The Gun and Guitar – Part 3

Chapter 10: The BIG Apple

Since Michael was going off with his mother the day after Christmas, K had booked Bad Luck to fly out to New York on the same day. He would take Michael to New York, after which, Judy and Ark would meet the boy to take him the rest of the way to Los Angeles.

Today was the day they were leaving for the big apple.

But K could not stop grinning! He was seated in his brand new shiny shiny black duel-cab Chevy pick-up truck Hiro had given him yesterday for Christmas! This truck had 310 horsepower, a 6600 turbo diesel V8 engine, with 610 pounds of torque. K wanted to spend as much quality time with it before they left for the airport today. He pet over the dashboard lovingly, inhaling that new truck smell. He blinked back silly emotional tears of joy.

Hiro had been generous!

"Claude!" hollered Hiro from outside, hands on his hips, "Are you going to come out of there sometime today?"

K, with his hands on the wheel, glanced over his left shoulder at Hiroshi who stood grinning. He gave his husband a small wave and pushed a button to lower the window a tad. He complained, "I don't want to leave my new baby and go to New York anymore." With that he shut the window, not ready to hear that they had to leave just yet.

The guitarist laughed out loud, he knew K was going to love his new imported truck. The night before Christmas morning he'd parked the new truck down the street so K wouldn't see it. Then when K was asleep he'd snuck out and parked the new truck in the driveway. Hiro placed a Christmas bow on the hood.

Only now it seemed would have to pry the man from his new set of wheels.

Hiro walked leisurely up to the driver's side window in the frigid winter cold and motioned for K to roll down the window again.

K complied and rested his elbow on the door. "Hey baby…wanna ride?"

The guitarist chortled, "You're so silly, come on get your ass out of there and let's go to the airport. Are you sure you're all packed and ready?"

K sighed but told the truck reluctantly to be good while he was gone and that he'd be back very soon.

Hiro was shaking his head as he wandered back inside to call a taxi. Everyone was going to meet them at the airport. Back inside their warm and humble abode, Michael was seated on the couch playing with his new guitar. This year Hiro had gone all out and seeing as K had got him a house for a wedding gift Hiro wanted to make a splash this Christmas. Since Michael had such an interest in his guitar Hiro decided to get him his own. It was a brand new Gibson Standard SG...a beautiful red lacquered guitar.

"Look dads! I can play the intro to Hotel California!" Michael declared and proceeded to play.

Hiro stood beaming proudly and K clapped for his son. It was good but Michael still needed a lot of practice, but he was only young. He had time.

K smiled at his son. "Awesome, now I'm going to have two guitarists to live with."

Hiro laughed.

"Well, I can't wait to see the Def Leopard concert and have dinner at the Rainbow Room in New York!" Hiro was still very excited over K's Christmas gift to him. He also fondled a hip new gold chain he now wore around his neck. K's other gift.

"I knew you'd like that. Those guys have been around for ages but they still rock like champs," K told Hiro, satisfied by his lover's excitement. He had also made reservations at one of New York's most prestigious restaurants, a place that was visited by some of the world's most powerful people.

Making one more check to assure they forgot nothing, Michael, K and Hiroshi all rode to the airport. They talked about yesterdays Christmas dinner. They had been surprised when Shuichi and Yuki came over. The whole dinner was quite festive, K didn't burn the turkey and everyone got a little tipsy on wine. Shuichi and Yuki were surprised by the gifts that were offered to them. Yuki got a beautiful leather bound date book and Shuichi got the latest IPod player. Overall it was good day, except Shuichi who fell asleep on the couch from turkey overdose.

At the airport Hiro and K gave their gifts to Suguru and Sakano while they waited for boarding. Michael bounced near by waiting for them to open them, eagerly.

"Wow guys you shouldn't have," Sakano breathed utterly surprised. Thrilled, both Sakano and Suguru opened an envelope to find passes to an awesome bath house, complete with massages and the whole nine yards.

"They're good for whenever you need to use them," Hiro explained happily.

"Gee, thanks. After this trip, I bet this will come in handy," Suguru confirmed with a smile.

