuichi again licked his lips. He blinked rapidly to keep the insane man in focus as his vision swam before his eyes. His breath sounded unnaturally loud and his heart felt as if Kei's drums were lodged in his chest.
 
“There's no one here to interfere,” Rinjin whispered seductively. “It's just the two of us. Just like it should be.”
 
Tears filled Shuichi's eyes and he gave a sob.
 
Eiri, he thought.
 
Images of a pale, skeletal hand creeping towards him filled his mind. He felt the cold, icy grip sucking the warm from him.
 
Eiri, he thought again.
 
This was not happening! God, please don't let this be happening!
 
“I'll teach you what real love is, Shu-han. I'll show you how sweet it can be,” Yasashii whispered softly.
 
Shuichi shook his head. He moaned as the hall tilted and swayed. Losing his balance, violet eyes rolled into the back of his head. He mumbled, “Eiri,” then collapsed into a sea of nothingness. A solitary tear rolled down his cheek.

Shuichi shook the memory away and found he was sitting outside the apartment where his life had taken a drastic and unexpected turn. Trembling visibly, he stared at the newly restored door. “Eiri? I want to go in,” he told his husband in a shaky but firm voice as the blond writer stepped up besides him.
Eiri knew that it was something Shuichi had to do, but he was not sure if that would be possible. A month after the incident, the police finally released the apartment and the landlord immediately contacted Rinjin's family and demanded they come and clear out his things. He then sent Eiri a bill for the door and the railing he and Shuichi damaged. One call to Tohma and the landlord suddenly had a change of heart. Two weeks after the apartment had been handed back to the landlord; a new family had taken residence.
Eiri sighed. “I don't-“
“Please, Eiri.” Shuichi turned pleading eyes to his husband.
Eiri sighed. “It's late, Shu.”
Shuichi's face fell.
“Why don't we wait until tomorrow? I'll talk to the tenants in the morning.”
Shuichi's face brightened. He held out his arms towards his husband. Eiri had a strong urge to just walk away and leave the man hanging, but decided against that before the thought finished forming and obliged him instead. “Arigato,” Shuichi whispered, hugging his lover tightly. “Thank you.”
Eiri pulled away, horrified to find he was blushing. Clearing his throat, he turned his back on his husband and dug out his keys. He walked into the foyer and stepped aside, watching as Shuichi rolled to the door and peered inside. A smile flashed across his face, chasing away the last of the shadows that had been present since they pulled up. Taking a deep breath, he rolled inside, feeling suddenly as if a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was home.
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In the three months Shuichi was in the hospital, he lost considerable weight. Eiri would have to make sure he started eating, especially if they planned on having that family.
A family. Eiri's lips tilted into some resemblance of a smile. He glanced down at the man in his arms. Shuichi smiled back and rested his head on his husband's chest. He never believed growing up he would get married- and to a guy no less- and want a family. He never thought he would ever feel this happy, this complete.
Eiri kissed his husband on top of his head. Shuichi cuddled against him when a yawn suddenly came over him. “Don't even think about it,” Eiri warned his husband. “You aren't going to be able to sleep for a long time.”
Shuichi giggled. “Is that a promise?”
“You'd better believe it.”
Eiri kicked open the master bedroom door and marched inside. He unceremoniously dropped the smaller man onto the bed, watching as he bounced lightly. He felt himself growing hard as he thought about all the vigorous bouncing this bed was going to be seeing tonight.
Shuichi stared up at him, his eyes shinning and overflowing with desire. He giggled as he lay back on the bed. “Eiri,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.
The writer growled and ripped open his button down shirt. The buttons scattered, pinging each way as if a bomb had gone off among them. Eiri really did not care that this particular shirt had cost a couple thousand Yen. He had more important things to worry about. He tossed the torn shirt over his shoulder, not caring where it went. He whipped off his belt, throwing it after his shirt, than removed his pants along with his boxers in one foul swoop. He stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside. He stood besides the bed, watching his husband with unbridled hunger.
Shuichi licked his lips as he watched his naked husband standing before him. His eyes roamed down from his pale, round face and gorgeous golden eyes to a muscled, well toned chest and flat abs, a narrow waist, long legs and the thick meaty muscle standing erect between them. Shuichi's breath hitched at the glorious sight before him.
Sitting up, he yanked off his half shirt and tossed it to the floor. Lying back, he waited for his husband, knowing exactly what he would do. He was not disappointed when Eiri grabbed the waist band of his sweats and yanked them, along with his boxers, off, tossing them over his shoulder. A quick grab of his penis, saved Shuichi from getting caught in the clothing. He glared at his husband, not sure if he had done that on purpose or not.
Eiri gazed down at his husband's nude body. He really was noticeably skinnier. He would be even more so before this night was over. Feeling like a predator stalking his prey, Eiri crawled across the bed and up his husband's body, a deep growl emanating from his throat.
Shuichi's heart skipped a beat in expectation as he watched his lover slink his way up his body. It was like the older man suddenly had muscles in places he should not have. It was very erotic. Licking his lips, Shuichi gazed into his husband's ravenous golden eyes and reached up to trace the hard lines in his face. His ran his thumb along the fullness of his lips and down his chest, his fingers brushing over the sleeping buds and bringing them instantly to life.
