A lot of people like my Moment of Zen, but I am not adding them anymore. I did that one out of boredom, so I doubt one will come up again. Sorry everyone.
On a much smaller note, I mentioned something about you guys giving me hope if the person I asked out said 'yes'. Well, it turns out that that person accepted and I am dating! To tell you the gender, I am not going to say.
Gravitation © Maki Murakami
ANGEL DUST
Chapter 9
For some reason, everything seemed to change. Not the seasons or the surroundings around Tokyo, but in Ryuichi's house. It had been almost a week since Tatsuha actually avowed to Ryuichi about his love for him and all in all, lots of things changed after that. Tatsuha would mostly stay down stairs, relaxing on his favorite couch, watching television, and smoking through a pack or two of cigarettes each day. Having a sense of foreboding, he would usually go home after school to visit with his father for a few hours and pray with him, and sometimes would even stay there for the whole weekend.
Ryuichi always seemed 'busy' all the time. Ever since finding out how Tatsuha felt for him, he would usually be found in his room behind a closed door, writing lyrics. If he was not operating there, he would be at NG Studios working. The times he would come down stairs would be to get something to eat, drink, find something of his, or talk on the phone; which would usually be about work. He seemed so quite around the house, and even if he was energetic, it was all happening in his room.
Through all of this, however, did not make the two of them stop from communing to one another. About every day they would find enough time to stir up something to talk about, no matter the causes. Ryuichi would usually traverse to him, sit down next to him, and they would just start to talk for hours. Tatsuha would always confront him whenever he spotted him outside of his room and converse with him, along side listening to everything he had to say. He knew better to try and talk to him while he was working in his room. However, all of this seemed a little foreign to the both of them. Something seemed out of place because of all these new changes. Never had Ryuichi been so conjured up in his work ever before, especially to be in his room for hours because of it. In addition, Tatsuha always said that he cared to never go home and that his father could careless, but he always seemed to go and stay there a long time each day. Truthfully, they hardly saw each other anymore.
It was true that they both had a bad feeling about what may happen if feelings between them came around, and now, it seems they thought right.
"No," Tatsuha spoke, holding his cell phone close to his face. Grabbing the hanging cigarette from his lips, he exhaled a large amount of streaming smoke before putting the stick right back in. "I told you to wait until tomorrow for that," he tried to explain to the person on the other line. Looking about, he stared down at Kumagorou who was absently sitting at the small table in the middle of the room. The bunny must have been left by Ryuichi when he was last downstairs looking for a different pen. Bending over, he grabbed the pink object and started to fiddle with it, all the while listening to the person on his phone. "Whatever," he said, "just don't tell her anything about it. She will freak," he smirked.
"Where could he be?" came a small voice from the stairs. Ryuichi trotted down, looking left and right with each step. Looking into the main room, he instantly paused once he saw Tatsuha talking on the phone and with Kumagorou in his hands. Not wanting to disturb the conversation at all, he just walked in viewing range for Tatsuha. "Um," he mumbled.
Noticing his presence, Tatsuha looked up at his face and tried to listen to the phone at the same time. Acknowledging Ryuichi, he signaled for just 'one second' with his index finger before going right back to his conversation.
"Eichiro, listen. I will talk to you about this tomorrow, okay? I don't exactly have the time right now and I have to let you go," his eyes drifted back to the anxious man standing in front of him. After hearing a response, his hand was getting started to drift away, "All right, later," he finished before pulling the phone away and pressing the small button to end the call. After placing his cell phone down, he instantly took out his half smoked cigarette and put it out in his ashtray. After being around Ryuichi so much, he knew how much he hated the smell of cigarettes. "What's wrong?" he asked him, wondering why he was acting the way he was.
Placing himself on the couch next to Tatsuha, he deliberately took Kumagorou out of his hands and into his own, "This!" he squealed, hugging his pal. "I just realized that he was gone so I came down to find him," he explained thoroughly to Tatsuha, "he helps me think of lyrics."
"Is that where all those thoughtful, deep lyrics come from," Tatsuha snickered, looking at the bow tied rabbit, "a stuffed, pink bunny?"
