Forbidden Fruit

By Fiorae

Summary: While sharing a dressing room after a joint concert, something unexpected happens between Ryuichi and Shuichi that could destroy his relationship with Yuki. Ryu/Shu Yuki/Shu

Author's Notes: Foribidden Fruit's chapters are under going revisions. If you notice any changes…just ignore them. They, hopefully, won't be too significant.

Chapter One: You Taste Like Strawberries

The concert was a huge success. Fans crawled from around the country to that one location to watch the two bands perform. After all, Bad Luck was the new hit. And Nittle Grasper was the ultimate legend. Just how often would you see the two of them singing together?

Both Shuichi and Ryuichi had been excited about a joint concert and it showed on their faces as they sang the song they'd wrote together.

"Joint concert?" Shuichi tilted his head. A bubbly, happy Ryuichi holding his best friend Kumagoro nodded his head eagerly.

"Tohma-kun already said it'd be a good idea. He said I just had to ask Shu-chan if he wanted to do it. So, watcha say, Shu-chan?" he asked, eyes shining. Shuichi smiled and nodded.

"Of course, Sakuma-san! It'll be fun!"

Ryuichi's eyes, for the briefest moment, took on a serious gleam. But as quickly as it flashed, it was gone. "Ryuichi."

Shuichi blinked. "Huh?"

"Call me Ryuichi, Shu-chan. It makes me sad when you call me Sakuma-san," he said, holding Kumagoro up to shield his face. Shuichi nodded.

"R-ryuichi ... kun ..." he added the ending hesitantly, looking to Ryuichi for approval. Much to his surprise, he saw not the childish boy he'd become accustomed to, but the real Sakuma Ryuichi-san smiling back at him.

"When you say my name," he whispered, closing his eyes, "...it sounds beautiful."

Shuichi felt heat rush to his cheeks. He watched as Ryuichi opened his eyes once more.

"Let's get started on our song together, Shu-chan!" Ryuichi cheered happily, returning to his childish self and tugging Shuichi away.

They'd named the song 'Forbidden Fruit' at the request of Ryuichi. And the audience loved it. It would be at the top of the charts by tomorrow morning. But that wasn't the biggest concern of the two vocalists at the moment. They were more perplexed with what occured after the concert.

"Whew! I'm beat!" Shuichi cried. He flopped down on the sofa in his shared dressing room with Ryuichi. Tohma had, not surprisingly, been too cheap to set up separate rooms for the two. The Nittle Grasper vocalist smiled down at his kohai.

"It was really exciting, huh Shu-chan?" Ryuichi asked. He picked up his bottled mineral water and took a large swig. Shuichi watched him drink like a hungry dog at a cookout. Ryuichi noticed and laughed. He walked over to the flopped out form of Shuichi and poured some of the liquid into his agate mouth. Shuichi swallowed and sighed.

"God, thank you!" he cried. Ryuichi laughed.

"Shu-chan has to remember his waawaa next time. Ryu-chan doesn't mind sharing with Shu-chan though, na no da," Ryuichi said, sitting the bottle down next to Shuichi, who snatched it up like a hobo. He plucked the bottle into his mouth, drinking hungrily. It didn't occur to him until the bottle was half empty that he had just put his mouth in the same place as his musical idol.

Taking a mental breath, he tried to hold back the fanboy within him. But as his eyes drifted back to Ryuichi, all bets were off.

The musical legend had removed his tight black T-shirt and was now sporting a nude upper body. It was muscular and well toned, not something you'd expect when you looked at him.

Shuichi couldn't help but compare Ryuichi's body to Yuki's. Wait, why was he thinking of Ryuichi that way? He'd just taken off his shirt because it was hot, right? Not because ...

Ryuichi noticed Shuichi watching him. His serious self took over, smirking in amusement.

"Enjoying the view?" he whispered softly. Shuichi gulped and looked Ryuichi up and down. The heat rose throughout his body, most going right to his face. Nittle Grasper's vocalist laughed as he moved closer to the now sitting up Shuichi until he was hovering just above him. Shuichi clinched the water bottle tightly as he looked up into the eyes of his musical god.

Oh yes, he looked very godly right then.

Ryuichi leaned in closer to the younger boy, staring him in his eyes. "Shuichi ..." he whispered softly. Shuichi's breath quickened at the feel of the other's hot breath against his lips. He watched his eyes open and close as he blinked. The way his eye lashes parted was ... beautiful ...

"Shuichi ..." Ryuichi echoed into the pink haired boy's ear. " ...Are you ... happy?" he brushed a few pink strands of hair out of the other's eyes.

"Huh ...?"

"Are you happy ...with Yuki-san?"

Shuichi felt a sting in his heart. It wasn't the first time he was asked that question. But that didn't make it any less painful.

"Are you happy with him treating you like dirt all the time ...? Like your emotions don't even matter ..?" There was malice in the older man's voice and an odd gleam to his eyes. "Are you happy with your unrequited feelings ...?"

Shuichi felt like he wanted to cry as he listened to Ryuichi. The more he heard, the clearer it became. He ... wasn't really happy with Yuki. He wasn't satisfied giving all his love to a person who didn't return it.

"I ... can't go on pretending, Shuichi. I can't watch him hurt you anymore," Ryuichi whispered with a shaky voice. Shuichi's eyes watered over and the image of the half naked Ryuichi leaning over him blurred.

"Ryuichi-kun ..."

" ... I love you, Shuichi .."

Shuichi felt his heart skip a beat. " You love me ..?" he whispered softly. Ryuichi nodded, a painful expression on his face.

"I've always loved you. Ever since I first heard your voice. And I've tried to ignore it ... tried to be just friends with you… but it hurts so badly," he said, holding his chest. "My heart hurts ..."

Shuichi tried desperately to comprehend what had just been said to him. This person he'd obsessed over since middle school was confessing his love to him? But more over than that ... he actually said it. He said those three words he could never get Yuki to say in a million years. Ryuichi said it so willingly, like he'd been dying to say it for so long.

Slowly, Shuichi reached out and wrapped his arms around the other singer. Their eyes met. Stayed locked on each other, unblinking. A wave of emotion hit Shuichi and he felt his cheeks redden. He had this weird urge ... to kiss him. He leaned in closer to the older man, both closing their eyes. And their lips touched softly. A warm, gentle kiss.

Ryuichi leaned in closer. He licked Shuichi's soft pink lips, begging for entry. Shuichi complied, opening his mouth and welcoming the other's eager tongue. He explored the inside of the pink haired angel's mouth, memorizing every place he licked. The warm feel, the taste. He vowed never to forget it.

The need for air dangerously high, the two boys parted. Both flushed from the heat of the moment, panting. Shuichi's eyes darted around nervously.

"Ryuichi-kun ... g-gomen ...I ...I don't know if I ...I.." Shuichi whispered between breaths. Ryuichi smiled. He caressed the younger man's cheek.

"It's okay, Shu-chan. This can't be rushed. I can wait until you're sure. I'd wait forever for you. Besides, that kiss was enough to hold me for a while," he said teasingly. Shuichi smiled tentatively. Ryuichi slowly parted himself from Shuichi's embrace, somewhat reluctantly, and sat down next to him on the sofa.

"You know though ... you taste just like strawberries."

Chapter One End