Everything I Wish I had
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: If any of you readers don't know what fan service is:
1.) You have been very, very deprived
2.) Think of two stars on stage, doing sexual type actions for their fans'
enjoyment. (Think of Gackt in Vanilla, Mars tour tee hee!)
Chapter Two
The next day was relatively uneventful, resulting in straight practice with
little to no breaks, leaving Shuichi feeling ragged. However, it wasn't practice
itself was not that had the greatest effect on the vocalist, rather, having to
keep he and Ryuichi's plans secret from everyone, even Hiro. But as the concert
crept closer and closer, his anxiety grew, and he couldn't wait for the next
day, eyes alight as he pranced out of the practice room, Ryuichi happily
skipping at his side.
Shuichi was still in awe though, at the transformation Ryuichi went through on
stage, transforming into the serious, and alluring body that so many fangirls
idolized; it was so different from the Sakuma-san he knew, it was as thought
they were two different personalities trapped inside one body. His thoughts
distracted him to the point that he almost completely missed Ryuichi shouting
into his ear.
"SHUICHI!!!" The hyperactive brunette shouted at the top of his lungs, curious
eyes studying the pink haired vocalist.
" Hai, gomen," Shuichi apologized, eyes downcast.
" Does Shuichi want to have another sleep over?" Ryuichi happily replied, eyes
sparkling as though he had already forgotten how Shuichi had previously been
ignoring him.
At first a little shocked at his idol's propostion, he smiled and replied, "
Sure."
" WAI!!" Ryuichi cried, grabbing a hold of Shuichi's hand and running," Kumagoro
wants to get back fast and have lots of fun with Shu-chan no da!" The entire
sentence blow out in one huge breath, and the pet name rolling off his lips as
though he had always been using it.
Ignoring the stupified looks of a few fangirls along the way, and also quickly
averting their groping hands, the two men rushed at top speed, to Shuichi's
apartment. Slamming the door closed behind them, Shuichi crouched, heaving, and
attempted to catch his lost breath, Ryuichi prancing around him with the same
energy he had left the studio with.
'How does he do it?' Shuichi was a little puzzled, but quickly dismissed it as
he was dragged into his own kitchen by a speed talking brunette.
" Kumagoro wants chips, and pocky, and popcorn, and ice cream,and pop..." He
went on for a minute straight, naming off every snack food Shuichi could think
of, and even some the sweets loving vocalist had never heard of.
Halting the other in midsentence, he answered, " Why don't we just start off
with some pocky? Yuki doesn't usually let me fill up our cupboards with too much
junk food. But he lets me have all the pocky I want." Shuichi smiled, pulling a
couple packages of Strawberry pocky, followed by white chocolate, and a box of
Men's pocky TM (don't laugh, I've seen it!)
" Aww..." Ryuichi pouted, " This Yuki guy doesn't sound like very much fun no
da." However, his expression soon changed, and he stole all of the pocky and ran
into the living room, laughing.
"Oi!" Shuichi hollered, chasing the far more energetic vocalist in circles,
trying to keep up with the easily evading Ryuichi. It was really tiring, but
Shuichi could not recall the last timehe had so much fun... on his date with
Yuki, most likely.
Collapsing onto the couch, Shuichi sighed, relaxing against the cushions as
Ryuichi picked a movie. " Okay you've won." The purple eyed bishounen sighed,
waiting intently for the movie Ryuichi would pick.
Chibified, eyes twinkling as he turned, Ryuichi begged," Can we watch this one?"
Displaying a copy of David Bowie's, The Labyrinth (YAY!), as he waddled over to
the couch expectantly. " Pweeze!"
" Hai, hai." Shuichi agreed, he didn't exactly see Ryuichi as that type, but
tossed the thought away as he popped the tape in, turning on both the TV, and
VCR, pressing play. He settled back down on the couch, with a sigh, hand
searching for the remote as he fastforwarded through all of the previews.
