Hey there! Well this is my first actual Gravi fic, despite reading countless ones. It basically follows along the plotline of one of the Gravitation Megamixes. Panda to be specific. A general summary of it is that Shuichi is on tour and Yuki is missing him and starts masturbating. He begins to imagine himself as a child, having sex with Kitazawa Yuki while in reality he had called up Tohma and Tatsuha and they come over and start fucking his brains out. Tohma, being the evil genius he is, films the whole thing and sends it to Shuichi. It ends with Shuichi watching the video and a glimpse of his open mouth. This is where my fic starts.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise. Sad.
Present day.
Ring. Ring.
"Moshi Moshi?"
"It's me."
"Oh really. Me? That's informative."
"– Laugh – No, it isn't. You're right…Imouto-chan"
"– Gasp – …No way! Aniki?!"
"In the flesh…or vocal form anyway."
"..."
"I'm coming back."
"What's the occasion?"
"Can't I miss my little sister?"
"Not when you've been gone for this long, brother."
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Chapter One
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Two years earlier.
Four Seasons.
London, England.
"Oi Shu, you sure you don't want to come?" Hiro shoved his friend playfully. "There's going to be dancing…and hookers…"
Shuichi made a face. "And cheat on Yuki?? Are you kidding me?! I'd never do that! Besides, I hate hookers…they're too…they have…"
"Tits?" Hiro teased.
Shuichi flushed a deep red. "Shut up Hiro!" he whined. "Can you imagine what Yuki would do to me if he ever found out?"
Fujisaki rolled his eyes. "If you're so concerned over what Yuki-san thinks than maybe you shouldn't come after all."
Shuichi glared at him. "You implying I'm a killjoy? It's not as if you're even old enough to get into the clubs by yourself."
"Eh, Yuki-san is probably enjoying a couple of hookers himself." Hiro hooked an arm around Shuichi's shoulders.
The pink-haired singer shoved it off with a squeal. "Don't say that!"
"Relax Shu-chan; I'm just messing with you." The guitarist ruffled his friend's hair. "Last chance…in or out?"
"Let's just go." Fujisaki grumbled. "He's not coming."
"Nope!" Shuichi shook his head proudly. "I am a faithful and loyal lover. For me it's Yuki and only Yuki."
Hiro snorted. "Pfft, suit yourself fan-girl. Hey Fujisaki, let's move it. We don't want to miss the strip show. Hear there are feathers and sequins involved."
Laughing, the two musicians exited the hotel room. Shuichi kicked the door shut behind them.
"Yeah, yeah, strip joints and brothels galore in this place." He muttered to himself. "Better hope Ayaka never finds out...or Tohma for that matter."
He cackled madly in the silent hotel room, envisioning scenarios of both his band mates getting their butts kicked while Yuki madly and passionately proclaimed his love for his loyal and true lover…and then proposed. Shuichi squealed madly.
((Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…))
"Dum, Dum, Dum-dum" he hummed. "Oh Yuki, I do! I do!" He swooned madly, stumbling around the room.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Huh?" Shuichi looked at the door quizzically. "Who could be visiting at this hour?"
He shrugged and wandered over and opened the door to reveal a contrite looking hotel employee in a smart navy blue uniform.
"I'm dreadfully sorry sir, for the late intrusion, but this was just sent in for you. Urgently." He spoke in a crisp British accent.
Shuichi stared at him. "Eh?"
The man winced. "Oh dear, you don't speak a word of English do you?"
"I don't speak English." Shuichi explained in Japanese.
The hotel employee frowned and started speaking slowly, accentuating each word clearly. "Erm, This. Came. For. You." He held up a parcel. "From. Tohma. Seguchi."
Shuichi brightened in recognition. "Oh? From Tohma?"
The man nodded eagerly at Shuichi's recognition of the name and offered the parcel to him. Shuichi took it curiously and returned the man's bow.
"Have a good night sir." The man said.
"I still have no idea what you are talking about." Shuichi chirped in reply before closing the door in the man's face.
"Weird." He said to himself. "What would Tohma send me?"
He gave the parcel a quick shake in an attempt to gain a hint. Something rattled slightly inside. Shuichi grinned before tearing into the box.
Shredded pieces of cardboard flew around the room and Shuichi held an unlabeled videotape in his hand.
"Eh?" He tilted his head. "A video?"
Why would Tohma send him a video? Maybe it was an unreleased Nittle Grasper video!
Or maybe a copy of their newest music video! He hadn't seen it yet as they started the tour straight after wrapping up the filming on it. But he knew it would have debuted while they were away. He made Yuki promise to tape it for him.
Maybe this was it! Yuki must have given the tape to Tohma to send to him!
Suddenly excited he bounced over to the television. He didn't use it much; it only showed English channels and he couldn't understand what was going on.
He sang the first line of 'Rage Beat' softly as he pushed the tape into the VCR. "obieta mezuki de iradatsu omoi uwaki na kaze ni" and stood back to watch.
The familiar image of his lover flickered on screen and Shuichi smiled giddily. This was nice of Tohma, sending him a home movie of Yuki when he probably knew how homesick he was.
((Let it never be said that Tohma Seguchi didn't look out for his employees.))
This was his train of thought until about five seconds into the movie where he fell to his knees in shock.
((Bang.))
The shot had moved downwards until the image of some unknown man...thrusting into his Yuki filled the scene.
Shuichi was frozen.
((iCY))
He couldn't move.
