SHURYU: More than Rivals?

Warning: This particular chapter contains very adult situations much in the same vein as chapter 7, if not worse. If you wish to avoid reading it, please scroll down until after the italics. Otherwise I warn you, there are some heavy topic discussed in this chapter.

A/N: Fifty five percent more 'tactful smut'. Oh who am I kidding?


How Ryuichi ended up lying on his large oak bed, with the pink haired Shuichi Shindo leaning sensuously over him, was beyond him, but at the moment, he found himself not really caring all that much. Instead he focused on the other man's hungry expression and the feeling of the younger pulled his body up- roughly- by his shoulders. Nails bit into the tender skin and drew white lines up and over the raised flesh towards his collarbone. Not one normally for pain, Ryuichi was surprised when it pulled satisfied moan from his chest rather than a whimper.

Shuichi chucked. Once Ryuichi's body was positioned the way the younger singer wanted, Shuichi took his time sliding his lower body over Ryuichi's legs and into his lap. The only thing separating the two bare bodies was a thin white sheet. Ryuichi's arms automatically moved to embrace the other and find purchase on that lovely backside, but his hands were swatted, so he settled on using the appendages to hold himself up. He almost found himself on his back when Shuichi started to grind against the brunettes lap.

"S-shui...?" Ryuichi was silenced by Shuichi's lips on his own in a not at all gentle kiss.

When Ryuichi managed to finally pull away, he looked into Shuichi's violet eyes in confusion. The younger boy looked up at him with unrestrained lust, but Ryuichi found he could not find love. He pulled back in alarm.

"I thought this was what you wanted, Ryuichi." Shuichi pushed Ryuichi back down on to the bed, roughly. Nails scrapped against his chest and Ryuichi arched his body into the the cotton and human barrier above him. His chest vibrated with the low moan that spilled from his lips. As his mouth opened to accommodate the sound, Shuichi used the opportunity to kiss the older man again.

Ryuichi found that his tongue was quickly subdued under the dominance shown by the object of his affection.

Finally, Shuichi pulled back and instead attacked Ryuichi's neck and collarbone with kisses, licks, and nips. Ryuichi squirmed beneath him in pleasure, relinquishing in the power the boy had over him. Between attacks, Shuichi breathed huskily into the flesh between chin and shoulder, "I... thought this was... what you... wanted..."

"It is..." Ryuichi sighed, finally allowing his hands to wonder the smooth skin under his fingertips. It was so incredibly soft, just like he had imagined.

"Then just let me... make you sparkle... like you did for me."

His heart skipped a beat before Shuichi bid down hard on Ryuichi's shoulder, drawing blood and a cry from the singer.

"This isn't real... right?" Shuichi shook his head slightly and Ryuichi felt relief overcome him. Dreams and fantasies he could deal with. If that was the case, he could let go and enjoy himself. He let the wall of fog cut him off from any cognitive thought that didn't concern bringing himself or his bed-fellow more pleasure.

Tangled in one another, Ryuichi worked to wipe both his and Shuichi's minds with carnal bliss. He wanted his lover to soar to new heights of pleasure, even if it was at the expense of his own body. Especially if it was at the expense of his own body.

Was it because he felt guilty for his actions in the real world?

What should he feel guilty about? What he did in the parking lot with the real, flesh and blood Shuichi?

It was Ryuichi's personal philosophy: pleasure was never wrong.

So, why should he feel guilty? Shuichi seemed to enjoy it enough. If he had allowed it, Ryuichi would have shown the young singer much more pleasure than a simple blowjob. How Ryuichi would have gone the whole way; really make Shuichi shine... brighter than the sun, brighter than a supernova!

Yet, he couldn't help but ask.

'Shuichi, do you hate me?'

"What would it matter if I did?"

Ryuichi shuttered against the form draped against his back.

"That isn't right, though…" Ryuichi managed, letting his body be moved along with his lover's steady rhythm.

Shuichi leaned forward, making Ryuichi wince, until his face was next to the older man's. His violet eyes were filled with anger and confusion, "If it isn't right, then why did you make me do it?"

The pleasure began to dessolve as Ryuichi stared back in confusion and even a little fear. "Do what, Shuichi?"

Instead of an answer, Shuichi continued, "If this isn't right, then why did force yourself on me? Back then, why did you touch me like that even though you knew?"

"You knew I loved Yuki!" he shouted, pressing hard into Ryuichi. The pain stole his breath away.

"I-I'm sorry, but I just couldn't help it. You were right there! I mean, you just… and I thought…"

"Like that time when you thought I was asleep on one of the couches in the recording studio? The time you thought I was asleep when you leaned over and began to touch me? You thought no one was looking when you unzipped my sweatshirt and let your hands wander over my skin? You thought no one knew of your sick little fantasies where..."

"Enough!" Ryuichi screamed, placing his hands over his ears. No, no, this wasn't right! Shuichi couldn't have known about that time! He was asleep! Shuichi only knew about that one time in the parking lot.

"Were those things right? Was it alright that you violated me when I didn't know or couldn't defend myself? When I thought you were my friend? Were any of those things right?" Shuichi asked coldly, ignoring the protest falling from Ryuichi's mouth and the tears from his eyes. "Was it? How about that time when you..."

Bolting from his couch, Ryuichi let out a strangled cry and grasped his hands over his face. It was a dream. It was just a dream.

He looked around his dark apartment and allowed the remaining tears flow free. He needed someone and looked around for Kumagoro, who had fallen to the side of the couch along with the sheets and almost into the now empty bowl of soup on the other side of the glass table.

Sheets? Empty soup bowl?

He stopped crying. Someone was there with him, but before he could do anything, a shadowed figure stepped into the already dark room. Ryuichi knew who it was without having to see the face. He could practically feel the sickeningly fake smile plastered on the other's lips.

"Good to see you are up, Ryuichi." said that familiar sickeningly sweet voice with a nod. Ryuichi instinctively fought back his glare. This was not the someone he wanted to see.

"Tohma."

TO BE CONTINUED…