Disclaimer: - I don't own gravitation. Maki Murakami is the creator and sole owner of these wonderful characters. I'm just borrowing them for a bit.
Chapter Twelve.
"Did you see him? He was so sexy I could die. I want to marry him." A girl squealed in delight to her friend.
"No, I'm marrying him. He is so hot. And his body, I just want to hold him close, he doesn't have to do a thing. I'll do all the work." Her friend replied and they both laughed out in excitement.
Behind them Yuki clenched his fists in sudden anger. Taking in a deep breath, he strode past the two fans and headed out to get a taxi. The band was not back stage anymore, which meant they had headed straight to the new hotel. They relocated every time they did a performance because of security. Three months before they had returned to find five girls in the band member's suites waiting for them. Thankfully, Sakano moved the whole band, which meant that he too would be in the same hotel as Shuichi once again.
He needed to talk to that brat about acting like he was seducing his lover on stage. How could he? Dancing and acting so insanely seductive before thousands of people, was he out of his mind? Shaking his head, he paid the cab driver and headed into the hotel, up the stairs to the top floor where Bad Luck's suites were located. Shuichi always took the last room on the floor, so he headed for that door. Not bothering to knock, he flung the door open surprising Shuichi who was in the process of stuffing his mouth with noodles.
"Huh, Yuki?" he managed; his eyes huge with surprise as Yuki slammed the door closed and turned the key. "What are you doing here?"
Yuki ignored the question and removed his coat. Flinging it over the nearest couch, he moved toward Shuichi until he was standing over him. A little uncomfortable with the way Yuki was looking at him, Shuichi abandoned his chopsticks and got up too. His brow creased with a frown.
"Did something happen?" Shuichi asked when Yuki remained silent.
Yuki shook his head, taking in the sight of his lover in an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Looking at him this way, he could easily see the young man who had been crazily in love with him six months ago. This was the real Shuichi, in his true form. No anger, no influence from Ryuichi, this was the Shuichi who had forcefully invaded his heart and decided to stay there. So who had he seen on stage?
"Yuki? Are you okay? Do you want something to eat?" Shuichi questioned with a frown.
Yuki reached out slowly and brought his hand to the back of Shuichi's neck. Bringing his head closer to him so that he leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss that tasted of Italian pasta and Shuichi.
"Mmm…" Shuichi mumbled as Yuki gave him soft little nibble kisses on his lips. Wondering what was wrong with Yuki, pulling away as much as Yuki let him, he asked, "What's going on Yuki?"
"Nothing. Just shut up and let me kiss you." Yuki said softly.
Shuichi frowned as his lips were once again plundered in earnest; it was obvious where this was going on. They were going to end up in the bedroom, or the couch, and as tempting as it was, it was the last thing they needed. "Stop." He said pulling away.
"Why?" Yuki questioned, bringing his arms up to wrap them around Shuichi, his mouth traveling to Shuichi's cheek, down to his ear, then he dropped little kisses down his neck. Stopping to suck on his neck, marking him.
"Stop, Yuki." Shuichi moaned, his eyes closing in bliss. This was so darned hard, why did his body betray him. Didn't he even have an ounce of dignity? Opening his eyes, he brought his arms up to Yuki's chest. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"But this is what we're both good at." Yuki murmured, moving his lips back up toward Shuichi's mouth. "Stop being stubborn."
None of them heard the sound of the door being unlocked. All Shuichi saw was the door swing open, and Ryuichi standing there his hat in his hands. Struggling to get away from Yuki, he watched in horror as Ryuichi flung his hat away, then rushed at them. Grabbing Yuki by the shirt and pulling him off Shuichi. Then to his horror, Ryuichi pulled back and in the next instant, he had punched Yuki in the face, causing him to stumble back at the attack.
Before Shuichi could say another word, both men were on the ground, exchanging punches with brutal force. Panicking, he yelled, "Stop it. Both of you, will you just stop."
None of them heard him.
"What are you doing here?" Ryuichi demanded his teeth gritted.
"Seeing my lover, what are you doing?" Yuki replied grabbing Ryuichi's collar.
Ryuichi used his elbow to hit the side of Yuki's face, at the same time releasing Yuki's hold on his shirt. "Seeing my lover."
