Title: Just One Step to You
Series: Gravitation
Pairing: Shu X Taki, Shu X Yuki, Shu X Hiro
Rating: MA+
Warning: … Some Curse Words and Straight Lemon and Some Such Nonsense …
Disclaimer: Don't own it T-T
A/N: This is my first sorry attempt at a Gravi fic, so please bear with me. Set three years after OAV. Oh, yes, there might be OOC on my part , but please, don't let that deter you from leaving reviews!
This chapter will be relatively short because I feel bad for having such a long wait for the next installment. So this is to tide some of you over until then. Excuse me for any weirdness in advance. Enjoy the smutfest. It exists just … to exist. And because I love my reviewers!
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Chapter Ten
"Reality"
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Needless to say, everyone felt the after effects of their most successful concert to date. It was so much so that K, their loving and happy gun-toting manager, barely used a round on Bad Luck and ASK as they made their way north for the second part of their tour.
All six members were dead tired and were shot awake into a zombie state. Both bands crept away stealthily in the early morning and were well on their way to Boise, Idaho. Shuichi had no idea where that was and could care less because he wasn't the one driving. Besides, Shuichi wouldn't be able to focus if his life depended on it.
The events of the last night in Las Vegas stewed around in Shuichi's head. He felt his body sway with the rhythm of the bus. Shuichi tossed and turned on his rumpled bed; evidence of sleep yet to be found. There were numerous questions floating around in his mind, alongside flashes of naughty bits and pieces of a cold-hearted blond, a bubbly brown-haired singer and a dark-headed moody crooner. Between his emotions and frustrations, he did the one thing that would calm him. With no particular face in mind, Shuichi began to stroke the half-hardened length of his cock.
He felt his flesh respond with a hungriness and realized that it'd been months since his last sexual foray. Shuichi stifled a moan as he felt himself harden. He was so lost in the play of his body that he didn't feel a pair of eyes locked on him and his slow-paced strokes. Shuichi let a guttural moan escape from his parted lips. His eyes flew open as he felt a wet tongue on his cock. Before him perched Hiro, his eyes languid with desire. Shuichi could only watch in fascination and repulsion as his best friend lowered his head.
"W-wrong. This is wrong, Hiro," Shuichi forced through his lips.
"You say one thing, your body says another," Hiro mumbled, his mouth half full with Shuichi's cock.
Hiro moved with efficiency, which surprised Shuichi. He knew Hiro was straight as an arrow, although he'd occasionally display some "loving" tendencies toward Shuichi.
"Think of it as a favor … for a friend," Hiro said, deep-throating without warning.
"Oh, fuck," Shuichi hissed.
His hands automatically gripped Hiro's head as he plunged his cock further into Hiro's mouth. Hiro obliged, sucking and licking Shuichi to the edge. A few minutes later Shuichi tensed and grunted, coming in Hiro's mouth. Without a sound, Hiro took off his t-shirt and cleaned Shuichi. He then climbed into bed next to Shuichi, who had rolled onto his side.
"Thanks, Hiro," Shuichi said drowsily.
"You're welcome, but I'm calling in my favor now," Hiro whispered, rubbing his hard cock against Shuichi's ass.
Shuichi felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach as he felt Hiro pull away. His disappointment was short lived when he heard Hiro taking off his jeans. Shuichi laid as still as possible, a blush blossoming on his face. He's had the occasional dream of fucking and being fucked by his best friend, but that was it. It was a dream. Now with the reality of their situation looming in his face, Shuichi felt himself clam up.
"Condom? Lube?" Hiro asked, oblivious to this new Shuichi.
Shuichi complied and rolled over on his stomach, pulling the drawer open. His hand rummaged around for a good minute before he felt the sharp corners of the condom and the tube of lubricant. He tossed them in Hiro's direction, still on his stomach. He heard the distinct rip of the condom wrapper and felt himself stir. Hiro nudged Shuichi's legs apart and lowered himself.