Hiro really enjoyed this whole gift giving thing! And now they were going to New York in hopes of winning a Grammy. How much better does it get? The only thing he worried about was Emi...but he made sure to make his mother promise to call him. He even gave the hospital her phone number and demanded they let him know when she was going to the foster home. He wanted to make sure he got a chance to talk to them, make them promise to find her a good home.

Lost in his thoughts, thoughts that he was still too scared to realize, Hiro barely felt K tap his shoulder to tell him that their plane was boarding.

Blinking the issue aside, he got up to follow everyone down the ramp and to the plane. Nittle Grasper would not be traveling with them this time...they would be coming to New York a few days later. But they were going to be in the same hotel with them.

Hiro wondered what antics would go down this time. Hopefully, Ryuichi wouldn't lose his Kumagoro again.

After a very long flight, in which everyone slept a lot; the plane finally landed in New York. Time-wise it was almost the next day here and everyone felt a little disoriented. K and Hiro waited to meet up with Judy and Ark; everyone went to their rooms at the hotel in downtown Manhattan.

Yawn, "Where are they already?" whined K who wanted to get away from airports already.

"Are you complaining Claude?" went a woman's voice and both Hiro and K turned to see Judy and all her glory.

"Mommy!" Michael cried and ran to hug his mother. She knelt to receive her son with open arms. Nearby Ark stood keeping an eye open so that Judy wouldn't get mauled by fans.

"Ark…" K said gazing upon his long time friend, "Things have been good?"

"Of course…been quiet since you left L.A," said the tall dark-haired man with a huff, his voice lined with slight amusement. He nodded in greeting at Hiro and the musician nodded back.

K chuffed. The crap that happened in L.A was something he'd never forget. "Well as long as you're taking care of Judy; it's all good."

"Claude…" warned Judy. "Don't start butting heads in the first few seconds you two see each other; behave," she demanded coolly.

K laughed then. "Not to worry, just take Michael and have a good holiday together, ok?"

"I intend to," the blonde woman stated assuredly. Thankfully for the scarf and sunglasses Judy wore, she wasn't getting bothered by fans.

Michael hugged his father and Hiro and the two men stood to watch them leave. K sighed heavily as Michael left from his sight...Hiro followed suit.

"I'm going to miss him," the guitarist muttered sadly.

"Me too," K added sullenly and forced himself to turn away.

It was interesting that K never brought up the situation Hiro created between Tohma, Yuki and Shuichi. The evil plan Hiro conjured. Hiro was sure that K would flip out—it wasn't something he wanted to evoke. Maybe K really had faith in him this time. Maybe he believed that this plan would work, and maybe...he believed that love was more important than business.

Hiro snorted in as he lay in his New York hotel bed thinking about the upcoming days ahead. He'd been awaken by the chill he felt when he realized K stolen all the blankets.

Tugging on some of the blankets that Claude had manage to completely wrap around himself like some cocoon, Hiro only got enough material to cover his middle. With a sigh he glanced over at his lover all he saw was a mass of blonde hair buried in the covers, face completely hidden. Hiro knew K was alive only by the silent rise and fall of the wrapped-around blankets and sheets.

Perhaps he should just get up and take a shower instead.

Today they had an interview with some magazine. No big deal, it would be an easy day. And by now Nittle Grasper was here too. They too—like usual—were situated on the same floor of the prestigious hotel they were staying at, top floor.

It was like old times again.

At least K had given them a few days to adjust to the time change and get over the jet lag. This way everyone didn't feel like zombies anymore, almost. But in fact they were becoming restless.

Hiro got up and shuffled to the shower. When he was finished he got K's butt out of bed and decided to start their day. They went to the scheduled interview and afterwards everyone went out to dinner together, chatting animatedly.

"Being here in New York again makes me a bit nervous," Shuichi stated munching noisily on a bread stick.

Yuki huffed. "You get used to it." The writer sat back, looking very posh in his black shirt which was opened at his neck casually. He ran a hand through his tousled but stylish hair.

"It's freezing here," complained Suguru and Sakano nodded agreeing whole heartedly.

"But Central Park is so pretty in the winter—Yuki took me on a carriage ride," Shuichi said and beamed at his lover.

Everyone looked shocked at the writer.