Ignoring his comment at all costs, Ryuichi slid off the couch cushion and fell to the floor, lying down. "Who were you talking to?" he asked, although he heard Tatsuha speak the person's name, he was still curious.
"Eichiro, a friend of mine," he informed him, resisting the urge to pull out another cigarette. "We were talking about a few people and things going on at school."
Pulling Kumagorou's ears up and down, Ryuichi was a little suspicious of what Tatsuha spoke of, "People? Were you two talking about me?"
"No," he admitted flatly. It would have been a little strange for him to talk about Ryuichi to Eichiro, when he did not even know that he practically lived with him in the first place. Surfing through the television channels, he found no problem in actually telling Ryuichi the truth, "You remembering Miyu from the zoo, don't you? That is who we were talking about."
Taking a quick second to gather his thoughts, it struck him on who Miyu was, "Amori-san?" he questioned, "did something happen to her?"
"I wish," Tatsuha let the harsh phrase slip. However, he was relieved not to get a look from Ryuichi, and sighed partially. "He was telling me that she will be hanging out with me and Eichiro tomorrow. Also, she is supposed to call me in the morning."
"You are always hanging out with people," Ryuichi emphasized, "when was the last time you actually spent the whole day here?"
A little taken back, Tatsuha really did have to think of that one. It had been awhile since he did stay here for almost twenty-four hours, but he never knew Ryuichi would ever care about that. Hell, he never really saw a reason to spend his whole days in the house where Ryuichi lived when the man never hardly came down the stairs. Conjuring up his thoughts, he actually remembered one day, "Sunday," he answered.
"Yeah," Ryuichi could not deny that fact. Throwing Kumagorou up and catching him, he had something to throw back at Tatsuha, "and all you did that day was smoke, drink, and watch television."
"I 'smoke, drink, and watch television' everyday here," he countered him back, leaving him a little speechless. Getting a malice look from Ryuichi, as if to tell him he should be doing more each day, he smiled. "Hey, that is not the only things I do; I shower."
Finding the perfect moment, Ryuichi tightened his grip on Kumagorou and tossed him right at Tatsuha, having the bunny smash right in his face. "Get a job," he teased.
"I still have to go through school," Tatsuha teased back, tossing Kumagorou back to him. "School in itself is worse than work!"
Catching Kumagorou, Ryuichi giggled jauntily, tossing it right back to him. "Well, at least do something! You always just lie around here and do nothing. It is not like you are my husband or something."
"…." Tatsuha let Kumagorou fall to his face, stunned at what Ryuichi just said. After seeing his own expression, Ryuichi also went dead quiet. It seemed a little weird to joke about something like that when they both knew one loved the other. The silence was a little agitating, but to speak would probably bring up even more alien thoughts. Breaking the ice, Tatsuha tried to continue the usual teasing, "So that makes you the wife?" he giggled, tossing Kumagorou to him.
The pink bunny soared over and landed right into Ryuichi's lap. Instead of catching him that time, he just let him fall on him without giving a second glance. Pondering for what seemed like five minutes; he got to his feet and started to scoot slowly across the carpet. "I'm going upstairs," he spoke under his breath, ascending up the staircase.
"Shit," Tatsuha groaned, punishing himself mentally for saying what he had. Taking out a cigarette once he heard Ryuichi's door shut, he lit it up and took a long exhale. "I fucked up again," the smoke flowed out of his lips, floating to the ceiling.
After many trips to the kitchen and grabbing a sandwich or fixing up some ramen, Tatsuha found himself dashing across the house in boredom. No wonder he always wanted to leave and hang out with his friends. After you get so familiar with this house and get enough of Ryuichi's expensive things, everything gets so dull that you just have to get out. Even in his own house, Tatsuha never could stay at one place for so long, especially if nothing exciting happened there. And, in this case, nothing exciting had happened for awhile.
Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rang. Jerking around, Tatsuha started to reach to the door. It was a little weird for someone to be coming over before calling beforehand, unless it was Noriko or Tohma. Knowing that is was either the two of them, he sighed and opened the door quickly, "What do you want?" he asked dryly.
