Rated M for:

Violence, Language, Ideologically sensitive material, and Love

Author's Note:

Fuck it. There were a handful of other fanfictions that I wanted to try, however, I feel as though it's pointless to write anything to completion before I have finished the Abusive Heart Trilogy. That said, this will be my last fanfiction for a long time, my be the last one I ever write. Pressures from the outside world has brought about the need to focus on my original writing. That said, as a thank you to those who have loyally read my writing on this site, I can promise you a story that encompass' all my writing ability. I now present to you the final installation in t trilogy I never even intended to be a full story. In the genre of fanfiction, this will be my masterpiece. My only hope is to go beyond the expectations of quality that you, my fair reader, have come to expect from me. It is now my pleasure to announce the beginning of:

Abusive Heart III:

The Final Stand

By Allen Frost

Chapter 1:

And so the World Keeps Turning

An ordinary day in the recording studio. Chaos as the musicians argued about the current song they were recording. Chaos as their manager flourished his arsenal of deadly weapons in hopes to scare the artists into creation. Passed out on the table, their producer had managed to land on their cups of tea and coffee, brown liquid staining his clothes and flowing from underneath his unconscious form.

The author walked in. Silence fell across the room as all, save the producer who had been out cold for nearly half an hour, looked up at the majestic figure whose authority seemed to seep from the pores of his flawless skin.

Tall, with a lean frame that revealed nearly every muscle line beneath his skin, and golden eyes that pierced the thin veils of reality wherever he looked. His blond hair, cut just above his neck, glowed with the menacing beauty of an angelic being. His stylish dress of Italian boots, fashionable jeans, and a tight t-shirt crowned with a simple, black blazer merely served to accentuate his natural grace.

Shuichi, the vocalist with bright pink hair and adorable features, loosened his grip on the neck of the guitarist, Hiro, whose cool demeanor thrilled woman wherever he went. Setting his keyboard back on its stand, Fujisaki, the youngest of these three, let out a nervous chuckle as he tried to recover his professional attitude in front of this intruder. Together, these misfits made up the wildly popular boy band, Bad Luck!

With two grenades in his left hand hand, and a semi-automatic pistol in his right, K, their American born manager was the first to speak:

"Is their something I can help you with, Eiri?" His voice had a thick accent and he lacked the formalities native born speakers are familiar with.

"It is five o' clock," Eiri said, his voice carrying a cool passion that demanded attention. "Shuichi is off work now, and I've come to pick him up so that we make our dinner reservations."

Shuichi's eyes grew twice their size as a dopey smile stretched across his face. Body trembling like a puppy shaking its tail, Shuichi released Hiro and sprinted for Yuki.

With catlike reflexes that his years as an agent in the American government awarded him, K snatched the bursting Shuichi out of the air by his collar and held the singer so that his feet kicked just above the ground.

"Despite what plans you have made, you cannot interrupt the creative process. Shuichi needs to stay until the song is finished. A man of your profession should understand that."

Glaring at the manager, Yuki had thoughts of beating his face into a pulp so that he would never be able to hold that stupid grin ever again. Instead, Yuki spoke without batting an eye:

"And, a man in your profession should know that having sex with his underage charge is, shall we say, unacceptable?"

The arrogant grin vanished from K's face as he glanced at Fujisaki who was blushing from the shame of Yuki's statement. Forcing a laugh while mentally cursing Yuki to hell, he responded:

"Ha ha. A man of my profession does know that, and what's in the past is in the past. Afterall, everyone makes mistakes, right, Yuki?" His tone never changed, but the final statement seemed to burn like a vine of thorns was wrapped around the words. Though Yuki never reacted, K's sentence stung his memory, tainted with the gray screen of guilt.

"But," K continued, "Seeing as your appearance has most likely ended all logical thought for our lyricist here," he said, shaking Shuichi whose body was limp as though he were trying to melt through K's grasp, "I suppose we can end at the scheduled time for you two to go to dinner."

Yuki nodded and walked forward to receive Shuichi, who was playing dead as though K were a hawk and he a timid mouse. Slinging the vocalist over his shoulder, Yuki bowed his head and left without another word.

Turning to the other musicians, K said, "Alright, pack up and head home. We're done for the night. Fujisaki quickly tried to grab K's attention, but the manager shoved his way out of the room before anyone could stop him.

Resting a hand on Fuji's thin shoulder, Hiro gave a firm squeeze to comfort the still young boy. "K's still avoiding you?"

Fujisaki pulled away from Hiro's grip and mumbled in response. Eyes glistening, he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to break free. "I'm ok, I just want to make sure he is. He hsn't really forgiven himself yet."

"Oh well," Hiro said with a smile, "That old man will just have to come to terms with it on his own. You're too young to waste too much time on his grief. How's this new guy turning out for you? The foreigner?"

"Adam?" Fujisaki blushed, "Just fine. It's nice to have someone my own age to talk to and flirt with, plus he's a breathtaking musician. It's just, well..."

"Well what?"

"I'm not sure if he likes me that way. I know he's dated guys in the past, he once mentioned a male lover, but I don't know if he views me that way."

