Author's notes and warnings:  *sigh*  I'm sure you've noticed the change in the rating of this fic…I've seen similar things happened all over FF.net…  It's just too bad we have to be…censored?  I guess this is similar to censorship…we have to conform or else… Oh well.

Thanks to my reviewers, as always…there can be no stories without you:

Kawaii: *LOL* I'm glad you liked it!  Thank you very much!  I hope you're checking out Gravitation to see how HOT Ryuuichi is, right?  Not because of the pink bunny…?

Mouse-chan: Thanks for the encouraging words and the e-mail!  I did modify the rating and I guess I'd have to be less graphic in my lemons from now on…  SO not cool!!  Hmmm…I'm familiar with the music CDs but not the book-on-CD thing.  Mizu Kagami is my all-time favorite song, EVER!  I listen to it all day at work!  So beautiful!  Thanks again!!!

Shadow Priestess: See?  For a young writer, you have every reason to be proud of your work!  I'm sorry you didn't like the lemon, I'm afraid it's going in that direction in this story.  I think it's fitting for the characters I'm writing, especially Chichiri.  He's not the same as in the other stories…  I hope you can bear with me?  Arigatou, no da!

Lily254: *LOL* Another person who didn't like my lemon!  Gomen!  Tasuki and Chichiri WILL have their own lemon; don't worry!  This IS a Chi/Tas fic, after all.  Besides, I had Chichiri walk in on Tasuki during sex in 'REDEMPTION'; it's only fair that Tasuki gets to watch Chichiri, ne?

Lady Pyrrha: *giggles* The bunny (Kumagorou) is strange but he makes Ryuuichi so…well…unique!  Thank you!

Shinigami: Don't give up on FF.net just yet.  Many stories have been modified to 'R' rating all over the site.  We, as writers, just have to be more…creative when we write and post our stories.  Stay with me on this, okay?

Chisama: I won't leave you guys hanging.  They will get together and you'll read it even if I have to e-mail the story to every person who requests it!  Thank you!

Sakata: Same seiyuu!  Can you imagine an anime crossover…with a lemon?  How confusing is that?  But I'll bet he'd enjoy it!  I know I would!  Arigatou, no da!

Hitari-chan: Hopefully with the 'R' rating, this story will stay put.  If not, I'll e-mail new chapters to you if you want. *grins*  I used to post at Media Miner, I just didn't get the encouragement that I get here…but I could always go back.  Are you anticipating the LOTR Special Edition coming out in Oct.?  I am SO getting it!  Anyway, K is introduced in this chapter as well as Shuuichi and Yuki.  And I want that PWP!!!

Keimei: *LOL* You'll get some Chi/Tas lime in this chapter, good enough?  Not a full blown lemon yet, I have to build the anticipation…*LOL* Besides, I have to satisfy the 'R' rating, you know.  But hang in there, okay?  I won't leave Tasuki hanging! Thank you for the review!

Xellas: *jumping up and down happily*  I like this Chiri too! Ooooh, and more Tasuki squirming coming right up!  ~.~ Arigatou!!

TigerBlak: Arigatou, na no da!!!  I'm so happy you liked it so far!  Southern style?  *LOL* I'm touched…(((HUGS)))

This chapter will explain Chichiri's past as well as Ryuuichi.  I know I was into a K/Ryuuichi romance and since I was freaking out Hitari-chan, and I do want Tohma away from Yuki, I'm switching to Ryuuichi/Tohma instead.  I just love Quatre…I refuse to believe that anyone who looked like that could be…bad.   I know, I know, fickle!  Oh, well…

Warning:  Heavy Lime…Chichiri/Tasuki

Songs Of The Heart – Chapter 4: The Past

By Moonraven

"No fucking way!" Tasuki stared open-mouth at his braided friend.

"Yes, way."  Nuriko nodded knowingly.  "And quit yelling, will ya Tasuki?"  He looked around the NG building's café to see if anyone could overhear their conversation.  He loved a good story as well as the next guy (or gal) but he knew enough to only share them with his closest friends.

Hotohori's jaws dropped the same time as Tasuki's and he gaped at Nuriko in disbelieve.  Where did he GET this stuff?  Nuriko reached over and gently closed his mouth.