Somehow, through the course of the previews Ryuichi had lept onto the couch; and
by the time Shuichi had pressed play, the brunette had curled up in his lap, a
stick of pocky jutting out of the corner of his mouth. It was a little shocking
at first, but he released his concerns; it was comfortable, and Ryuichi was too
innocent to try anything.
Shuichi wasn't sure when, but during the film, he felt the warmth surround him
and his eyelids droop, drifting into a deepening slumber.
~***~
Shuichi could clearly hear, through the heavy curtains, the frantic cheers of
thousands of anxious fans; the noise resounded in his ears, making his lood run
fast in his veins, and his own anxiety was close to getting the better of him.
Offstage, the group of six awaited their introduction; while the warm up band,
another one sponsored by NG, reached their climax. Shuichi almost felt bad for
the new band, sure it was their big break, but to try to satistfy so many fans,
it even made him nervous.
A soft tapping on his left shoulder broke him out of the momentary, fear induced
trance, and he turned to face a smiling Ryuichi. The brunette was clad in his
usual stage costume, as was Shuichi, and he was absolutely beaming. Pulling
Shuichi's face mere inches from his own, he whispered only loud enough for the
vocalist to hear, " Rage beat, " and winked mischeiviously. The music began to
fade, and Shuichi could no longer ask exactly what the song title meant, but he
had some idea that it corresponded with their plan. The Rage Beat was to be
their last song of the night, upon Ryuichi's insistence, and now Shuichi could
see why.
The warm up band, Fire Wall, gave each of them a reassuring nod, the stress of
entertaining the crowd obvious on their faces, as they walked past, and the
purple eyed man gulped nervously. The butterflies in his stomach flapped
uncontrollably, and he felt as though the sheer force with which they flapped
would send him flying out of the building. Swallowing both his fear and anxiety,
he bounced onto stage, behind Ryuichi, into the darkness; Mr.K had insisted that
they enter in darkness, as a means of surprise, and to make an appearance as one
band, arriving all at once. Sakuma's strong hand fell on Shuichi's shoulder,
patting reassuringly while he whispered a near silent, "good luck."
The lights burst on, their warmth instantly reaching the pink haired vocalist,
and the roar of music erupted from the speakers to both his left and right. That
familiar zest flooded his body, and his face contorted into the biggest smile he
could manage, every pore on his body felt marinated in recognition, and
confidence exploded from within him as did his voice. It was an exhilerating
feeling, to have thousands of people screaming his name, but what was even more
amazing, was teh way his voice was echoed by the angelic voice of Ryuichi, and
Ryuichi his. It was as though they had melded into one, and it was the most
amazing thing he had ever felt, even more amazing than the first timehe had sung
with Sakuma-san.
Purple eyes wandered to Sakuma Ryuichi, and the sheer awe was even present in
his voice; this was his idol, the man he had idolized, not the Sakuma Ryuichi he
had sleepovers with, this was the image he gave to his fans, and it left even
Shuichi gaping in awe. Shaking the thought away, he threw all his energy into
the words that burst from his heart, and his lips; his dream had come true, and
he would not let himself ruin it.
Nittle Graspers' songs echoed through him with the same fluency that his own
did, as though they were one of his own, and song after song only left him an
intensifying rapture. Self satistfaction would be way too weak a word to
describe the pride he had in himself, and the happiness that threatened to drown
him, but he pressed on with increasing vigor. The next song would be their last,
Rage Beat, and the anticipation was almost too much to handle, their plan having
gnawed at the back of his mind all night.
The lights darkened once more, and he took a deep breath, eyes glued to the
crowd, a smile painted across his face from ear to ear. Each second stretched,
and his body tensed as music erupted from the speakers and the spotlights
focused on him once more.
" Obieta netsukide," his surprizingly deep voice was echoed by his idol and the
words, 'his words' flooded out, as if released from behind a huge dam, projected
onto the crowd. Every nerve in his body was ringing, a sheen of sweat covered
his body, and his eyes sparkled.