((sTILL))
Couldn't think.
((mINDLESS))
Couldn't breathe.
((cORPSE))
This…this was a fake. It had to be.
Yuki wouldn't–
He wouldn't–
The view got worse when it travelled back up to Yuki's face and revealed the assailant behind him. The almost identical features – if only in a black negative.
His…brother.
The husky gasping voice of Yuki was heard.
"I'd forgotten anal was…so good."
Shuichi sucked it a breath. It stabbed his lungs like a knife.
This was proof that the video was a fake. Yuki would never ever ever let anyone shove their cock in him.
((Anyone equals Shuichi))
no, No, NO! Shuichi thought feverously. Yuki loves me! I know it; he just has trouble saying it!
He didn't seem to have any vocal problems on screen. His lust-filled aching moans hit Shuichi one at a time like white-hot needles digging into every inch of his skin.
((sTAB,bURN,pAIN))
It only got worse. He watched. He watched as a cum-soaked Yuki moaned and writhed,
((Like a sLUT))
being fucked by both his brother and brother-in-law.
((pHILIA vS. eROS))
The thudding beat of his heart became heavy, bruising his chest with every pump.
((Bump,Bump,Crash))
He watched as
((hIS))
Yuki came over and over again from the ministrations of someone else.
"Let me see that pretty face you make when you come."
((Pretty? He's gORGEOUS))
He screamed. He screamed when he came and Shuichi screamed with him. He put his hands over his ears
((shut up, Shut up, SHUT UP))
and emptied his lungs
((His body))
of every piece of hurt
((Betrayal)).
It was stuck.
Wouldn't move.
Clung to him like a babe to its mother.
Filling him
((eYES,mOUTH,nOSE))
with its bitter tang.
He had to leave.
((Get out))
Go back to Japan and talk to Yuki. Yuki would tell him it was a fake. It would all be good.
((bROKEN fAIRYTALE))
Life would be great.
Yuki loved him and all was fine.
Yuki moaned.
Yuki loved him.
Yuki's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Yuki loved him.
Yuki's breath came in short pants.
Yuki loved him.
((love,Love,LOVE))
Forget Japan; he couldn't wait the eleven hours
((and twenty-five minutes))
it took to fly. His hand was already reaching for the phone.
It was only eight-thirty in Japan. Shuichi always made a point of knowing the time-differences between himself and Yuki. It made him feel closer to the writer.
((As close as family))
He dropped the phone.
He picked up the phone.
He dialled.
He hung up.
He redialled.
– Pause –
It rang.
And rang.
He hung up.
((Deep breath now))
Press the familiar numbers
((again))
and listen.
"Moshi Moshi?"
((Breathe.))
"What?"
((Breathe deep.))
"Who the hell is this?"
((Gasping breath.))
"I'm hanging up now."
((No!))
"Yuki!"
"What the hell do you want Brat?"
"Please…please Yuki."
"…?"
"Please…tell me it's a fake."
"What the fuck are you blathering on about now Brat?"
((Sob.))
"It's not real. Please. Tell me. I need to know it's not real. I– I– You love me, right Yuki?"
"Not when you're being a moron. What's the matter with you?"
((Ignore.))
"It must be fake. Can't be real. That would mean you be– betra– No! It's fake. Not real. Made up. Actors can moan just as well as you Yuki. –Choked sob– Can't they? I mean they're actors and they act and that's what they do. They do it well. Well enough that it must be a fake. Not real. No. No! No!"
((Smash. Goodbye screen.))
"Calm the fuck down Shuichi. What was that sound? Where the fuck's Nakano when you need him??"
"IT'S A FAKE. TELL ME IT'S FAKE. PLEASE. PLEASE."
((Lie to me))
Hands shaking.
Cold sweat.
Room spinning.
Short breaths.
"I can't breathe. I can't breathe Yuki!"
"Shuichi, you need to calm down. Listen to my voice. Now take a deep breath. Ready?"
Sucking in a breath.
Bad idea.
((Blow chunks))
Retching.
Choking.
Heaving.
The phone lay drowning in a sea of vomit.
He could barely hear Yuki's voice still coming from it.
Sinking in on himself.
"I hate you. I HATE YOU!" He screamed at the phone.
((Liar.))
"How the fuck could you do this to me Yuki? I was fucking faithful. HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"
((Smash. Goodbye phone))
He needed to go.
((Get out.))
To leave.
((Vanish.))
To disappear to a place where it couldn't hurt him.
((Hide.))
Where he could get away from the lusty moans of his lover
((not directed at him))
playing over and over again in his head.
He took the tape. To hide it away where no one would see it
((Ashamed.))
where no one else would know.
He stumbled through the door, down the hallways of curious faces.
Awakened by the devils screaming.
Alerted by the broken soldier.
Curious cats.
He left.
He left the hotel.
He left his band.
He left his love.
((Let it never be said that Tohma Seguchi didn't look out for his employees))
I love first chapters. They always come out nice. Hope the "artistic edge" isn't too hard to read. I just kind of went with it. That's the first dose of angst. Most of the story will be moderately happy and there will be extensive drug and alcohol abuse. …mostly likely the reason for the happiness. Anyways. Review and all that though it is probably unlikely I will be able to update in the next couple of weeks as I have mock exams coming up. Sucks to be me. Anyways peace out yo!
"He's a looker, but I really think it's guts that matter most…"
Love Queen Cocaine
xoxo