"Hotohori, as gorgeous as you are, that look just…well isn't becoming."  He teased the handsome man.

Hotohori swallowed and frowned.  "Where…? When…? How…?"  He couldn't even begin to voice his question.

"It's the truth."  Nuriko nodded solemnly.  "Everyone knows it, ne, Shu-chan?  They just won't say it in the open."  Nuriko turned to a red-faced teen with bright pink hair who looked like he'd rather be anywhere but there.

Shuuichi Shindoh glanced uneasily between his 3 new friends.  He had NO idea how Nuriko could get information so fast and so accurately.  They had just been there a little over a week.  The boy was so good it was scary.

"Anou…Nuriko-kun, I don't think---" Shuuichi didn't get to finish because the energetic pretty boy was already giving more details.

"Shu-chan's boyfriend was the cause of the break-up, ne, Shuuichi?"  He leaned in towards the center of the round table and almost whispered.  "Tohma was besotted with young Eiri and left Ryuuichi in the cold."  Nuriko put his hand over his heart melodramatically.  "So sad, I tell you.  Ryuuichi was heartbroken and nearly went crazy.  I heard that's when the rabbit thing got really bizarre.  That was, what, six years ago?"  He turned to the young teen by his side.  Shuuichi was wringing his hands on the table unhappily.

Hotohori, seeing the young man so distraught, put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.  "I doubt that Nuriko's got all his facts straight…"  He paused when Shuuichi gave him an 'Oh-he-got-it-straight-alright' look.  The older man cleared his throat uncomfortably before continuing.  "Not that it mattered, Yuki-san is with you now, all that is just water under the bridge."  He turned and gave Nuriko a disapproving frown.

"Hotohori!"  The braided boy gave an exasperated sigh.  "Of course it's ancient history.  I'm not saying this to get Shu-chan all upset."  Nuriko looked around conspiratorially and almost giggled.  "The interesting part concerns Tasuki's heartthrob from Siberia."

"HE'S NOT MY FUCKING HEARTTHROB!"  Tasuki jumped up and yelled at the top of his lung, attracting the attention of everyone in and around the café.  Unfortunately for the furious redhead, the 'heartthrob from Siberia' was standing in the doorway with a brooding, tall blond.  Both men, as well as everyone else, turned in the direction of their table and Nuriko eeped in fright as he ducked under the table.

For the hundredth time since he had set eyes on the inscrutable man, Tasuki wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

The bored expression turned cynical at the sight of the redhead and a brow rose mockingly as he realized the exclamation pertained to him.  The single taunting eye traveled up and down Tasuki's body slowly, reminding the flustered young man of what he had been partied to a few days ago.  To Tasuki's ultimate humiliation, his body began responding to the erotic scrutiny.  Tasuki swallowed hard and sat down hastily; he SO did not need this.

But it was too late.  Chichiri's customary smirked appeared as his eye rested briefly on the growing bulge in the younger man's pants.  He captured Tasuki's embarrassed gaze as the younger man sat down, then he leaned over and said something to the tall blond next to him.  A ferocious frown appeared on the blonde's handsome face and his eyes narrowed severely as they rested on the pink haired teen.  Next to him, Tasuki could hear Shuuichi whimpered at the look and empathized one hundred percent.  He was the target of the same look many times over…usually from Chichiri.

Tasuki stared at the two men walking gracefully towards him and his friends and swore they took the same course in 'How to Glare For Optimum Effect'.  What the hell? 

"Yu…ki."  Shuuichi squeaked next to the redhead.  Tasuki looked at the advancing blond then back at his new friend.

"So this is your boyfriend?  Eiri Yuki?"

"H-Hai."  Shuuichi swallowed. Yuki hated it when people discuss Chichiri; he was as protective of the man as Tohma was protective of him.  Shuuichi wanted nothing more that moment than to join Nuriko under the table.  Well, maybe he wanted one thing more but at the current expression on Yuki's face, he doubted that he would get THAT anytime soon.

"Brat."  Yuki said silkily as he stopped at their table.

"Yuki."  Shuuichi squeaked.  "W-what a surprise.  You didn't tell me you were coming."