Yuki shrugged at them. He had a slight smug look on his face. Now days Yuki wore a smug look a lot more often. He not only wanted to be here in New York with Shuichi, he needed to be here. He'd spent a lot of time thinking about it, true, he had kept Shuichi locked out of his bedroom for a few days. But he needed to think. After Tohma came over and ranted at him like an old hen, he couldn't help but feel the need to retaliate. That was what bothered him the most, Tohma barking at him like he was his mother...telling him what was good or bad for him—telling him that he was making a mistake. But he got over that and thought seriously about what Tohma told him. Shuichi was going to ask him to marry him in front of the whole world, live and on stage with some new crappy song at the Grammy's. Crappy or not, it still sent him reeling inside! How dare Shuichi take charge that way, put him on the spot? It was so gutsy, so fearless! And how did he know he would have even been hear to hear it live...did Shuichi hope he'd been watching back home? Did he think when he got back to Japan that they'd get married?

Yuki didn't want Shuichi to be the only one in this relationship that was fearless...

He'd come a long way from the hardened shell that he was before Shuichi came along. If this is what would make Shuichi happy...if this is what he wanted...maybe it was time to give it. Damn, his stomach churned with butterflies...he hated and loved New York, such a bittersweet city. Even though, he squashed his history in New York with smite. It was the only way to survive this trip...he had Shuichi to think about. He just hoped Kitazawa Yoshiki wouldn't sniff him out. That chick…or should he say 'man'…was like a lost puppy that kept hanging around begging for food.

Coming out if his reverie, Yuki said, "I did what you wanted."

Shuichi glowed happily.

"Well then, what's on everyone's agenda for tonight?" K asked, they had nothing planned and maybe someone would have a good idea, he thought.

"How about a hotel party hosted by XMR?" cut in a female voice.

Everyone turned their heads at the source and gaped, some cowered.

"RAGE!" Shuichi cried and dove under the table, shivering and trembling.

Reiji rolled her eyes and adjusted her glasses. She stared at them with her short bob of dark hair; still looking much like the 'librarian' that K had once described her as. "You know I hate when you call me that Shuichi. What, can't I come by and welcome you to New York?" she asked heatedly.

A chorus of whimpering came from beneath the table and Yuki spoke for Shuichi. "I expect he still has nightmares about the last time you welcomed him to New York," Yuki gave sarcastically.

Reiji huffed at that and looked at K, "Where's my darling Judy at? Didn't she come to New York as well?"

"Reiji, you know were not together anymore," K explained dryly, "She's gone back to L.A with Michael and Ark for a holiday together." He glanced at Hiro who was watching on intently.

"I know that numbnuts but I still thought she'd want to visit me," Reiji looked hard done by, her best girlfriend didn't even stop by to say hello.

K scoffed at her name calling and stated, "Are you still sore at me for destroying your precious XMR property?"

"K!" warned Shuichi from under the table.

Reiji laughed serenely, "It's in the past guys. I'm a new woman...I've turned a new leaf."

"Should we all find our bomb shelters now or…?" Yuki added with a tight laugh and K slapped his knee laughing at that.

"Ha, ha laugh it up but you know it's not good to make fun of Reiji boys," the small woman that extruded the aura of a hundred Greek gladiators, threatened.

K and Yuki shut up quickly.

"Much better, now I'm serious. I've set up an entire evening of catering and music set up on the top floor where you are all booked. I thought a warm welcome party was in order for my favourite guy," Reiji commented and bent down to peer at Shuichi who was clinging to someone's leg.

"Ah…dude that's my leg your molesting," Hiro said blinking.

Shuichi switched to Yuki's with a, "Heh. A party Reiji? You don't say. There isn't going to be any archers waiting to spear me or an army of panda soldiers ready to capture me, or…or..."

Reiji shook her head, "Nope, only me and Bill and whoever you want to invite to the shindig."

K whooped, "A party!"

"This is very cool, a party in Manhattan, in a five star hotel, hosted by the largest record label in North America. This is going to rawk!" went an excited Suguru.

Hiro laughed at the keyboardist. It was one of the things he loved about him, his sudden mischievousness when he wasn't acting all superior. "Sounds good to me too," the guitarist claimed as well.

Shuichi crawled back up to his seat beside Yuki, "You guys are being led on by her sweet exterior but really she's going to draw us up there and blow up the top floor! How can you fall into her trap?!"

"You know, I think she's being honest," K said genuinely.