A fast breeze soared across his fast and past him into the wall, creating a large sound by the time the door even opened. The force brought on a smell that stunk of new coins and smoke. Jumping immediately from the very sound, Tatsuha growled at the person standing on the doormat, unsure of what just flew right past him, almost hitting him right in the face. "What the hell was that for!?" he demanded to know, his body on attack mode.
"Target practice," a soothing, manly voice spoke up. Strangely enough, the words he spoke were in complete English and left Tatsuha dumbfounded. There stood a man with long, blonde hair in a ponytail. Tall and mysterious, he held a gun in his curled fingers, smoke emitting from the pistol. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he found no hesitation whatsoever to walk right into the house and trot into the main room.
With his front side still staring down the entrance of the house, his suspiciousness grew reverent. Never had he seen this man before. Swiftly turning around to see the blonde looking around the house, gun still in hand, he cleared his throat loudly. "Excuse me, who are you?" he asked with no mannerism at all.
"Ryuichi!" the tall man shouted aloud for the vocalist, ignoring Tatsuha's question. Feeling the very essence of annoyance shooting at him from the man behind him, he waved his hand in the air. "Don't fret Japanese boy," he mocked in a completely different language than Japanese, "I am K, one of Ryuichi's friends."
Not knowing a single word the strange man said except for 'K' and 'Ryuichi', Tatsuha was still curious on who the man was, and why he just stormed inside of the house. Having Ryuichi jump down the stairs with a rather large grin on his face, jump at the man with a shout of, "K!" made Tatsuha even more confused.
"Ryuichi, how are you?" the man named K asked, actually speaking in Japanese for Tatsuha to understand.
Wrapping his arms around K, Ryuichi gave him a huge embrace, "I'm great! How are Judy and Michael?" he was a little curious of how his wife and son were doing back in America. Through the entire embrace, he never even noticed the look Tatsuha was giving.
"They are doing okay," K stuck his gun into its holder, strapped around his waist. Rubbing his palms together in hope of getting rid of the gun smell, he inspected the household. Spotting the ashtray full of cigarettes, his speech went right back to English, "You are a smoker now?"
As one who could actually understand English very well, Ryuichi comprehend every word he seemed to have said. Extending his arm out wide, his thumb pointed straight at Tatsuha. "No, he does," he replied back in perfect English.
"I see," he said. Glancing at Tatsuha, he stretched his hand out in front of the younger man. "I am sorry," he told him in a language he could understand, "I did not introduce myself before. I am K," he shook his hand.
Tatsuha could not help but feel a grudge of some sort against him. He just shot at gun at him, ran into the house, and got a hug from Ryuichi, all the while acting as if Tatsuha was invisible to the human eye. Shaking his hand just to be friendly, he gave a look over to the short man hoping up and down in one spot, as if asking for him to explain everything.
"Tatsuha-kun," Ryuichi seemed to get the message clearly, "You even said that I was not used to that much company, remember?" he tried to give him a good image of when he had told him, "Even I said that I did not like it in a weird way. So, I decided to have K stay the night just to try and get used to company!"
One way, Tatsuha thought it all made pretty good sense for him to try something like this. However, the other side was more dominant, and it was thinking his company to Ryuichi was enough. Scanning the invited guest, he just did not like something about him, "Whatever."
"Don't be glum," K chirped, his hand reaching at the gun he had just put away. "We are going to have lots of fun tonight. With me, you can guarantee it!"
"I doubt it," Tatsuha insulted underneath his breath. Luckily, K was too busy polishing his gun with his shirt sleeve to even hear what he had said. He would have gotten away with the insult, except Ryuichi had his full attention to whatever was on his mind. He sure was not happy to hear what was on his mind this time around, though.
Curling up his nose in disgust, Ryuichi stomped up to Tatsuha to look at him right in the face. Why he had a problem with K was beyond him, but it was not stopping him from finding out. "What's the matter with you?" he asked pretty bluntly, "You have no reason to be rude."
"Yes I do," he snapped back, leaning down to
Ryuichi's level. Thinking of a good reason quick, he slapped his hand on his
own chest, "You invited some weird American over without my notice!"
Trying to keep their conversation to a whisper, Ryuichi placed his fists on his
shoulders, "When did I start having to tell you who was coming to my house?
Besides, you were the one who
pointed out on how I never have company," he finished proudly.