"Do you really want this, Shu-chan?" Hiro asked quietly, stroking Shuichi's trembling flesh.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Shuichi could only shake his head back and forth; he found that his voice escaped him and his throat tight with pent up desire. However, Shuichi found that he could moan when he felt the light imprints of Hiro's nails across his ass. Hiro took this as permission and flipped the lid of the lubricant open. He poured the cool liquid into his palm and snapped the lid shut. Hiro tossed it aside and rubbed his palms together, feeling the tingling warm sensation spread through his skin. He then lubed his condom-sheathed cock and repositioned himself above Shuichi. Shuichi trembled with anticipation and gasped as he felt Hiro's slick finger slowly stretch his opening. Hiro gently probed Shuichi and slid his finger in further, enjoying the tightness Shuichi's body provided him.
"Am I going too fast, Shu-chan?" Hiro whispered.
"No," Shuichi said breathily, "faster."
Hiro complied as he shoved the length of his finger inside Shuichi and felt him shudder. He continued in such a fashion until Shuichi bucked underneath him, lifting his ass off the bed.
"More?" Hiro inquired, a graceful eyebrow arched in mockery.
"Mmm … please," Shuichi begged.
Hiro found himself complying once more as he eased a second finger inside Shuichi. The pace was agonizingly slow for Shuichi, but he knew what was to come and prepared himself for it. Hiro kept with his slow pace, knowing that it drove Shuichi crazy. When Shuichi whimpered for the umpteenth time, Hiro rewarded Shuichi's patience with a third finger. He began slowly again. After a short while, Shuichi began to yearn for more. He let Hiro know with a not so subtle push of his ass toward his direction.
"Just can't wait, can we? Always so passionate and in the moment, Shu-chan. That's what I love most about you," Hiro said as he gently extracted his fingers.
Shuichi whimpered again at the absence of Hiro's fingers. He gasped out loud as Hiro rudely shoved his cock to the hilt in Shuichi. True, Hiro had prepared him for a certain amount of time, but he didn't anticipate Hiro to stretch him. Hiro didn't slow down his pace, his hands grasping Shuichi's hip and hair simultaneously. Shuichi felt his cock harden and got on his knees. He began to stroke himself into a harder state as Hiro pulled in and out of him. Hiro noticed the jerky movements of Shuichi's arm and saw to his delight that Shuichi was masturbating. He slowed down his thrusts and slowly pulled out until his head was in Shuichi. Shuichi noticed the absence and turned around, giving Hiro a questioning look.
Without warning, Hiro buried himself to the hilt with a strong thrust. The look on Shuichi's face satisfied Hiro. Hiro felt Shuichi's ass tighten around his cock and knew that Shuichi was coming. Hiro continued to slam into Shuichi and if possible, picked up the rhythm at a faster pace. Shuichi groaned as he came, moving his ass back to meet with Hiro's thrusts. With one final thrust, Hiro spent himself. They laid together as so for a few moments before Hiro pulled out. Shuichi let out a sigh as he eased his body on the bed. Hiro went to dispose the condom and cleaned up. He came back with a wet towel and ordered Shuichi to lay on his back. As he did so, Hiro began to gently clean Shuichi.
"Thanks, Hiro," Shuichi said softly.
"Anything for you, you know that," Hiro said, tossing the towel in a corner.
Hiro climbed into bed with Shuichi, knowing that the vocalist hadn't slept too well since the transition from the hotel floor to the bed of the bus. He gathered Shuichi to him and lightly kissed his lips. For the first time in hours, Shuichi drifted off to a sated slumber.
What seemed like hours later, Shuichi woke up. His body felt sore and the memories assaulted him all at once. With a shake of his head, Shuichi got a grip and slid out of bed. He rummaged around for some clothes and was slammed against the wall as the bus came to a sudden stop. Shuichi laid on the floor, jeans halfway on when K came through.
"Shuichi! Pit stop!"
K glanced at the rumpled bed and then around the room. He found Shuichi twitching on the floor.
"Ah. Ha ha ha, sorry about the abrupt stop! The crew brought it to my attention that they need to be fed. So let's go dine on some fine American cuisine."
"O-okay," Shuichi said, sitting himself up.
"Are you okay, Shuichi?" K asked, sounding concerned.
"Just … don't drive. Let the bus driver drive, for Kami's sake!"
K frowned at Shuichi's comment before laughing.
"That's my Shuichi. Get dressed so we can go to a restaurant properly. No matter how good-looking you may be, you can't go in half-naked," K said as he walked out of Shuichi's room.
