One Bad Week

Chapter 11: Tuesday Part IV

"There you are!"

Looking up after lighting his cigarette, Yuki saw one of two people heading his direction. He leaned back against the hospital's brick wall and exhaled as his sister and Tohma marched over.

"What happened?" the brunette demanded, her eyes racking over Yuki's body in an attempt to find something physically wrong.

"Shuichi." He said calmly, taking another drag. "He kept saying the ceiling was spinning, so I brought him to have him checked out."

"Oh." Mika started to relax a bit. "Next time tell people that instead of just saying 'I'm going to the hospital' and hanging up!"

Yuki rolled his eyes. "I didn't hang up. The phone went dead."

He tried not to wince at the irony of his own phone's battery dying, especially not after chewing Shuichi out for failing to charge his phone before going to the mall.

"So how is Mr. Shindou?" Tohma interjected.

"Sedated."

Seeing both their eyebrows raise in question, Yuki inhaled on his cigarette and continued.

"He was kind of out of it on the way here, but once he realized where we were at he started freaking out. So they had to sedate him."

"Ah." Tohma said, nodding. "Because of the gurney incident."

"I would imagine, yes."

"Is there anything we can do, Eiri?" the blond asked quietly.

Shaking his head and pulling himself off the wall, Yuki ground his cigarette into the concrete and turned to head back inside.

"Count my gray hairs maybe." he muttered as the sliding doors opened.

Having imagined things couldn't possibly get any worse, Shuichi was greeted with the realization that yes, they can, as soon as he opened his eyes. Staring up at the white ceiling of the all-too-familiar hospital, he could feel his heart beat rapidly increasing as several very painful memories came to him.

Flinging the sheets off, he stood up and decided he was going home damn it!

Of course, it was possible the sedative hadn't really worn off and the buzz he had going was talking but…

He was so going home!

Stumbling around the room, Shuichi reached the door and went instantly on 'spy' mode. Cracking the door open, and with the 'Mission Impossible' theme running through his head, he carefully peeked out and scanned the hallway.

All clear.

Plastering himself up against the wall, Shuichi very quietly slid around the door and began to shimmy down the hallway. At one point he had to mold himself behind a potted plant to avoid a few nurses walking by, but overall, his mission so far was a complete success.

Beaming from his victory thus far, Shuichi opted for a new approach at escaping: run like hell.

It was sloppier and had a higher rate of being caught; but it was also much, much faster.

Flying down the hallway at top speed, his flimsy hospital gown flapping around him, Shuichi grinned as the elevator came into view.

Almost there!

Suddenly, he found himself air borne - flying backwards after a sharp tug against his gown before being plunged into darkness.

Blinking, he realized he was in what seemed to be a closet.

And there was…someone…else…in here too…

"AHHH-"

A hand clamped over his mouth and a cold voice leaned into his ear to whisper.

"Shh…"

Relaxing at the familiar tone, and feeling slightly naughty do to his recent activities; Shuichi took the opportunity to lick Yuki's hand. He heard an intake of breath as the hand pulled back and grinned before wrapping his arms around the blond's neck.

A bit hard to do in the dark, but he managed.

"Hey, Yuki. Don't you want to play?" he purred out. "Two closets in two days…"

The playful tone of his voice appeared to be too much for the novelist as a pair of lips crashed down onto his own. Shuichi moaned into the kiss, feeling the effects of his lover's closeness instantly shooting to his groin. In his sedative-cloudy mind Shuichi didn't seem to register that his boyfriend had apparently dropped a few inches in height, nor that the man playing tonsil hockey with him smelled like mangos instead of vanilla.

Not that Tatsuha was complaining of course.

He'd been with Mika when she'd called Eiri and had, of course, tagged along to check on his brother. Seeing the blond standing outside had led him to the conclusion that it was Shuichi in the hospital and not his brother after all. So, naturally, he'd decided to pay the Ryuichi-look-a-like a visit. Seeing him running down the hallway had only given him the idea to pull the pink-haired singer into the closet for a good scare.

But now…

Hell, who'd want to scare someone that was so good at sucking on your tongue?

His Ryuichi obsessed mind began to cloud over, leaving him to forget in the dark closet that it was, in fact, Shuichi's hospital gown and not Ryuichi's that he was reaching under.

And Shuichi. Well all he wanted was for his lover to screw his brains out.

Right now.

Grabbing 'Yuki's' hand, the singer drew three fingers into his mouth and began to suck on them furiously as he drew down and began unbuttoning 'Yuki's' pants. Reaching a hand inside, he heard the 'blond' gasp as he began to stroke away.

Tatsuha ran a hand under the singer's gown, playing and pinching every inch of skin he could find, heat rising at every moan and groan that issued forth from around the lips holding his fingers. Pulling at his own pants with his free hand, Tatsuha let the jeans fall to the floor as he shoved the singer into the wall and began to grind against him.

Shuichi pulled the wet fingers from his mouth, moaning as their erections collided against one another. A few moments of grinding and they were both panting with want. Unable to stand it any more, the pink-haired man drew his 'lover's' head down and began suckling on the 'blond's' ear before whispering huskily.

"Need you. Now."

Unable to resist the sexy voice of the man he now saw as Ryuichi, Tatsuha quickly reached his moistened fingers behind and slowly slide one finger into 'Ryuichi's' opening. The singer groaned as the digit worked its way inside, unconsciously bucking against it as he fought for control of his body. Several minutes and fingers later, both men were ready to explode.

The faintest hint of light played off a small bottle sitting on a nearby shelf and, curious, Tatsuha reached out and grabbed the little tube.

"Look what I found..." he said, voice hoarse with desire as he waved the little bottle close enough for the singer to see it.

Shuichi smiled and grabbed the bottle of lube from his 'lover', squirting a generous amount onto his hand before tossing it aside and firmly grabbing the 'blond's' member. Tatsuha moaned in approval as the singer began to coat him, the skilled fingers tracing over every inch of his exposed manhood.

Before they suddenly stopped.

It took a few seconds for reality to come back and when it did, it was not happy.

"Something…wrong?" he breathed out, not really sure how to handle the situation now that he remembered exactly who he was in the closet with now.

A forceful tug had him biting back a moan.

Shuichi's brow knotted in frustration and concern as he once again tried to move his hand. Another breathy moan issued forth from the man before him, and this time it actually reached the singer's brain that the pitch was way off for Yuki. Come to think of it, a lot of things were off about the 'Yuki' standing before him.

And only one person could possibly have fooled him.

"Tatsuha?"

Caught, the monk could only blush (as if Shuichi could see it).

"Um…April Fool's?"

It took a few seconds for the Yuki-imposter to convince Shuichi that being caught inside the closet right now would be EXTREMELY difficult to explain. Once the singer had calmed down, Tatsuha only then realized he was still being 'held'.

"Uh, Shuichi? Could you, I don't know, let me go now?"

And once again, Shuichi tried.

And once again, it wasn't happening.

"Ah. Funny thing. I think my hand's…stuck."

"What?" Tatsuha felt panic starting to set in. "What do you have a cramp or something?"

"No, you moron! I think my hand's stuck to your…uh…"

Shuichi's blush almost literally lit up the dark closet. Bending down and fumbling around for a few minutes (hard to do when certain parts of your anatomy are being held), Tatsuha finally found the small bottle Shuichi had previously discarded.

Holding it up to the slight crack of light coming through the closet, the teen's face paled as he managed to read the printed words across the surface.

'Industrial Strength Super Glue.'

'Guaranteed to Never Wear Off.'