"Shuichi you're over reacting," Yuki said, getting a doubly shocked look from his usually happy lover.

"Thanks Reiji, I'll be sure NG credits XMR for their hospitality," Sakano offered.

Seeing that Shuichi was outnumbered, he let himself be dragged along to this "party" that Reiji was throwing for them. It was like an old fashioned hotel party that prom kids might have and get plastered with alcohol. But true to her word, she had the hallway set up with tables that had food and drink galore. And already loud music was pouring down the hallway of the hotel floor completely taken over by Bad Luck and Nittle Grasper. The music was coming from nice stereo system at the end of the hall in which Ryuichi was playing with to find the best tunes.

"SHUICHI, WE'RE HAVING A PARTY!" cheered the mid thirty-year old seasoned singer. Ryuichi settled on a series of English rock tunes and came over.

Despite Shuichi's feeling of dread, he couldn't stop but smile at Ryuichi's excitement. Ryuichi had a flair for lightening up the moment and now the young singer found it hard to resist. Maybe Reiji wasn't going to blow them up; he smiled and went to grab a drink...sniffing it carefully before putting it to his lips.

"Hi guys," Tohma said coming out of his room.

Sakano straightened up and fixed his tie immediately.

"Ha, ha, relax Sakano," said the president of NG, "Let's enjoy the party Reiji has offered us."

"Yes sir," went the producer, even if he was surprised that Tohma would be so cool about such a rival record company.

Everyone's doors were left opened and both bands ate and drank and had a good time. The hotel floor buzzed with energy as music played and everyone yammered. Shuichi and Ryuichi made it a mission to jump on everyone's bed.

Hiro dodged the two singers as they sped by.

K got in charge of babysitting Kumagoro and spent a good deal of time making the plushie whisper naughty things in Hiro's ear. Noriko dug out her keyboard and Suguru joined in and they jammed on the keys together, improvising with the tunes that spilled from the stereo.

Tohma was watching Yuki carefully over his buzzed-out state of mind.

Actually Yuki was trying to hide from him but every time he looked Tohma was near by. He wasn't in the mood to deal with him right now. He looked absurdly over at his sister's husband, "Don't you have someone else to bother?"

"Why are you being so grouchy, Eiri?" the short blond asked blinking in a sweet, puppy dog way.

Yuki narrowed his eyes at the man. "Because you're trying to keep watch on me and I'm a big boy now…I don't need you to tell me what to do anymore. This isn't the 'old' New York," he hissed.

Tohma smiled softly, "Eiri, you know I'll always watch over you. I just don't like the look on your face. Something tells me you're up to no good. Are you really going to go through with this?"

"What if I am…are you gonna stop me?" Yuki countered, levelling his amber eyes on his old time friend.

Tohma pursed his lips and said nothing.

Sakano was listening near by and over heard Yuki and the boss. But he turned when he heard a new voice.

"I heard there's a party with some wild sex going on."

Tohma and Yuki looked on at the person crashing the party.

"Tatsuha, what are you doing here?" asked Yuki acerbically.

"Why else brother, a certain hot member of Nittle Grasper is here and this monk has come for some soul searchin'," Tatsuha delivered with an evil grin. "Now if you don't mind I have a little fox hunting to do."

"I think he'd crawl over hot coals for Ryuichi," Tohma stated watching the black-haired version of Yuki trail off.

"I imagine that's already been done," Yuki said ironically.

Hours later and everyone rightly buzzed—except Ryuichi who doesn't need alcohol—Reiji stood back and grinned as she viewed the party. It was her turn to do a little hunting. She searched everywhere for Shuichi and when she found him he was singing out on a balcony to all of Manhattan, drunk. Amazingly, Ryuichi wasn't with him. She found the opportunity she'd been looking for and ventured outside.

It took a few moments for the vocalist to notice her and when he did he yelled, "REIJI!" But it wasn't a yell of fear but one of alcohol induced happiness.

Just as she thought, he was courageous when drunk and now he wouldn't put up a fuss. Purr-fect. She moved in closer.

"Don't stop singing its very nice Shuichi," she said putting on her I'm-all-ears voice.

"Me ish happy happy happy…um, where's Yuki?" the drunk singer managed to ask.

"He's busy having fun," Reiji said.