There was a long pause before Yuki replied.  During which time, Shuuichi had stopped breathing.

"So I didn't."  He looked annoyed, as if the younger boy had no right to know his whereabouts.

Surprisingly, it was Chichiri who came to the normally genki teen's rescue.

"Shuuichi, K is looking for you. I think he's in recording room 4."  He said evenly but the expression in his eye softened slightly as he talked to the teen.  "I would hurry, if I were you.  He was fingering that gun of his all morning. "  

Tasuki could almost see a hint of a smile on that unyielding face.  It was as if the man had taken pity on the young vocalist and gave him an escape route.  Tasuki wondered distractedly how he could get the man to show HIM that kind of gentleness…like the one he witnessed when Chichiri talked to Ryuuichi Sakuma…

"H-Hai!"  Shuuichi scrambled over Tasuki and out of the booth they were sitting in.  "I'll see you tonight, Yuki."  He whispered to his lover as he scrambled past the blond.

Yuki snaked out a hand and gripped the younger man's collar, stopping him in his track.  Tasuki swore he heard an audible gulp from his new friend.  He scowled and got up; ready to defend the teen but Chichiri stopped him cold with one single glance.  Tasuki paused and looked uncertainly at the couple.  To his surprise, a small smile graced the severe lips of Eiri Yuki briefly before it was masked by a look of irritation.

"Baka…"  Yuki said softly and Shuuichi gasped, turning around to look into his lover's eyes.  

"Yuki." 

Yuki traced Shuuichi's lower lip with his thumb tenderly before he hit the younger man over the head with the newspaper he was holding.

"YUKI!"  Shuuichi yelped, rubbing his head but the expression on his face was one of pure rapture.

"Don't be late or I'll change the locks."  Yuki threatened.

"Hai!"  Shuuichi beamed at the tall man and unexpectedly reached up and pecked Yuki on the cheek before running off, laughing gaily.

"Baka…"  Was all Yuki said as he watched the genki boy disappeared out the door.

"Yuki-san!"  Both Eiri Yuki and Chichiri jumped back a pace as Nuriko poked his head out from under the table, right in front of them.  The animated boy stared up, sparkly eyes, at the novelist.  He had a book in his hand and he sighed dramatically.  "Please sign my book?"  He thrust the book at the man's crotch, as he blinked up at his favorite romance writer.

Tasuki and Hotohori looked at each other in puzzlement.  Where the hell did he get the book?

Yuki raised an eyebrow and looked at Chichiri who only shrugged.  The tall blond took the book hesitantly.

"Your name." 

"Wai!  Nuriko."  The braided boy squeaked in excitement.

Tasuki rolled his eyes in disgust.  "What an idiot!"  He muttered under his breath and was rewarded with a stern glance from Hotohori.

Chichiri turned and gave him an amused look.

"You're not interested in getting an autograph?"  He asked sardonically.

"I don't read that shit!"  He retorted.  He heard a groan from Hotohori and from somewhere under the table, something very hard made a very painful contact with his shin.  That fucking Nuriko!

At Tasuki's comments, Chichiri laughed out loud.  A sight and sound that completely blown the younger man away.   All Tasuki could do was stare at the open expression on the usually stern face as his heart did a curious little summersault in his chest.  Tasuki caught his breath as he found himself staring at the vulnerable face of the 15 year-old Chichiri in the newspaper.

Eiri Yuki snorted as he handed the book back to the swooning Nuriko and muttered under his breath.  "Wonder what shit HE reads."

Chichiri laughed at his friend's comments and cocked his head at Tasuki.

"DO you read, Tasuki-kun?"

'Tasuki-kun, he called me Tasuki-ku--- Hey!  Wait a fucking minute!'  The pitter-patter of Tasuki's heart ceased immediately and instead, thumped angrily in protest. 

"What the hell was that suppose to mean?"  He got up abruptly as he spat out his question.

"Anou…Tasuki."  Nuriko was instantly at his side, holding on to his arm.  "You shouldn't have said that about Yuki-san's books."  He whispered fiercely to his friend.

"Tasuki!"  Hotohori said in an authoritative tone he rarely used.  He got up and moved out of the booth from the other side and came to stand between the smoldering redhead and the unruffled songwriter.