Shuichi was glad K was gone before he could see the blush on his face. He slowly stood up and pulled his jeans on, foregoing a pair of boxers. The threatening look on K's face was enough to send Shuichi out in a hurry. He finished putting his hair in a single braid as he stepped off the bus and frowned as he saw the distant backs of his band mates and ASK. Shuichi swore underneath his breath as he took off after them. Huffing and puffing a few seconds later at the entrance, Shuichi went to the men's restroom to straighten up.
He noticed that only one stall was occupied. Shuichi stood in front of a sink and turned the faucet on. He splashed water on his face and straightened his hair. Shuichi shook himself from the real daydreams of his earlier escapade with Hiro. His best friend, for crying out loud! He didn't know if the atmosphere between them was going to be different and he knew there was only one way to find out.
"Damn it, Shu," Shuichi hissed in Japanese, "you're pathetic! Fucking your own best friend! And for what?!"
Shuichi was startled out of his thoughts as he heard movement in the occupied stall. Shock waves reverberated throughout his body as he heard a familiar voice.
"I'm surprised at you, brat."
Shuichi slowly turned around to face the man who starred in his fantasies and nightmares alike. He strengthened his stance and scowled at Yuki. How in the hell, of all the places in America, did he manage to run right into Yuki's path? God must really have it in for him today and he didn't know why. Yuki took in Shuichi's disheveled appearance. He closed the gap between them in a short amount of time and pressed his body against Shuichi.
"Ironic. I intend to finish what we started back in a restaurant in Japan," Yuki said huskily, grabbing a hold of Shuichi's braid.
He tugged Shuichi's head up at an angle and gently worked his mouth against Shuichi. As much as he hated Yuki right now, his body craved Yuki's touch and automatically responded to the familiar touches. Yuki grunted in approval as his hand reached for Shuichi's zipper. His hand hovered mere centimeters from the cloth and felt Shuichi's cock through the rough fabric. Shuichi moaned into the kiss and thrust himself towards Yuki. Yuki broke the kiss and stroked Shuichi.
"So pliant today. I must thank your best friend for putting you in such a state," Yuki said, breaking from the contact.
Shuichi growled and was immediately silenced as Yuki tugged him toward a stall.
"Are you mad?! Someone could walk in at any moment!" Shuichi hissed, trying to gain some sort of sense of the situation.
Yuki didn't respond as he closed the stall door and pinned his body to Shuichi. He assaulted Shuichi's lips and began to unzip Shuichi's jeans. Shuichi tried to protest, although it was all in his mind. Yuki lowered himself on his knees and pulled out Shuichi's hard cock. With no warning or loving dirty phrases, Yuki swallowed Shuichi whole. Something distorted ripped out of Shuichi's throat as he felt Yuki's hot mouth working his length. He began to thrust inside Yuki's mouth and felt his lips curve in a smile.
The tables turned in a moment as Shuichi found himself sitting on the toilet and Yuki towering over him. Without a prompt, Shuichi unzipped Yuki's pants and pulled out Yuki's half-hard cock. Shuichi licked the head and tasted Yuki's seed. With one hand, Shuichi tightened his grip around the base and began to suck Yuki's hardening cock. With his free hand, Shuichi began to stroke himself in time.
"Fuck, brat," Yuki sighed, "since when did you --"
Yuki's sentence was cut short as Shuichi deep-throated him. Shuichi's intentions of silencing the blond worked. He watched as Yuki reached into his jacket and pulled out a condom and a small tube of lubrication. Shuichi immediately pulled Yuki's cock out of his mouth.
"Are you like Houwiennie or some shit? First you appear out of nowhere in nowhere and now you've come prepared like, like you expected to get some ass from me … what the hell's going on?!" Shuichi bit off loudly.
Yuki blatantly ignored Shuichi's outburst and tore the wrapper open. Shuichi could only sit on the toilet and watch Yuki roll the condom on his cock. He then flipped the lid on the lubricant and poured the liquid in his palm. He rubbed his palms together and sheathed his cock in the warming balm. Hands still slick with lubricant, Yuki forced Shuichi up and turned him around.
"This," Yuki said, finding Shuichi's opening with one swift thrust.
An audible scream would have been heard if it wasn't for Yuki's hand clasped over Shuichi's mouth. Yuki began to slowly thrust in and out of Shuichi and leaned in.
"You know I've missed you, brat," Yuki said with uncharacteristic warmth.