"Have you ever considered asking him?"

"We're supposed to hang out tonight. I thought about telling him how I feel and that I want more, but... well, I'm a little nervous."

"Life's too shot to waste on worry. If he wants to make you his boyfriend, tonight might as well be the night."

Smiling, Fuji gave Hiro a quick hug before scurrying to the door. Before his thin frame vanished, he turned back and said, "Um, what should we do about Sakano-san?"

"Let him sleep here tonight. I'm sure it's not the first time he's slept over at N-G studios." Grabbing his jacket, Hiro followed Fujisaki out the door, put the light out, and found his way to the parking lot. His motorcycle, glistening in the artificial light from the street, roared to life at his touch and carried him home through the night.

A few miles away, in a nearly empty bar, Yuki and Shuichi sat over two bowls of steaming rice. While Yuki barely touched his food, Shuichi shoveled down the grains like a monster in between telling Yuki how his day was.

Leaning back in his chair, Yuki brushed back the stray hair that had fallen across his eyes. As tempting as it was to tell Shuichi to shut up because his head heart, Yuki held back his vicious tongue. Too many times reality brought up the possibility of an existence without the pink haired singer. Each time had taken Yuki to the edge of despair, threatening to enclose his mind for ever.

Nearly half a year had passed since their adventure in California. Though their life had once again settled down, the effects of those dastardly effects were still everywhere. The once charismatic K was reduced to a sullen character, the only resemblance to his old self existed in the form of his violent outburst. Ryuichi had taken to traveling abroad, needing to "clear his head." Seguchi... well... Seguchi was on a permanent leave of absence from the N-G corporation for mental health reasons.

"Hey, Yuki," Shuichi said, intrrupting Yuki's thought process, "This place is empty. Why did you have to make reservations?"

"I lied to that idiotic American," Yuki's voice was cold, "I have a chapter to finish before tomorrow, so wanted to give us plenty of time for dessert."

"Oh!" Excitement dripped from the singer's voice, "What are we having?"

Yuki's eyes narrowed and a devilish smile stretched across the corner of his mouth. Leaning over to his lover, Yuki tugged on a strand of the boy's pink hair and whispered, "Each other."

Gulping, Shuichi turned his face away from the writer to conceal his blush. Behind them, they herd the door shove open, a sharp muffled voice, and then the door slam. Turning around, Shuichi couldn't see anyone new in the bar, so assumed the intruders took off.

Yuki raised his hand and the bartender ran the bill over to the couple. Taking out his wallet, Yuki handed him a card and muttered, "Thanks." His eyes now on Shuichi, he continued his delicate whisper, "Don't you think it's about time we head home, so I can..."

"Yuki! Don't say those things in public," Shuichi watched the bartender print out their receipt, worried the man had heard some of Yuki's perverted ideas. Those cool eyes peered through his heart and saw the mix of feelings within his small body. It was like tidal wave ripping through his stomach. Just looking at Yuki made him grow hard and set his flesh tingling as if deadly electricity coursed through his nerves. Deep within him, he longed for Yuki, to take all that the lover had to give.

The bartender brought back the receipt and card. Scribbling his signature down, Yuki stood up and motioned for Shuichi to follow him. As they came to the door, Fujisaki burst through, his cheeks bright red from the stinging cold outside.

"Oh hi, Shuichi! Good evening, Yuki." He gave a small bow to each of them, "Are you two heading out?"

"On our way home, good night," Yuki said as he tried to oush Shuichi out the door.

"Just a second," Shuichi said, "Fuji, didn't you say you made plans with your special friend tonight? Where is he? I'd love to meet him."

"We were actually going to come here to eat, but when he walked in the door, he said he got an urgent text and had to run somewhere quick. He said he'll be back in twenty minutes."

"Well perhaps another time," Yuki interrupted, "But we need to leave now."

"Don't be rude!" Shuichi turned back to Fuji and said, "Invite him to the studio tomorrow. I think just about everyone wants to know about this mystery man."

"He's pretty busy during the day, but I'll ask if he can stop by, yeah, that be great." Fuji and Shuichi smiled at each other and wished each other a pleasant night. Remaining cold and indifferent, Yuki simply nodded as he passed by the boy.

Grabbing a table for two, Fujisaki ordered himself a drink and waited for Adam to return. Exactly twenty-one minutes passed before the pale foreigner poked his head through the door of the bar. Spotting Fuji, Adam waved and joined him at the table.

"I apologize, my land lord texted me saying she smelled gas coming from my apartment. Turns out I left my oven on by accident."

"Is everything else ok?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry for making you wait."

"It's fine," Fuji said, a coy smile creeping across his face, "I ran into two friends after you left."

"Oh, and who would that be?"

"My bandmate, Shuichi Shindou, and his lover, Eiri Yuki."

Adam's face grew stern. Dark clouds seemed to pass over his eyes and his expression turned cold. "Were those the pink and blond hair folks that I saw when we first walked in before I was called away?"

"Sounds like them."