"Tasuki."  He said more quietly.  "Please calm yourself."

"Why the hell for?"  Tasuki broke free from Nuriko, which was a task in itself, and face the taunting Chichiri.  The older man stared back impassively.

Yuki looked from Chichiri to Tasuki then back to his friend again.  A strange light flickered briefly in his eyes and he quirked his brow speculatively.

"He's different."  Yuki said softly to Chichiri. 

The older man frowned and shook his head.  "No, he's no different."  With that said, he turned away and walked out of the café.

Yuki shrugged and turned to walk after his friend when Hotohori spoke up.

"What do you mean, 'he's different'?"

Yuki paused but didn't turn around.

"He's not afraid."  The tall blond said over his shoulder as he walked away from them.

Tasuki snorted and gave the retreating back his middle finger.

"You're fucking right, I ain't afraid."

Nuriko hastily grabbed the offending hand and smacked the back of Tasuki head with his book.

"What the hell is WRONG with you?"  The smaller man nearly shook the daylights out of Tasuki.

"What the hell is wrong with HIM?"  Tasuki hissed at his friend.  "I swear he fucking hates me."   Tasuki didn't understand why the thought of the man's animosity towards him was painful.  The lump in his chest grew as he thought of how futile it was for him and Chichiri to be anything to each other but enemies.

"You started it, you big oaf!"  Nuriko retorted.  He studied his friend's dismal look and added softly, "I don't think he hates you at all.  In fact…"  Nuriko pulled Tasuki back into the booth and sidled up to him. 

"No."  Hotohori said firmly.  "No more gossips.  We have a meeting in 10 minutes, Nuri, let's go."

"Aw, but Tori-chan, I didn't get to tell Tasuki the most important part."  Nuriko whined as Hotohori pulled him from the booth.

"It can wait."  He replied.  "The meeting can't."  Without thinking, Hotohori wrapped his arms around the smaller man as he guided Nuriko away from the table.  This was not lost to the younger man and he sighed in contentment at the unconscious gesture and turned to wink at the grumbling redhead.

Tasuki rolled his eyes at the couple but smiled encouragingly at his friend.  That fucking Nuriko, nothing to tell my ass!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Put the gun away, K."  Sakano sighed as the tall blond pointed the magnum at the trembling braided boy clinging nervously to Hotohori's coat.

"He's late."  The tall blonde didn't waver as he narrowed his eyes at Nuriko.

"Anou…only 2 minutes, K-san, please put the gun away."  Shuuichi pleased with his manager.

"Next time, I pull out the M-16."  K said ominously as he put the safety back on and lowered the gun.

Nuriko gave a huge sigh of relieve before collapsing in a dead faint.  @.@

Hotohori caught his friend and gave K a menacing look that was more fitting of Tasuki.

"My, he seems to do that quite often."  Sakano commented as he peered over Hotohori's shoulder at the unconscious Nuriko.

"We've had an unprecedented day. One filled with hostility and threats of violence."  His eyes narrowed dangerously at K.

Shuuichi came to kneel next to Hotohori.  "I'm so sorry, Hotohori-san, I should have warned you about K-san's…um…habits.  He just likes pulling out the guns, he doesn't shoot anyone really…oh…well hardly shoots anyone, any…way."

"You'll get used to it."  Fujisaka said from his position by the keyboard.  "We did."  The teen looked to his teammate, Hiro, for confirmation.  The tall redhead nodded his agreement.

"Hey, hey!"  K said as he whipped out the magnum again.  "Cut the chit-chat, we have a song to discuss!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"I am NOT fucking working with him!"  Tasuki crossed his arms stubbornly when he was told to report to Chichiri's office to discuss some of the songs that the redhead wrote.

"Look, Tasuki.  Ever since the thing with Yuki's book, you have been avoiding him for weeks."  Hotohori said as calmly as he could.  "We have an agreement to work with him so you are going to go to his office now."

"No.  I won't."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I won't."

"You will."

"WON'T!"

"Nuriko…?"

"Don't even fucking think it, braid boy!"

"Will."