The words didn't surprise Shuichi. It was the tone that made Shuichi glance over his shoulder and stare into the piercing gaze of his ex-lover. If only he could be like this every once in a while, then Shuichi wouldn't mind going back. But he knew too much of Yuki's behavior. His body screamed at Yuki's rude entrance but became complacent as his body became familiar again with Yuki. Shuichi turned around to face the wall while Yuki's hand gently grasped the side of his face. He turned his head to the right slightly and found Yuki's fingers. Shuichi began to lick and suckle at the tips of Yuki's fingers, which brought a guttural moan from Yuki.
As his fingers were being sucked and licked, pulled into the hot wet mouth that was Shuichi, his free hand found Shuichi's erection and began to stroke. Shuichi moaned as he felt Yuki stroking his cock and moved his ass backward to meet Yuki's thrusts. Both men sighed in content as their bodies moved of their own accord.
"Yuki … Yuki …" Shuichi moaned.
"Fuck … what, brat," Yuki said, clenching his teeth.
Just the way Shuichi said his name nearly made him come.
"Faster."
One word. That one word broke everything in Yuki and he gave the vocalist what he wanted. He braced himself and moved his feet further apart. With one hand on Shuichi's hip, Yuki thrust with wild abandon. Too many months he couldn't have Shuichi. That one night in Las Vegas wasn't enough to satiate his desire for the younger man. He's had one-night stands and a dieing fling here and there, but he knew that his body yearned for Shuichi. Yuki felt himself tighten as he heard Shuichi moan and felt warm liquid all over his hand. Yuki slammed into Shuichi as he came and kept thrusting as he spent himself.
Their soft and ragged breathing could be heard all around them. Yuki gently pulled out of Shuichi and reached for the toilet paper. He took off the condom and cleaned himself. Shuichi finally moved from his position and stifled a groan as he felt his back protest. Yuki grabbed another handful of toilet paper and turned Shuichi around, cleaning him. Shuichi could only stare dumbly at Yuki's moving hand was brought out of the trance by a deep kiss.
Shuichi still felt dazed as Yuki pulled up his pants. He then pulled up Shuichi's jeans and zipped it for him. Yuki could only smile in satisfaction at his adverse affect on the younger man. He still had him. Yuki clasped Shuichi's hand and led him out of the bathroom. They ran into Suguru, who looked relieved and confused at the two.
"Shuichi! We were waiting for you! Shuichi? Are you okay?" Suguru asked, going immediately to his side.
"I found him wondering around sort of dazed. I think he might have a fever," Yuki said none too friendly.
Suguru shot him a dirty look and pressed his hand to Shuichi's forehead.
"You're practically burning up, Shuichi!" Suguru said in dismay. "I'll walk you back to the bus --"
"It's okay. I'll see to it that he gets into bed," Yuki said, shocking Suguru into silence.
What did Yuki just say? Suguru could only stare at the retreating backs of Yuki and Shuichi. What was Yuki doing here anyway, in all places? But what Yuki said had Suguru doubting his view of Yuki. Suguru was startled out of his thoughts by a voice behind him.
"Where's Shuichi? Was that Yuki?" Taki asked in disbelief as his eyes followed Suguru's gaze.
"Y-yes. Something about Shuichi being sick," Suguru said, turning around to glance at Taki.
"I'm sure something did make him sick," Taki said tightly.
He turned on his heels and headed toward the dining area. Suguru could only follow Taki's lead, his thoughts scattered for the moment. Suguru went back empty-handed and was grilled by K. When K learned of Yuki's presence, Hiro held him back. At Hiro's insistence, K grudgingly let Yuki take care of Shuichi. The rest of the crew and band mates enjoyed a raucous lunch hour. Taki was charged with the task of getting something for Shuichi to eat and the proper medications. Taki scowled, of course, but when the others left, he made sure to pick out dishes that Shuichi would like. He spent thirty minutes in the medicine aisle, oblivious to the stares of men and women. Taki carried his packages carefully to ASK's bus. Ma-kun was ready to make a jibe about Taki's worrisome nature, but thought twice as Ken elbowed him rather hard. He went to his room to change first. Taki nearly dropped his packages at the sight.
Shuichi was stripped down to … nothing, on his bed.
"That damn prick," Taki huffed, placing the packages on the floor. "Left the brat in my bed, huh? What the hell is he playing at?"