Shuichi let the microphone drop, Hiro's guitar solo taking over, and he gave
himself time to catch his breath. However, strong arms wrapped around him, and
he could fell Ryuichi's hot breath on his neck, the pink haired bishounen could
not help but freeze, standing still in place.
Moist lips trailed up and down his neck from behind, and a steady hands
carressed his torso, one enicircling his navel while the other slid below,
groping him knowledgebly. His skin felt as though it were on fire, and time
seemed to freeze as the minstruations of his idol continued. Teeth nibbled on
his earlobe, and the purple eyed bishounen almost melted backwards, a low purr
escaping his half open lips; he could hear his heart beat loud in his ears, as
though the vital organ pulsated in that exact location. Blood pooled in his
groin, and he could feel himself hardening beneath the posessive caresses.
The crowd cheered louder than he had ever imagined possible, roaring high above
the music, drowning out the deafening speakers, a few feet away from him. It was
then that Ryuichi released him, pulling away speedily, and leaving Shuichi's
heated form alone. The vocalist could hear his partner's voice singing the
remaining lyrics of the song, and he joined in, although lacking his former
gusto. He was dazed, confused, and wanted more than anything to rush off of the
stage.
The end of the song seemed so far away, but he somehow lasted until it's end,
and rushed off the stage directly afterwards. His feet propelled him at unknown
speeds, and before long his was heaving from the corner of a locked bathroom
stall. That was the last thing he had expected fan service to be, his innocence
guarding against that possibility; and to make matters worse, he had enjoyed the
experience, he was even aroused by it!
Ryuichi had aroused him beyond anything Yuki had ever done, and had brought him
to such lengths in such a short period of time. Things were not supposed to work
out that way! He did it all for Yuki, betrayed him far more than his conscious
would ever let him get away with; and yet, his thoughts kept returning to the
event, longing...
***End of Chapter Two*** Giggles insanely ^-^!!!
By the way, I don't not own the Labyrinth ( Actually, I do own the movie, but I
don't own rights) I just used the name because it's my favourite movie, so don't
sue me !
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: If any of you readers don't know what fan service is:
1.) You have been very, very deprived
2.) Think of two stars on stage, doing sexual type actions for their fans'
enjoyment. (Think of Gackt in Vanilla, Mars tour tee hee!)
Chapter Two
The next day was relatively uneventful, resulting in straight practice with
little to no breaks, leaving Shuichi feeling ragged. However, it wasn't practice
itself was not that had the greatest effect on the vocalist, rather, having to
keep he and Ryuichi's plans secret from everyone, even Hiro. But as the concert
crept closer and closer, his anxiety grew, and he couldn't wait for the next
day, eyes alight as he pranced out of the practice room, Ryuichi happily
skipping at his side.
Shuichi was still in awe though, at the transformation Ryuichi went through on
stage, transforming into the serious, and alluring body that so many fangirls
idolized; it was so different from the Sakuma-san he knew, it was as thought
they were two different personalities trapped inside one body. His thoughts
distracted him to the point that he almost completely missed Ryuichi shouting
into his ear.
"SHUICHI!!!" The hyperactive brunette shouted at the top of his lungs, curious
eyes studying the pink haired vocalist.
" Hai, gomen," Shuichi apologized, eyes downcast.
" Does Shuichi want to have another sleep over?" Ryuichi happily replied, eyes
sparkling as though he had already forgotten how Shuichi had previously been
ignoring him.
At first a little shocked at his idol's propostion, he smiled and replied, "
Sure."
" WAI!!" Ryuichi cried, grabbing a hold of Shuichi's hand and running," Kumagoro
wants to get back fast and have lots of fun with Shu-chan no da!" The entire
sentence blow out in one huge breath, and the pet name rolling off his lips as
though he had always been using it.
Ignoring the stupified looks of a few fangirls along the way, and also quickly
averting their groping hands, the two men rushed at top speed, to Shuichi's
apartment. Slamming the door closed behind them, Shuichi crouched, heaving, and
attempted to catch his lost breath, Ryuichi prancing around him with the same
energy he had left the studio with.