"Must be pretty close to hug him like that," he said, changing the subject to the main thing that bugged him. Not even looking at Ryuichi, in his eyes you could almost see the envious, brat like child running around, screaming.
Shocked at what he had just said, Ryuichi gave him a queer look. "That is what your attitude is about?" he asked in a much more softer tone, getting out of his feminine, girlfriend like, and scarily enough, motherly like demeanor. Even when he had hugged K, he did not think anything of it. "Listen, I'm sorry. I did not know you would get so easily jealous," trying to look on the bright side, he took Tatsuha's chin and turned his head so he could look at him, "Besides, maybe you can get to know K."
"I'm not jealous," was the only thing he responded to before turning his back to the side. Hearing that from the way he acted was practically the most ignorant thing to say with a person with eyes.
Hearing
a small click, the both of them looked over to see K holding up his gun. He was
walking around with his gun aimed, looking through the target hole. Slowly
walking around the carpet, he made sure to not trip over any scattered objects.
Noticing he was being watched, he laughed uncontrollably, "Well, how about we
all go out for a drink?" knowing a much better way to con people into going to
bars, he grabbed out a handful of yen from his pocket, "I'll pay!"
"Sure," Ryuichi gave him a fake smile
good enough to fool anybody. At the moment, he was more focused on Tatsuha
sharpening up his mood, "See, he is a good guy. We can all go the bar and have
fun, and you can try and get along with him." Walking off to put on his shoes, he
poked at Tatsuha cutely, "You always complain that I never have beer in the
house, so at least he is taking us somewhere you will enjoy."
Watching the two of them get ready, Tatsuha just stood there with no care whatsoever on going. Ryuichi and his good friend could just leave, get drunk, and stay at a hotel together for all he cared for. Ryuichi did not even love him after all, and it was a little nerve-racking for Ryuichi to think he could tell Tatsuha what to do just because the boy loved him. Wait, he basically obeyed him when he did!
Defeated, Tatsuha walked and slipped on his
shoes. Grumbling to himself, he watched the blonde walk out the door and hop
into his fancy car, laughing and shooting his gun into the air along the way.
"I will go," he growled loud enough for only Ryuichi to hear, "but I am not going to even speak to that guy, I hate
him already!"
Turning around at the sound of his very voice, Ryuichi smiled that he decided
to come along even if he would not speak to K. Waiting for Tatsuha to catch up,
he could not help but laugh at his slow steps and long face. Never had Tatsuha
been so sluggish when alcohol was involved.
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A large slam against the wall indicated that the three of them had returned to the house, and loud noises of chatter ensued. Drunken slurs amongst their speech were sure signs that they had a lot to drink. In fact, it was almost three in the morning!
"Oh," Tatsuha said. Giving a weird look at K, he walked up to him like a predatory beast, lifted his arm, and laid it on his shoulders, "I love you, man!" chummily walking into the house, with a beer can in hand, he can K started to hum together before falling onto the couch and busted out into giggles.
His hair a complete mess, K sat up straight on the couch, chatting up a storm. He was so drunk that he hardly spoke any Japanese, and was almost speaking English completely. "That was so much fun, Tatsuha. Remember that dumb ass who almost stole my beer?"
"Yeah," Tatsuha rewound the exact thought, laughing. "You shot him, remember?"
K pulled out his gun, having it glimmer in the emitting light from the ceiling. Boasting scornfully, he puffed out his chest, "The guy should know better than to try and steal Mr. K's beer!"
Pulling himself into the door, Ryuichi gasped for air once he entered. Not even the least bit intoxicated, he just looked at the two men talking twenty miles per hour and shook his head. H had to run to catch up with them, seeing as they found it 'fun' to run back to the house, almost as a race. Of course, K was too drunk to even think about his car that he left at the bar. "Both of them are drunk, and I did not even have a drop," Ryuichi said, although he hardly even drank anyways.
"Hey baby," Tatsuha slurred seductively once he saw Ryuichi. Once he saw Ryuichi's whole face go red, he grinned. "Finally got here?"
Trying to make the color of his face go back, he started to fan his face down with his hand. The whole thing did not help even a little. "Yeah, seeing as you guys ran," he gave them both a glare.