Taki turned around and went to the living area of the bus. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water while effectively ignoring Ma-kun's gaze. At that moment he thanked God that Ken wasn't as rambunctious nor troubling as Ma-kun. Taki returned to his room and immediately closed the door.
Glancing at Shuichi's flushed skin made Taki want to high-tail it out of there. Getting a grip on himself and assuring himself that he could handle the younger vocalist, Taki quietly walked to Shuichi. He wasn't sure if he should be within such close proximity of the apparently naked vocalist. With a measured sigh, Taki sat on the edge of the bed. Shuichi was struggling with a nightmare and Taki shuddered, wondering if he was the cause of it.
Shuichi opened his eyes and was surprised to see Taki sitting on his bed. He made a small gesture that caught the attention of Taki. Taki immediately got up and almost bowed in way of apology. Shuichi rolled his eyes and sat up.
"What are you doing in my room?" Shuichi asked, not concerned with his nudity.
"Yuki deposited you into my room," Taki said with a huff.
Shuichi glanced all around him and he didn't recognize his room. He flipped onto his stomach and rummaged through a drawer that looked like his. Shuichi frowned in dismay when he couldn't locate his usual supply of condoms and lube. He looked for a white towel in the corner of the room and didn't find it. Shuichi found Taki looking at him apprehensively.
"Hn. I guess you're right," Shuichi said after a while, stifling a yawn.
Taki nearly face vaulted at Shuichi's casual statement.
"Seeing as how I'm not up to walking to my bus, your bed would be just fine for tonight."
"Now look here, Shuichi, you can't commandeer my own room from me!"
"Who said I was kicking you out?"
"W-what?"
"For someone older than me, you're very naïve," Shuichi said with a huff.
"Naïve?! You want naïve?" Taki hissed through gritted teeth.
With a rather graceful leap, Taki landed on top of Shuichi. He found himself on all fours as he stalked toward Shuichi, who was doing a pitiful job of backing up to the headboard with his dignity intact. Through narrowed eyes, Taki watched with evident amusement at Shuichi's discomfort. Taki stopped millimeters away from Shuichi's quivering lips and gave him a sinister smile.
"Naïve, am I? Naïve takes on many forms, Shuichi. Care to pinpoint mine?"
Taki moved a hand to hover millimeters above Shuichi's growing erection. His mouth hovered millimeters from Shuichi's lips. He kept moving his hand, never touching Shuichi. His lips played a game of teased retreat. All other body parts touched except for what Shuichi wanted. Determined not to give in, Shuichi thought about all the nasty ways he could kill Taki.
First, he'd bind and gag him. Then he'd administer his own torturous punishment before finishing him off. Most of his thoughts centered mainly on the "punishing" part and he realized with a start that these "killing" scenarios weren't quelling his desire. He wouldn't give in to the older man. He couldn't! In a literal sense, Shuichi was tired of being used.
Shuichi's body moved of its' own accord, responding in a way Shuichi didn't want it to. Every time Shuichi tried to feel Taki's touch, Taki would move his hands out of the way. When he settled back down, Taki's hand would hover again over Shuichi's erection. Shuichi took the time to lay back and think of how he could turn the situation around in his favor. Taki sighed inwardly when Shuichi finally settled down. He was about to go when he felt a sudden jerk of his hand.
'Shit,' Taki thought and swallowed hard, 'Shuichi's fucking hard … and …'
Shuichi pulled Taki's hand onto his hard cock. The surprised look on Taki's face was priceless and Shuichi couldn't resist kissing him. Shuichi wound his free hand around Taki's neck and gripped the hair at his nape to pull him in closer. Taki groaned into the kiss and began to close the gap between their bodies. Shuichi's legs spread out underneath Taki's and with one swift movement, Shuichi changed their position. It was now Shuichi on top and Taki on the bottom.
Shuichi smiled triumphantly at his clever move and began assaulting Taki's lips. Taki felt his cock twitch at Shuichi's touch. He thrust upwards into Shuichi's pliant hands, which earned a delighted laugh from Shuichi. Taki didn't feel any shame or remorse. He'd waited for too long for something like this to happen.