'How does he do it?' Shuichi was a little puzzled, but quickly dismissed it as
he was dragged into his own kitchen by a speed talking brunette.
" Kumagoro wants chips, and pocky, and popcorn, and ice cream,and pop..." He
went on for a minute straight, naming off every snack food Shuichi could think
of, and even some the sweets loving vocalist had never heard of.
Halting the other in midsentence, he answered, " Why don't we just start off
with some pocky? Yuki doesn't usually let me fill up our cupboards with too much
junk food. But he lets me have all the pocky I want." Shuichi smiled, pulling a
couple packages of Strawberry pocky, followed by white chocolate, and a box of
Men's pocky TM (don't laugh, I've seen it!)
" Aww..." Ryuichi pouted, " This Yuki guy doesn't sound like very much fun no
da." However, his expression soon changed, and he stole all of the pocky and ran
into the living room, laughing.
"Oi!" Shuichi hollered, chasing the far more energetic vocalist in circles,
trying to keep up with the easily evading Ryuichi. It was really tiring, but
Shuichi could not recall the last timehe had so much fun... on his date with
Yuki, most likely.
Collapsing onto the couch, Shuichi sighed, relaxing against the cushions as
Ryuichi picked a movie. " Okay you've won." The purple eyed bishounen sighed,
waiting intently for the movie Ryuichi would pick.
Chibified, eyes twinkling as he turned, Ryuichi begged," Can we watch this one?"
Displaying a copy of David Bowie's, The Labyrinth (YAY!), as he waddled over to
the couch expectantly. " Pweeze!"
" Hai, hai." Shuichi agreed, he didn't exactly see Ryuichi as that type, but
tossed the thought away as he popped the tape in, turning on both the TV, and
VCR, pressing play. He settled back down on the couch, with a sigh, hand
searching for the remote as he fastforwarded through all of the previews.
Somehow, through the course of the previews Ryuichi had lept onto the couch; and
by the time Shuichi had pressed play, the brunette had curled up in his lap, a
stick of pocky jutting out of the corner of his mouth. It was a little shocking
at first, but he released his concerns; it was comfortable, and Ryuichi was too
innocent to try anything.
Shuichi wasn't sure when, but during the film, he felt the warmth surround him
and his eyelids droop, drifting into a deepening slumber.
~***~
Shuichi could clearly hear, through the heavy curtains, the frantic cheers of
thousands of anxious fans; the noise resounded in his ears, making his lood run
fast in his veins, and his own anxiety was close to getting the better of him.
Offstage, the group of six awaited their introduction; while the warm up band,
another one sponsored by NG, reached their climax. Shuichi almost felt bad for
the new band, sure it was their big break, but to try to satistfy so many fans,
it even made him nervous.
A soft tapping on his left shoulder broke him out of the momentary, fear induced
trance, and he turned to face a smiling Ryuichi. The brunette was clad in his
usual stage costume, as was Shuichi, and he was absolutely beaming. Pulling
Shuichi's face mere inches from his own, he whispered only loud enough for the
vocalist to hear, " Rage beat, " and winked mischeiviously. The music began to
fade, and Shuichi could no longer ask exactly what the song title meant, but he
had some idea that it corresponded with their plan. The Rage Beat was to be
their last song of the night, upon Ryuichi's insistence, and now Shuichi could
see why.
The warm up band, Fire Wall, gave each of them a reassuring nod, the stress of
entertaining the crowd obvious on their faces, as they walked past, and the
purple eyed man gulped nervously. The butterflies in his stomach flapped
uncontrollably, and he felt as though the sheer force with which they flapped
would send him flying out of the building. Swallowing both his fear and anxiety,
he bounced onto stage, behind Ryuichi, into the darkness; Mr.K had insisted that
they enter in darkness, as a means of surprise, and to make an appearance as one
band, arriving all at once. Sakuma's strong hand fell on Shuichi's shoulder,
patting reassuringly while he whispered a near silent, "good luck."