"Oh…well, I should go find him."

"Wait!" XMR's second in command went.

Shuichi halted.

"Didn't you ever once think of me as more than just a crazy woman that chased you all over the world?" Reiji asked, taking a stance with her hand on her hip.

Shuichi hiccupped and stumbled with his words, "I…I…"

"I knew it…"

Reiji snapped her head around and looked at Yuki standing in the archway of the patio door.

"You always have some plan don't you Reiji, a scheme?" Yuki said coolly. "Look here Shuichi is mine. He'll always be mine and it's never going to change—so get over it bitch!" Yuki snapped stepping closer to Reiji.

Writer and woman glared at each other.

But Reiji's face broke into a smile, "How about I make it interesting? I could settle for both of you. My room in twenty minutes." Reiji held out her keycard.

Yuki eyes widened and Shuichi was too drunk to hear what Reiji had said. He was also to busy humming Nittle Grasper's Angel Dust. The writer stepped really close to Reiji and tipped her chin up with his hand. He put on his sultry god-defying sexiness and practically made the girl weak in the knees. "My dick belongs to one person only," he told her acidly, tossing a sad look at his buzzed out lover. His Shuichi might be a silly clown sometimes—guy couldn't even hold his drink—but he was his silly clown.

He looked back at Reiji. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves and enjoy the party, got it?"

Reiji stiffened; being in a high place with Yuki near a ledge was enough for her to agree! She tore away and got safely back inside the hotel room. "Damn you, Yuki Eiri! You don't know what you're missing!" Reiji cursed and left the room.

Yuki smirked and turned back to his lover. "Come here you little minx," he said beckoning Shuichi over.

SLAM!

Yuki groaned. Shuichi tackled him onto the other side of the patio door. He should have known better than to call on a drunken Shuichi. Lying back against the hotel room carpet, Shuichi on top of him, he realized they were hidden on the other side of a hotel bed. He had no idea whose room this was. The writer didn't care; in fact now that he was recumbent like this his dick twitched.

Mmm, he wanted Shuichi right now.

Too bad for who's ever this room belonged to, he thought and held onto Shuichi tightly. He didn't have to work to hard, Shuichi—drunk or not was already kissing along his neck.

Yuki sighed at the wet trail Shuichi was leaving on him and he wished his carefree lover was naked so he could just take him. Damn clothes were getting in the way! Fuck it, he grabbed at the back of Shuichi's pants and forced the singer to sit up. But Shuichi stood up, wobbling, looking down at Yuki. He instinctively began to remove his pants, all naughty smiles.

"Mmm, yea," Yuki purred, the guy was reading his mind. He watched Shuichi take off the constrictive clothing. He opened his own fly and freed himself.

Shuichi's eyes practically glimmered, sparkling with desire. He hiccupped. "Bad, bad Yuki," he sang sweetly.

"Shut up and fuck me," Yuki growled his voice urgent. He knew anyone could just walk in here at any moment, but that was the exhilarating part. He felt his blood rush in a way that made this moment feel perfect. He dug a lubricated condom out of his pocket—for times when they had no lube, and placed it on himself.

Looking up at a pant less Shuichi, Yuki ran his hands up his legs and tugged him back down by his shirt.

Shuichi wriggled over top of the novelist and it teased the man endlessly. But he was just as horny as Yuki was and reached between them and filled himself with Yuki's hardness.

"Fuck," Yuki cursed quietly and pulled Shuichi flush against his chest.

They kissed passionately, breathlessly, as they screwed on the floor. Yuki made sure to keep his mouth over Shuichi's or else he knew how loud his lover could get. But it didn't stop him from thrusting urgently up into his beautiful Shuichi.

Caught up in the moment Shuichi let go and rode Yuki hard, bouncing and crying out loudly.

Yuki was caught between a look of terror and fervour as Shuichi hollered. He was so close to orgasm. His body lurched, rushed, thinking someone was definitely going to wander in here and catch him like this. Dammit his love life was private!

Yuki grit his teeth and clamped a hand over Shuichi's as he too came to climax.

Pant. Pant. Snore…

Blinking, Yuki shook Shuichi gently, but the guy was asleep!

Passed out!

AND ON HIM!