"What is it, Taki? Do you wish me to relieve you?" Shuichi snarled, one hand forcing Taki's neck at an impossible angle. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
Taki could only moan in reply at his harsh treatment in the hands of Shuichi. The rough housing turned him on. The point of this demonstration was lost on both parties as Taki tried to take his clothes off. Shuichi got off of Taki and made his way to the drawer and pulled it open. Shuichi pulled out a condom, lube and Suguru's black whip. Taki took the time to undress and was startled to see Shuichi with the whip.
"How'd you come into this?" Shuichi inquired with a hint of amusement.
"Ma-kun thought I'd need for one thing or another. Bastard stuffed it in my drawer. Favor, he said," Taki said with a lilt of disgust.
Shuichi's skin flushed at the word favor. It wasn't too long ago that his best friend bestowed a favor upon him.
"Would you like me to use this on you?" Shuichi asked darkly.
"Just do something," Taki bit off in frustration.
"Impatient? You'll get what you want in due time," Shuichi said, making his way towards Taki.
The handle of the whip was smooth and slick. Shuichi grinned at the implication. Oh yes, Taki was going to get all he wanted and more. Shuichi advanced on Taki, who was propped on his elbows. Shuichi reached for the lubricant and flipped the lid. He poured the liquid on his fingers and began massaging Taki's ass. Shuichi had one firm grip on Taki's cock and he began to lick around the head. Taki moaned as he felt his cock slip deeper into Shuichi's hot mouth. He gasped as he felt a finger stretching him and glanced down at Shuichi. Sure enough, Shuichi had slipped a finger into him and was working a second one in. Shuichi fingered him with sure and confident strokes, going neither too fast nor too slow.
Taki placed his hands on either side of Shuichi's face and beckoned him to suck harder. Shuichi complied as he worked his jaw muscles, taking every inch of Taki inside of his mouth. He felt the tip of Taki's head scrape the back of his throat and took him by surprise as he deep-throated Taki's cock. Taki let out a small cry as he felt simultaneously Shuichi deep-throat him and a third finger working inside of him. He began to thrust upwards, pushing his cock further into Shuichi's mouth. Shuichi removed his fingers and Taki felt a slight loss. He bit back a cry as he felt something cold and hard replace Shuichi's warm fingers. Taki glanced down again and saw the black whip in Shuichi's hand. Shuichi only glanced up at Taki, a ghost of a smirk around his pink lips.
Shuichi moved the whip's handle slowly back and forth, preparing Taki's body for the inevitable. Taki bucked underneath Shuichi's touch and scooted his ass toward Shuichi. Shuichi continued to deep-throat Taki as he moved the handle further into Taki. Inch by slow inch, Shuichi had the whip's handle sheathed in Taki. Taki panted and moaned, wanting Shuichi to move the handle. As if Shuichi read his thoughts, he began to move the handle out of Taki's body. He then moved the handle back in when the tip the handle was visible. Shuichi began at a slow pace but moved the handle at an accelerating rate.
"I … want you inside, Shuichi!" Taki said hoarsely.
Shuichi lifted his head and took Taki's cock out of his mouth.
"What was that?" Shuichi asked.
"I want you inside me!" Taki exclaimed louder.
"What shall I do with the whip, then?"
"Anything! I swear, Shuichi, I want you inside me," Taki panted as Shuichi moved the handle faster.
Without a word, Shuichi removed the handle and felt Taki tremble.
"On your knees and hands," Shuichi said, his voice thick with lust.
Taki did as Shuichi said, bracing himself for the unexpected with the younger vocalist. He waited as patiently as possible while Shuichi put the condom on and lubricate his cock. Shuichi placed the tip of his head at Taki's opening, not yet penetrating the older man. Taki whimpered as he felt Shuichi's cock so near him. He automatically moved his ass backwards toward Shuichi. Shuichi gripped Taki's hips firmly and with one thrust, buried himself to the hilt. Taki bit on his right shoulder as a mangled cry ripped from his ragged throat. Shuichi moved in and out of Taki, thrusting harder.
Taki dropped to his elbows as Shuichi's thrusts became harder. After a few moments, Taki dropped lower on the bed, his arms cushioning his suddenly heavy head. Shuichi felt his cock slide deeper into Taki. Shuichi redoubled his efforts and set an even harder pace on Taki. With one hand, Shuichi searched for the whip and found it nearby, not letting up on Taki. Somehow Shuichi managed to wrap Taki's milky smooth neck in the whip, forcing Taki back on his elbows. Taki let out a choked moan as he felt Shuichi's hand wrap around his cock. Shuichi pumped the length of Taki's cock in time to his own hard thrusts. Taki began to see stars behind his half-lidded gaze. Shuichi slammed into his prostrate and felt his own orgasm ready to explode.