"Stop it." Shuichi's voice came in between. Shaking his head, he grabbed Yuki's arms and used all his strength to push him away, before he ran into Ryuichi's arms and said, "Ryuichi stop." Hoping that having him this close would stop Ryuichi from reacting again. Why were they fighting?
Yuki stared in shock at the picture both of them made, Shuichi wrapped around Sakuma. The sight made him green with jealousy and his earlier anger at Shuichi's performance resurfaced. He couldn't stand to see Shuichi in another man's arms. Straightening his clothes, he reached a hand up to wipe a way the drop of blood on his lip.
"Is that true Shuichi?" Yuki asked after a few moments of silence. Shuichi buried his head in Ryuichi's chest afraid to answer that question. He had planned never to tell Yuki, but now there was no point. The question was, would Yuki ignore this little tidbit and listen to his explanation. "I'm asking you a question. I would like an answer, especially after what happened this afternoon."
Shuichi closed his eyes in humiliation. Did he have to say it that way? It wasn't his fault that every time Yuki showed up, his mind lost all sense and all he could think about is being with the man. Did he even realize how special this afternoon had been for him? The man had brought him back from a place he had thought he would never leave.
"Shuichi, have you turned into a whore? Sleeping with any one who is willing?" Yuki asked when Shuichi did not reply his question. "How many men have there been?"
"Shut up, Yuki-san. You don't know what you are saying." Ryuichi said angrily, he could feel Shuichi's body trembling at Yuki's words. How had this happened? He should have never left. He should have stayed by Shuichi's side. May be he would have been able to protect him from Yuki.
"Ah… so not only are you a whore, you are a coward. Letting Sakuma talk for you. I could have sworn-
"Nothing." Shuichi said softly, pulling away from Ryuichi, turning to look at Yuki. With anger he continued. "You come in here, expecting me to get back to the way it was six months ago. You don't even care that there were reasons that drove me out your door. Does it make you happy to say what you are saying? Is it going to make you ecstatic to know that I can't resist you? What happened this afternoon, does that make me a whore to you?"
"It must. Since you are now standing next to Ryuichi, clinging to him like a slave. If you wanted to see other men while you were with me you should have just said so. If I bored you that much." Yuki retorted, his eyes cold and glassy, his mouth twisting in disgust. What had possessed him to come here today?
"That's enough, Yuki-san." Ryuichi said quietly, his fists clenching at the damage Yuki was inflicting on Shuichi with his words. His gaze moved to Shuichi, he could see that the younger man was barely able to stand tall; his body was trembling as though he was going to fall in the next moment. Moving closer, he wrapped an arm around Shuichi's shoulder, "I think you should leave now."
"Leave." Yuki scoffed glaring at Ryuichi. "Shuichi, should I leave you two to it then? You just had me, is Ryuichi going to be able to meet the standard?"
The words were like sharp knives in his heart. Gasping, Shuichi shook his head feeling tears prick in the back of his eyes. Closing his eyes against them, he said softly, "Leave Yuki, go now."
"Oh, did I strike a nerve?"
"Get out!" Shuichi yelled out, his whole body trembling, "GET OUT!!"
Yuki nodded and smiled. Then with a shake of his head, he took slow steps toward them, as he passed them he whispered into Shuichi's ear, "Call me tomorrow, when you resurface, we still need to talk."
Then he walked on to the door, closing it slowly. The moment it clicked, Shuichi's knees buckled and he fell on the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks. His chest heart and he was barely aware that Ryuichi was kneeling beside him, pulling him into his arms. Rocking back and forth. How could Yuki say such things to him? Didn't he realize that today had been the best day of his life in so many months? He had even been able to perform tonight like he hadn't in forever.
Outside his door, Yuki sank to the floor, his eyes closed. What had made him talk that way? An image of Shuichi in Ryuichi's arms reminded him and he groaned in frustration. First the stage, then with Ryuichi, why was Shuichi trying to drive him to the wall? Couldn't he see that he loved him, why did the boy have to punish him with every turn? Sighing, he got up and started walking toward the elevator. Not daring to look back at the closed door and what Shuichi could or not be doing with Ryuichi in there.
Thank you all for the great reviews. They really inspire me to keep working at it. I hope you enjoy this latest chapter, I've always imagined a confrontation with Ryuichi and Yuki would end up in fist fights. It seems as though their personalities clash a bit. Looking forward to hearing your opinions. sincerely elainanna.