Crap. Yuki shoved Shuichi off, cursing his lush of a lover and did up his pants. Looking around he grabbed Shuichi's pants and knelt to put them back on Shuichi. It was like dressing an over grown drooling baby. But he didn't want Shuichi to get found like this...even if he deserved it!

After carefully placing Shuichi on the bed, Yuki couldn't help but smile to himself as he trod off to find another beer.

After listening to K talk kinky in his ear all night Hiro was ready to pounce. Mind you they were having fun with everyone. This was turning out to be a great party, but it was starting to wind down a bit. Hiro was loaded and feeling pretty happy. Earlier he was careful to remember how rambunctious K could be and he'd hid his gun. Then of course Noriko exploited that fact.

"K, show us you're shooting skills," Noriko urged, knowing full well that Hiro had already hidden the thing.

More than happy to oblige K went for his gun.

His expression was priceless when everyone watched him discover it wasn't there. It made everyone howl laughing.

But Ryuichi still hadn't come by for his Kumagoro and K wondered where he was. He wanted to go to his room soon and ravage his sexy redhead. So he hauled Hiro with him and they went searching. Feeling giddy they walked into each room. When the discovered no Ryuichi they would pause and paw each other, sharing a few kisses—getting more turned on by the minute. In one room they almost bumped into Yuki who leaving it. On the bed was a passed out Shuichi.

Hiro snickered. Shuichi could never hold his drink. Only Hiro caught a sly look on the novelist's face...he chortled and decided to check a different room. They searched all the rooms and still they didn't find one superstar singer.

"I guess we could just give it to him in the morning," Hiro suggested.

"Do you remember the last time Ryuichi lost his bunny?" K asked with a dry look.

Hiro's eyes widened. "I froze my balls off!" He recalled that night in Kyoto all to well. "Damn, but where is he?"

When they asked around nobody seemed to know where he was.

It dawned on K, "He's with Tatsuha somewhere I just know it!" It made K's eye twitch, but those days were behind him, he wasn't Ryuichi's manager anymore. "Fuck it the bunny is coming with us tonight I guess."

Standing among everyone, K grinned with mischief and bent to scoop up Hiro into his arms. Everyone laughed at them. Hiro made a fuss and turned a hundred different shades of red when K declared, "It's time to take the wife to bed!"

In their room Hiro screeched, "K! Put me down!"

The blonde kicked to door shut with his foot and literally tossed Hiro on the bed. Then he purred and crawled over him. He attacked Hiro with feisty nips and kisses until Hiro stopped whining and returned the kisses.

"Oh K..."

Two heads, which were joined in kissing in the cold air on K and Hiro's hotel balcony, broke apart when some noise inside the room came to their attention. Holding each other in the cold night, Ryuichi and Tatsuha watched as Bad Luck's manager and guitarist got frisky on the bed.

Tatsuha gaped, "Oh my god their going to have sex right now."

"Seems so...shouldn't we get out of here?"

"Where are we going to go?! They'll see us," Tatsuha complained, eyes still glued to the action on the bed on the other side of the glass.

"K doesn't mind if I see him naked," Ryuichi claimed innocently.

Tatsuha then gaped at Ryuichi. "What do you mean?"

Ryuichi didn't answer but smirked as watched Hiro moan, K was going down on him.

Tatsuha pinched the bridge of his nose, "I think I'm going to have a nosebleed."

Giggling softly, Ryuichi shrugged, "Why don't we just watch?"

Yuki's brother wavered on the spot. It looked as if he were about to pass out. "Hotness overload...brain, can't, take, much more..." He shook his head as if to clear it and once more gaped at Ryuichi.

Ryuichi only smiled and gave Tatsuha a tiny soft kiss. "Oh look Kumagoro is watching too! He really should cover his ears."

Staring at Ryuichi, the monk looked incredulous. "I really am one lucky bastard..."

A/N: I am SOO sorry for how long it took me to post the next chapter. You have no idea how busy work has been this month. But YAY this busy month is over and I can breathe again. Who knew there were so many events in Sept XD Anyways...everyone is in New York and a LOT of info was shared here. I bet some of you know what's going on now. And a Shu/Yuki lemon purr. Silly business with Tats and Ryu lol!

Thank you lovely reviewers and readers! I hope you enjoy the newest chapter. I'll try not to take so long to post the rest.