"Speaking of which," K spoke up, "I won!"
Tatsuha instantly could not put down a challenge, "Bullshit, K. I am the champion and everyone knows it," he grinned, playfully punching him in the shoulder.
"Nice to see you have found a friend in K, Tatsuha-kun." Ryuichi smiled, happy to see that Tatsuha could befriend anyone with a little beer added into the atmosphere.
"I've always liked him!" Tatsuha shouted a little too loud, as if no one was in speaking distance. Looking back and forth from Ryuichi and K, Tatsuha finally got the courage to actually as K, "How do you know each other?"
"Ex manager and ex bodyguard," the blonde grabbed his can of beer and vacuumed the rest of what was inside. Refreshed, he cleared his throat, "you never heard of me? I work for Bad Luck now, but I was always such good friends with Ryuichi. We even went to America together because of his solo talent," he tried to make Tatsuha remember anything about that.
Half-drunk and half-serious, Tatsuha leaned in closer to try and get some dirt, "are you two close?"
"Yes, of course!" he slurred in English, "You could almost say Ryuichi and I are boyfriends," he laughed maniacally.
"What?" Tatsuha growled. Even if he was drunk, it would not stop him from knowing when to be under control, and when to kick ass!
Ryuichi glared at K, "Shut up, K. We have never done anything more than hugged," he admitted truthfully. Looking over at the enflamed Tatsuha, he gave him a look to not worry.
"Sure," K said sarcastically, grabbing Tatsuha's beer can and drinking straight out of it. Tatsuha never really seemed to notice, either. He seemed to be having a hard time deciding whether Ryuichi or K was right about their 'close' friendship.
It did not take long before K dozed off, mouth agape and his snoring ensued. He had taken accustom to 'Tatsuha's couch', stretched out fully on the furniture and his gun in hand. Finding the perfect cloth, Ryuichi placed a cover over his him. Tatsuha sat in the chair, watching television and taking a drink every three minutes or so from his beer. A cigarette hung low in between his fingers, occasionally rising so he could inhale, then exhale the smoke. Ryuichi, on the other hand, was too busy cleaning up from the two drunkards. It was a little strange of him not to complain about Tatsuha smoking when he was around; then again, they both had been quite for awhile.
"You can sleep with me if you want," Ryuichi spoke up. Throwing the cans of beer away, he started to brush though his hair using his fingers.
Taking one last puff from his cigarette, he scrunched it down in the ashtray, watching the large amount of smoke spurge out from it. K had taken his sleeping spot for the night, and he had no place to go to. "I don't know," he thought, "maybe I will sleep in this chair."
"Come on," Ryuichi tried to make him think otherwise, "your back will hurt by morning if you do. Just because things have changed between us does not mean we can't sleep together."
"It doesn't?" he echoed, a little curious of why he thought so.
Grabbing his hair band, he pulled it out to let the back of his hair fall down. He looked so gorgeous with his whole hair down, almost angelic. Something that always stood out about Ryuichi was his hair. It was at the perfect length and always seemed so light and exactly in good condition. His bangs hung over his forehead, and a few pieces would slightly swing above his eyes. He almost looked more mysterious than cute. "If you don't want to," he implied, "you don't have to."
"I want to," Tatsuha spoke from his heart, "I just don't know if I should." However, whether he knew or not, he instantly got off the chair and to over Ryuichi. "Seeing as I am allergic to back pains, you have a sleeping partner."
Something told Tatsuha Ryuichi was happy, even if he did not smile when he told him. Some kinds of feeling inserted into his own body, making him almost feel Ryuichi's own happiness. It was such a good feeling. "Come on," Ryuichi murmured to him, grabbing his hand and the two of them ascending the stairway and into his room.
Turning on the light, Tatsuha scanned the room to see the differences since the last time he had been in here. Thousands of papers were scattered across his room and a pile of those papers were on a small desk near his window. On the floor there were the usual line of toys he played with, but his bed was covered in papers. Kumagorou was even drowning in a pile of scrunched up, and thrown balls of paper. Tatsuha had always wondered if Ryuichi was even working up here at all, and the sight of his room gave him a pretty good answer.