Taking a deeo breath, Adam forced himself to smile, "I think I may have met them before. Have they ever been to America?"

"Yeah, both of them fly over their on business. Though, it will probably be awhile before they go back. I'm guessing you heard of the string of murders related gang activity that went on their recently?"

"Uh, yeah. I was actually in California during the time before the police busted up the organization, and was near New York during the first attack."

"Well, they were involved with both cases." Fuji turned away. Memories of their encounters with the criminal company Dark Terror left a permanent scar over his heart. Sensing Fujisaki's pain, Adam reached out and clasped his hand.

"Let's not talk about these things now. In fact, I'm not too fond of these public places at the moment. How about we take a stroll through the park. We've been talking for a long time now, and I know that I like you... In fact, I want to be with you."

Fuji's heart skipped a beat. The many words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat. Tracing his fingers along Fuji's thin neck, Adam gently brushed his thumb against Fuji's bottom lip before bringing himself close enough to be heard barely above a whisper. "I think it's time we stop being just 'friends'"

Adam's cool breath splashed across Fujisaki's face. Like a tidal wave crashing against him and caring his limp body to shore, Fuji felt helpless under the light grasp of the older man. At the first touch of their lips, he could feel his soul leave his body, leaving behind the flesh and bones that were only capable of feeling the soft tingles of pleasure.

How he wanted Adam. His nearly white hair the glistened under the moon. His soft yet firm hands wrapping themselves around his body. Violating everything that he holds sacred. All for him. All for this man.

It was a rebirth. Joy lifted his eyes and lust perverted his thoughts. In a moment of courage, he looked up at Adam and said, "Or we could skip the walk, and you can just take me straight to your apartment."

Caught of guard, Adam chuckled, gently massaged Fuji's ear and whispered, "As you command."

This was a night of lovers. As Adam and Fujisaki burst through the door of Adam's apartment, pawing each other and soaking in the pleasure increased over time by repression, Shuichi and Yuki were already embracing their sexual appetite.

"Ow! Yuki! Please be more gentle," Shuichi gasped, lifting his head off the pillow for a moment. "I'm still tender from yesterday.

Yuki's naked figure hovered above Shuichi, bent over beneath him. A finger, glossy with lubricant, pressed against Shuichi's hole before entering.

A fit of shivering struck Shuichi. The thin finger slowly penetrating deeper, making room for things to come. Perspiration trickled down his smooth back as Yuki's free hand reach around and began to stroke Shuichi's shaft. A soft moan escaping his throat, Shuichi turned back to face Yuki again.

"Ok, alright. I'm ready." His eyes sparkled with a shimmering glow of lust. His voice pleading and his body trembling wherever Yuki touched.

Grasping Shuichi by his thin waist, Yuki pressed the tip of his member against Shuichi and slowly forced his way in. A moment of resistance, then acceptance as Shuichi's body took the whole thing, every moment of it tantalizing.

Waves from an inland lake splashing against the shore, their movement was fluid and natural. The curve of their bodies fitting together like gears in clock work. Perfect in time and harmony.

Rolling over on his back, Shuichi's mouth hung open as he lifted his legs in the air, taking Yuki in again. The sweet mixture of their breath and bodies brought into being a perfume of love that hung lazily in the air. Calling out their names in a lover's embrace, Yuki lifted Shuichi by the arms and sat him upright against his pelvis. Shuichi rocked his hips over Yuki's body, drawing the lover in deeper than they had ever gone before.

Aggression increased as their love making spanned across the hours. Grabbing Shuichi by the shoulders, Yuki thrusted with all his might until he could feel himself about to burst. Shuichi screamed out as he felt Yuki's shaft pulse with love and unload inside him. Sweet stickiness filled his cavity as occasional bursts of moans still echoed in the room.

Still inside him, Yuki wiped a bead of sweat away from Shuichi's brow before tenderly kissing the boy's neck. Under his thin lips, he could feel Shuichi's veins pump life throughout his small body. Falling back across the bed covers, Yuki pulled Shuichi down with him and held the singer in his arms. They held each other, drunk off the love that flowed endlessly from their bodies.

Outside, where their yells and screams of anticipation echoed off the trees, a man stood, watching their window. His face wrapped in bandages and his dark glasses concealing his eyes. Muttering to himself, the man said, "Enjoy each other while you can. There is still the debt of life to pay." Without another word or giving evidence of why he was their, the odd man replaced his hat, turned, and vanished into the dark terror that the night withholds from day.

After Note:

Excited for the first chapter to be finished, I know that I can't get too far ahead of myself. While I'm going to strive to upload a chapter at least once every other week, I'm making no promises. Though, I should say that reading your comments on my story serves as powerful motivation to keep writing. Feel free to send me a private message if you want to talk about writing, anime, or anything that our bored minds can come up with. Not too mention, if you really like the stories, I tend to take personal requests/give insight to whatever next project I'm working on. And, as always, to any male readers of the Boy's Love genre, I urge you to speak up. While I love my female readers, it's always nice to hear when another guy enjoys yaoi. To my friends in my native America, have an awesome fourth of July. Happy Indepedence Day!