5 minutes later, Tasuki found himself deposited in front of Chichiri's broom closet via Nuriko Air.  That fucking freak show!  Might as well get it over with…

Tasuki banged on the door in his customary gentle way…not.  The door shook under his assault and he secretly hoped that it would just shatter.  Let's see where Chichiri would hide then.

Tasuki frowned and paused his attack.  The man really WAS hiding.  Ever since the incident 10 years ago, Chichiri dropped out of the public's eyes.  Literally.  His name was legendary in the industry but the man himself had never made any public appearance.  No one knew what Chichiri looked like.  There were even speculations that Chichiri was the creation of NG labels and that the man really didn't exist.  Tasuki thought about the happy 15 years old boy in the newspaper, Houjun Ri.  What was Houjun hiding from?

"Anou…Tasuki-kun, no da."  Ryuuichi's head poked out from behind Chichiri's door, Kumagorou tucked haphazardly in the front of his shirt.

"Sakuma-san."  Tasuki swallowed.  Images of the other day flashed in his mind and he colored brightly.

"Come in, Tasuki."  The rock star in child mode beckoned Tasuki in and closed the door behind him.  "You want to see Chichiri?"  Ryuuichi asked as he fidgeted with Kuma's ear.

"No!"  Tasuki said rather too quickly.  "I mean, I HAVE to see him about some songs, not that I want…want to see him…or anything."  Aiya!

Ryuuichi regarded the younger man curiously and pulled out a chair for the redhead.  "Sit, na no da."  He told Tasuki softly.

"Chichiri will be back shortly, Tasuki-kun.  This will give us time to chat, na no da."  He said as he took the seat opposite the redhead.

Tasuki swallowed nervously as he stared at the non-existing pattern on the floor.  Oh my god, he thought, I hope he didn't know about the other day.  Another blushed crept into Tasuki's cheeks as his mind recalled the scenes he witnessed.

"Ask me anything you want, Tasuki.  I will answer one question, make it count."  Ryuuichi leaned back in his chair and rubbed absently on Kumagorou's ears, his childlike behavior gone.

"What do you mean?"  Tasuki looked up confused.

The older man smiled and raised his brow.  "That can't possible the question that's burning in your heart, Tasuki-kun?"

The question burning in his heart…

"What happened 10 years ago?"

Ryuuichi nodded as if he was expecting the very same question.  "I assume you meant Chichiri."  Tasuki nodded and the older man sighed heavily.

"He lost a lot of himself ten years ago."  Ryuuichi said sadly.  He looked up at the redhead and bit his lips as if having second thoughts.

"That's it?"  Tasuki asked incredulous.  "He lost himself and that supposed to make sense?"  What the fuck was going on here?

Ryuuichi laughed and shook his head.  "What a hot head you are.  No, Tasuki, there's more but no one must know about it.  Not even your friends."  His strange blue eyes bored deeply into Tasuki's as he searched for the younger man's intentions.

"Why tell ME, then?"  Tasuki shifted uneasily under the strange hypnotic gaze.

Ryuuichi didn't answer him but continued to study the younger man.  Tasuki felt like he was under a microscope and was about to cancel the whole thing when Ryuuichi gave a satisfied nod and continued.

"Chichiri was not always like this, or so I was told.  I didn't meet him until about 6 years ago, a little while before…Tohma took Eiri to the States.  Chichiri was already closed to the world at that time but Eiri had told us much about him.  You see, Eiri looked different from the other Japanese kids.  He was always picked on, especially by older kids.  Chichiri took the boy under his wings and protected him whenever he could.  Let's see…"  Ryuuichi tapped his chin thoughtfully.  "Eiri was about 10 and Chichiri would have been about 14 when they met.  That was 1 year before the horrible incident in the papers."  Ryuuichi broke off and stared at the wall unhappily.

Tasuki shifted again and cleared his throat.  "Sakuma-san, if this is too uncom---"

Intense blue eyes met his and Tasuki broke off abruptly.