The lights burst on, their warmth instantly reaching the pink haired vocalist,
and the roar of music erupted from the speakers to both his left and right. That
familiar zest flooded his body, and his face contorted into the biggest smile he
could manage, every pore on his body felt marinated in recognition, and
confidence exploded from within him as did his voice. It was an exhilerating
feeling, to have thousands of people screaming his name, but what was even more
amazing, was teh way his voice was echoed by the angelic voice of Ryuichi, and
Ryuichi his. It was as though they had melded into one, and it was the most
amazing thing he had ever felt, even more amazing than the first timehe had sung
with Sakuma-san.
Purple eyes wandered to Sakuma Ryuichi, and the sheer awe was even present in
his voice; this was his idol, the man he had idolized, not the Sakuma Ryuichi he
had sleepovers with, this was the image he gave to his fans, and it left even
Shuichi gaping in awe. Shaking the thought away, he threw all his energy into
the words that burst from his heart, and his lips; his dream had come true, and
he would not let himself ruin it.
Nittle Graspers' songs echoed through him with the same fluency that his own
did, as though they were one of his own, and song after song only left him an
intensifying rapture. Self satistfaction would be way too weak a word to
describe the pride he had in himself, and the happiness that threatened to drown
him, but he pressed on with increasing vigor. The next song would be their last,
Rage Beat, and the anticipation was almost too much to handle, their plan having
gnawed at the back of his mind all night.
The lights darkened once more, and he took a deep breath, eyes glued to the
crowd, a smile painted across his face from ear to ear. Each second stretched,
and his body tensed as music erupted from the speakers and the spotlights
focused on him once more.
" Obieta netsukide," his surprizingly deep voice was echoed by his idol and the
words, 'his words' flooded out, as if released from behind a huge dam, projected
onto the crowd. Every nerve in his body was ringing, a sheen of sweat covered
his body, and his eyes sparkled.
Shuichi let the microphone drop, Hiro's guitar solo taking over, and he gave
himself time to catch his breath. However, strong arms wrapped around him, and
he could fell Ryuichi's hot breath on his neck, the pink haired bishounen could
not help but freeze, standing still in place.
Moist lips trailed up and down his neck from behind, and a steady hands
carressed his torso, one enicircling his navel while the other slid below,
groping him knowledgebly. His skin felt as though it were on fire, and time
seemed to freeze as the minstruations of his idol continued. Teeth nibbled on
his earlobe, and the purple eyed bishounen almost melted backwards, a low purr
escaping his half open lips; he could hear his heart beat loud in his ears, as
though the vital organ pulsated in that exact location. Blood pooled in his
groin, and he could feel himself hardening beneath the posessive caresses.
The crowd cheered louder than he had ever imagined possible, roaring high above
the music, drowning out the deafening speakers, a few feet away from him. It was
then that Ryuichi released him, pulling away speedily, and leaving Shuichi's
heated form alone. The vocalist could hear his partner's voice singing the
remaining lyrics of the song, and he joined in, although lacking his former
gusto. He was dazed, confused, and wanted more than anything to rush off of the
stage.
The end of the song seemed so far away, but he somehow lasted until it's end,
and rushed off the stage directly afterwards. His feet propelled him at unknown
speeds, and before long his was heaving from the corner of a locked bathroom
stall. That was the last thing he had expected fan service to be, his innocence
guarding against that possibility; and to make matters worse, he had enjoyed the
experience, he was even aroused by it!
Ryuichi had aroused him beyond anything Yuki had ever done, and had brought him
to such lengths in such a short period of time. Things were not supposed to work
out that way! He did it all for Yuki, betrayed him far more than his conscious
would ever let him get away with; and yet, his thoughts kept returning to the
event, longing...
***End of Chapter Two*** Giggles insanely ^-^!!!
By the way, I don't not own the Labyrinth ( Actually, I do own the movie, but I
don't own rights) I just used the name because it's my favourite movie, so don't
sue me !