Taki let out a mangled cry as he came. Shuichi's hand was slick with Taki's seed and he raised his hand to his lips, tasting Taki. Shuichi gripped Taki's hips once more as he came and bore down hard on Taki. Shuichi let out a guttural moan and collapsed on top of Taki. Taki rolled onto his side and Shuichi spooned him. The whip was still around Taki's neck as Shuichi slowly removed his cock. The cool lubricant that still coated Shuichi's cock that laid on the back of Taki's thigh brought Taki around to Shuichi.
"Oh, fucking gods," Shuichi cursed lightly, looking at Taki through heavy eyes.
"I second that," Taki said, their panting in tune.
"Let me remove that," Shuichi said, gently touching the whip.
Both men struggled in their satiated haze to move about comfortably as Shuichi extracted the whip from around Taki's neck. He tossed the whip to the side of the bed and it landed with a thud on the floor. Shuichi looked at the pink welts he made and moved to gently trace it with his tongue. Shuichi's warm touch soothed the ache around Taki's neck. When their breathing returned to normal, Shuichi extracted himself from the jumble of limbs and found a shirt. He slid the condom off and cleaned himself. He walked back to Taki and cleaned the vocalist. With a flick of his wrist, the shirt was back on the floor. Shuichi resumed his position and spooned Taki, pulling a sheet over them both. Shuichi lightly grazed Taki's neck as Taki yawned out of exhaustion. They settled into a deep slumber a few minutes later.
Shuichi woke with a start. He looked frantically around him and let out a huge sigh. He raked one hand through his disheveled hair and sat up, rubbing his bleary eyes.
Three.
He couldn't believe that he had three sexual fantasies all in a row! Just that alone made his head ache and his body weak. Shuichi stared at the corner where Hiro supposedly disposed of a white towel. He didn't see it.
"A dream. This entire time it was a fucking dream!" Shuichi said, annoyed at himself.
He noticed, though, that his cock didn't care less to differentiate between reality and fantasy. Shuichi groaned and decided to get it over with. He hated the way his body betrayed him. If this was an indication of whom he was to pick, if anyone, then his love life was in for one hell of a ride. Just what he needed. More added complications to his already complicated life. Shuichi moaned as his hand gripped his hard cock firmly. He didn't bother stroking himself gently. Shuichi kicked at the sheets around his legs and spread his legs, speeding up his strokes at the memory of fucking Taki.
"Taki …" Shuichi whispered with an involuntary groan.
Shuichi shut his eyes as he tried to recall the events during their fantasy love making. He concentrated so hard that he didn't notice a knock on his door. Taki cursed under his breath as he stood at Shuichi's door. Why was it always him that had to get Shuichi? Instead of waiting for an answer, Taki thought a rude awakening would do the younger vocalist good. Who was he anyway, making Taki wait on him hand and foot. Taki quietly opened the door and shut it behind him. When he turned around, Taki lost his breath.
Shuichi was naked on his bed, fucking masterbating! He was startled out of his little revelation when Shuichi whispering his name. Oh, shit.
"Shuichi?" Taki finally ventured.
Shuichi cracked one eye open and realization dawned on him. He looked to his still hand, his hard cock and Taki's shocked facial expression. The situation would have been almost comical if it was a dream, but there Taki stood, in flesh and blood. He could see the steely resolve in Taki's eyes. Shuichi laughed softly.
"Care to join me, Tachi-kun?" Shuichi asked, letting a drip of seduction in his voice drop.
'Oh, SHIT.'
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A/N: Yeah. That took longer than expected. My brain was so over-filled with boy on boy smut that I couldn't properly finish the Taki and Shuichi fantasy until today. I apologize.
And I apologize once more for the delay of the story. So I thought that this would tide some of my reviewers over. I know, I know. It's like bribing you guys with candy. I can't help it! It's been stewing around in my brain forever and now it has leaked out.
I hope you guys like it.
I sort of left it at a cliffy. Gomen.
Hoorah for smutfestiness! I couldn't bring myself to do a Ryu and Shu fantasy. My brain is already dead. Gomen.
Enjoy!