"People were beginning to talk but Chichiri didn't care."  Ryuuichi continued as if he didn't pause.  "He cared for Eiri deeply but it was not in the way that people were saying.  Chichiri had never paid attention to what people said even then…but that would soon change.  When Chichiri was 15, he and Eiri were walking home from school when they came across a group of young boys.  One of the boys was Chichiri's good friend, Hikou.  The other six boys were kids from school who had crossed paths with Chichiri before.  They were beating Hikou and calling him names."  Ryuuichi looked sadly at Tasuki.  "Kids could be so cruel.  You see, Hikou was gay and people at that time were not as tolerant as they are now.  Chichiri send Eiri to get help while he went to help his friend.  Eiri didn't want to go but he was too young to do anything so he ran as fast as he could to find help.  When he returned with the police, they found Chichiri on his knees, seriously injured and covered in blood.  He was screaming and they couldn't stop his screams until they knocked him out with drugs.  The other boys were all dead, including Hikou.  They…the cause of death was never disclosed publicly.  It was too bizarre."  Ryuuichi pulled on Kuma reflexively as he frowned at the memories.

"But you know the cause of death?"  Tasuki prompted.

Ryuuichi nodded slowly.  "We have ways."  He looked at Tasuki and smile weakly.  "The coroner's report said that the internal organs of all the boys seemed to have…exploded.  They couldn't explain how that happened and Chichiri was put under 'observation' in a psychiatric home for troubled young men.  They did…experiments…things to find out if and how he did what they thought he did.  They didn't find what they wanted; Chichiri had stopped talking completely and withdrawn from the world.  Eiri visited every chance he got, even when Chichiri didn't seem to know who he was.  That's how we know some of the things we know of that time.   Chichiri spent 3 years in that place.  Three years."  Ryuuichi repeated heavily.  He looked up at the stunned redhead and sighed. 

"Don't be too hard on Chichiri, Tasuki-kun.  None of us could possibly know what happened to those boys or how that had affected him.  We could never know what horrors he went through in his mind and at the hands of those 'doctors'."

Tasuki was speechless.  Never in all his wildest imagination had he thought that Chichiri's past could be this…incredible, this horrible.  He couldn't find words to describe his thoughts let alone his feelings.  His whole being cried out at the pain and sorrow he knew Chichiri must have experienced and an image of him holing the Chichiri came unbidden to his mind.  How he wanted to comfort the tormented man but he knew that Chichiri would never allow it. 

What had kept the boy sane? What could possibly heal that kind of scar in your soul?

"You could help him, Tasuki.  Help him find his soul again."  Ryuuichi said softly as if he had read Tasuki's thoughts.

Tasuki looked up, puzzled.  "Why me?"

Before Ryuuichi could answer, the door slammed shut with an angry force.  Chichiri stood facing them; his lean powerful frame shook with suppressed anger as he glared at his lover.

"Yes, why HIM."  Chichiri's voice was deceptively calm.  His single eye glinted dangerously as he advance into the room.

Ryuuichi shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly not knowing the danger he was in.  "You know why, Chichiri."

"Um…"  Tasuki started nervously as he got up to leave.  "I should probably be going."

"No."  Chichiri turned a deadly eye on him.  "You stay…"  Then he turned to his lover, "YOU, leave.  I'll discuss this with you later."

Ryuuichi shrugged again and hopped on his feet.  "Anything you say, Chichiri."  He gave Tasuki a wink as he passed the younger man and disappeared out the door.

Tasuki turned back to the livid man in front of him.  He was about to apologize when his breath was knocked violently out of him.  He found himself pinned to the wall with Chichiri's forearm pressed firmly against his chest.

"What? No more cracks about the mass murderer?"  The older man asked angrily.  "Did you hear all that you came to hear?"

"Well, actually no."  Tasuki was surprised at how calm he was. 

Chichiri hissed and frowned at he redhead.  "What do you want?"  He asked, perplexed.  "I did everything to keep you away. Why are you here?"  Chichiri asked in frustration.

In the few weeks that they had know each other, Tasuki had never seen Chichiri lose his cool.  His façade of ice and indifference had never cracked, until now and Tasuki wasn't sure he liked to see Chichiri this aggravated. 