They kissed softly, gently, almost tentatively. It was delicate, a light caress, in stark contrast to the fiery urge both had to completely consume one another. Without pausing, Eiri's hand stroked up Shuichi's right leg lightly, brushing up his calf, over his knee and down the inside of his thigh to tease the edge of him. Shuichi linked his fingers behind Eiri's head and pressed their mouths together hard and firm. He ran his tongue along Eiri's bottom lip, nipping it, seeking entrance. Eiri opened his mouth willingly and Shuichi slipped his tongue inside, exploring his mouth. Eiri's tongue teased Shuichi's back into his mouth. He nipped and pulled at the lush, red lips as his finger slipped inside. Shuichi cried into Eiri's mouth, arching his back off the bed, his fingernails digging into Eiri's shoulders. Eiri quickly found that sweet spot and thrust over and over it, slipping in a second and then a third finger before Shuichi pried his mouth away from his husband's and cried out, enveloping them both in a white spray.
Shuichi lay back, panting and sweaty, his limbs feeling like rubber.
Eiri removed his fingers, pleased with himself. Walking backwards on his knees, he gazed down at the wide set shoulders, the flat stomach with its small indentation and perk nipples, the narrow waist and bony hips and his groin that lay limp now. Eiri gazed at the sexy face and the violet eyes that were only now beginning to focus. He leaned down over the heavy weight between the thin thighs and licked along the shaft like he was eating an ice cream cone. Up and down, back and forth until Shuichi cried out. Eiri grabbed the base of him and squeezed. Shuichi caught his breath and shuddered, closing his eyes briefly. Eiri leaned back down and pulled him into his mouth. Eiri slid his husband's soft cock all the way into his mouth and down his throat. He took him all in, deep throating him. He slid him back out and then, after catching his breath, slid back down, swallowing him whole once again. He did this over and over, each time feeling Shuichi's cock harden even more. He felt Shuichi's body jerking underneath him.
“Oh, God, Eiri,” Shuichi cried out, his voice thick with lust.
Eiri raised his head and noticed that Shuichi had grabbed hold of the headboard, his knuckles white. He returned to his ministrations, thrusting his husband in his mouth and down his throat over and over. Shuichi writhed, panting heavily, his whole body pulsating with each breath. His muscles spasmed and convulsed, arching off the bed with one cry after another.
“Eiri, please! Oh, Kami-sama! Please!”
Eiri slid his husband's rock hard cock out of his mouth. “What is it, Shu-chan?” he asked the man, his voice just as thick with desire.
“Fuck me! Now! Please!”
“No.”
Half dazed, his mind clouded with lust, Shuichi had a hard time wrapping his mind around what his husband had said. “What?”
“I won't fuck you, but I will make love to you.”
Eiri crawled up Shuichi's body and leaned over him in a sort-of push up motion. He captured his husband's lips and kissed him deeply and passionately, transferring all his pent up desire and hunger into it. He possessed his mouth, coveted it and crawled inside.
At the same time, he grabbed Shuichi's ankles and spread his legs. Taking hold of his bony hips, he pulled Shuichi down towards him. Grabbing himself, he laid his own hard cock against Shuichi's entrance and holding Shuichi's hips tightly, pushed inside him one tight inch at a time. Shuichi cried out against Eiri's mouth, moaning at the sensation of his husband pushing his way inside him. Eiri pressed himself inside his husband until he hit the end.
Eiri pulled up and watched Shuichi underneath him. Shuichi opened his hunger filled eyes and stared up at his husband, resituating himself. He held Eiri's shoulders and squeezed them, telling him he was ready. Eiri took his husband at his word and pulled out slowly, until the tip of him was barely inside, then just as slowly thrust inside. He buried his face in the crook of Shuichi's neck and slowly and gently pressed inside of him and pulled back out. He had to fight the urge to speed up, to take his husband without mercy, to make him scream bloody murder.
He rocked against Shuichi, both hands on his hips, holding them together.
Underneath him, Shuichi moaned erotically, thrusting his hips up and down, meeting his husband. His eyes were closed, his mouth hung slack as he moaned and cried out in passion. His fingers clawed at Eiri's shoulders, arching his back off the bed.
Shuichi was so caught up in the hypnotic sensation of his husband pressing himself inside of him like he was afraid he would break, that the orgasm took him by surprise. His eyes rolled back and he arched off the bed, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of him. He cried out long and loud.
His husband clamped around him, making it harder for Eiri to thrust inside of him. He felt the pressure and pushed inside of his husband one last time before he exploded. He groaned, arching his back and shuddered, releasing his seed.
Panting, Eiri pulled out of his husband, hearing Shuichi hiss and groan, and collapsed onto the bed next to him. Shuichi curled up next to Eiri. Eiri hugged Shuichi to him and kissed the top of his head. “Are you okay?”
Shuichi nodded against Eiri's chest.
“Good.” Eiri draped his other arm around Shuichi's waist, holding him tightly.
“This is better than any trip to the Caribbean, or the Bahamas,” Shuichi whispered sleepily.
Eiri chuckled.
“Just being with you is heaven,” Shuichi whispered.
Within minutes, his breathing had settled and Eiri realized he was asleep. So much for keeping him up all night. “Welcome home, Shuichi,” Eiri whispered before he closed his eyes and fell in the first peaceful slumber in four months. Hey, the night was still long. He would give Shuichi a couple hours.
 
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