"I…" Tasuki stopped.  What DID he want?  Tasuki stared at the liquid brown eye and drew in a sharp breath.  The man was so fucking sexy.  So fucking close…

Chichiri's eye narrowed and he pressed his body against Tasuki's.  The younger man's eyes opened wide in shock as Chichiri leaned forward, placing his face just mere inches from the redhead's.

"Is this what you want, Tasuki-kun?"  He ground his hips into Tasuki's and flicked his tongue out to lick at the younger man's lips.  "Did you like what you saw the other day, Tasuki?"  He asked huskily.

Tasuki tried to push the man off him but he found that he really didn't want Chichiri to stop.  He was horrified to find himself leaning into the hard body pressing against him.

Chichiri chuckled and thrust his knees between Tasuki's thighs and the redhead unconsciously opened himself farther for the older man.  The achingly sweet friction between his legs caused Tasuki to throw back his head and a low moan escaped his parted lips.  Chichiri bent and covered the other man's mouth with his and delved his tongue between the eager lips.  His free hand snaked between their bodies and rubbed at the hard bulge between Tasuki's legs. 

Tasuki moaned into the kiss as Chichiri undo the buttons of his jeans.  He nearly stopped breathing when he felt the older man's hand slid inside and pull out his aching erection.  He couldn't believe this was happening.  Dimly he was aware of his rational mind yelling at him to push Chichiri away and to put his dick back in his pants.  But the need to feel that exquisite hand on his throbbing cock shoved all rational thoughts away and he thrust into the hand even as he returned Chichiri's kiss with ardor.

"Is this what you want, Tasuki?"  Chichiri's silky voice added to the fever of his body and Tasuki groaned deep in his throat.

"Tell me what you want Tasuki."  That hypnotic voice fueled his passion further and Tasuki reached between his legs and grabbed the hand that held his dripping shaft.

"This..y-you…I want you."  He whimpered as Chichiri pumped his cock, milking the liquid passion from him.  His shaft was slick with his own pre-cum and Tasuki gasped at the incredible pace Chichiri had set.  God, it felt like nothing he's ever experienced.  He never wanted this to end, never…

"Why?"  Tasuki frowned at the question.  He wished the man would shut the hell up and fuck him already.  Wha---?

Tasuki froze.  Did he just think what he'd just thought?  He opened hazy eyes to look right into the clear and focused brown eye of Chichiri.

"Why do you want me?"

Tasuki blinked several times and blood rushed to his face as he realized what they were doing.  He was practically begging a frigging man to fuck him!  How messed up was that?

He pushed Chichiri away from him abruptly and tucked himself away.  What the hell was he thinking?  He moved away from the man, shaking his head confusedly. 

Chichiri leaned against the wall, casually observing him as he backed away towards the door.  The man made no move to stop the redhead; he was just watching the younger man dispassionately.  No one would have guessed that he was about to fuck the redhead senseless just a few seconds ago.

"I don't want you."  Tasuki lied unsteadily.  Gods but did want Chichiri, and he wanted him very badly.

Chichiri snorted mockingly and pushed himself off the wall.  "Should I call your bluff?"  He asked softly.

"NO!"  Tasuki was backed up against the door and he fumbled behind him for the knob.  "Leave me the fuck alone!"  Tasuki was sure he wouldn't be able to resist the man if he'd come any closer.  What the hell was wrong with him?  This was a fucking MAN!

Tasuki opened the door and slipped out without another word.  The door swung shut with a resounding thud.

Tasuki stood staring at the closed door, his heart thumping wildly.  What just happened?  He shook his head to clear it of the haunting image of Chichiri and he glanced one last time at the door before he walked down the corridor.

On the other side of the door, Chichiri slumped in resignation against the wall as a single tear fell from his eye.  In the privacy of his lonely domain, Chichiri allowed himself an anguished wail…

TBC…

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Wahhhh!!!!!  Poor Chichiri!  What do you think?  There's more things that happened in the 'home' but that will come out later…

Did you like it?  Huh?  Huh?

A note on Yuki and Shu-chan…They are weird like that, at least from what I saw in the anime…one minute grumpy, the next Yuki's eating Shu-chan's face…*sigh*  But so damn cute!!!

LOL, sorry about the K and Nuriko thing…I'll make it better.  Promise!

Feed back, na no daaaaa!!!!