"Sorry about the mess," Ryuichi seemingly had forgotten about the mess. Dashing back and forth, he tried his best to pick up all the papers. Looking from the corner of his eyes, he saw Tatsuha picking up some of the papers as well. Turning one of the papers over to see what was written, Ryuichi ran over and snatched the paper out of his hands, and "don't read that!" he bellowed, scaring Tatsuha.
Tatsuha did not even say anything. Blinking, he could only imagine what the paper contained on it, probably a lot of feelings and thoughts of Ryuichi's. Knowing that more than half the papers were about him made him worry, especially when he acted like that about him seeing it. "Sorry."
"It's okay," tossing the many papers at his desk and proceeding to his bed, Ryuichi never took his eyes off Tatsuha. "Doing lyrics is kind of personal. I don't like anyone to know what they say until they hear me sing them aloud," it was a little corny for him to feel a way such as that, but it seemed almost so humane. Many people write things in journals about their personal life and how they feel, but do not want anyone to know what they have written until someone had heard them say exactly what they wrote, or something along the feeling of what they had written. Pulling his covers back, Ryuichi seemed so focused on the mattress while taking his pants off, remaining in his shirt and boxers. Wiggling his way into the soft, warm bed, he laid his head on the pillow.
Not helping himself from the very sight of Ryuichi lying in bed, Tatsuha promptly pulled his shirt off and thrown it the ground beside him. Finding the light switch, he darkened the room by hitting the switch down suddenly, and walked over to the bed. Shocking Ryuichi, he tossed himself on the vacant spot of the bed next to Ryuichi. Making noises from the impact, Tatsuha soon got comfortable in his spot.
Holding Kumagorou close, Ryuichi breathed on the stuffed doll, making the fabric absorb the heat from each breathe. Listening for any kind of movement at all, his eyes started to close in one him. Without him even knowing, two hands drifted across his waist and cradled him right below his bellybutton. The sensation of skin instantly made him wake up from the nap, making him jitter. Tatsuha had already pulled him close to his own body, his chest pressed against his back, and his hands rubbing his sides soothingly.
"Tatsuha-kun," Ryuichi gasped from the shock, "what are you doing?"
Sliding his hands upward, he covered Ryuichi's mouth tightly, whispering quietly in his ear from behind as he presses the back of Ryuichi's head to his shoulder.
"Calm down. It is so much more enjoyable if you are relaxed."
It was easy for him to say, but Ryuichi was in a much more uncomfortable position. Squirming a little to try and get free, Ryuichi made pathetic whimpers from his covered mouth. His pace only to quicken, Tatsuha brought his lips to his neck, licking it thoroughly and tasting every essence of the vocalist. For that, Ryuichi only tried to escape even more but dared not to even make another noise. The whole sensation did not help anything, seeing as the endless movement from Ryuichi only caused the backside of him to rub against Tatsuha's hips and lower regions, sending him into groans of pleasure. Not knowing what to do, Ryuichi was good as helpless when it came to this situation. Feeling a hand wriggle up his shirt and trickle down his abdomen caused a fuzzy feeling go down his entire spine. Close against Tatsuha's chest, he could feel the younger male's heart pounding as fast as his own was going. They have never been this close before and it all seemed so weird.
"This feels nice," Tatsuha rasped in a deep voice, pressing his lower region against Ryuichi harder. He had already let Ryuichi's mouth free a couple minutes ago because of the consistent aching moan he had been purring on the palm of his hand was enough proof that he was not going to scream anytime soon. Searching all over Ryuichi's body with his hands, they found themselves occupied by quirking with his shirt.
Not even daring enough to speak a word during all of this, Ryuichi remained quite with his head up high. His eyes strained in the entire pressure and his mouth would occasionally open slightly to release large amounts of breath. Wrapping his legs with Tatsuha's was a sure sign that he was enjoying all of it, and indeed wanted it to continue. "Tatsuha," he grunted hoarsely. Actually getting enough free space, turned himself around to look at Tatsuha in the face. His whole breathe smelled of smoke and beer, which was probably one of the reasons he was even doing this to him. At this point of time, Ryuichi did not really seem to care as he kissed him. Grinding slowly in pure pleasure, their tongues would compete for a dominance that was obviously figured out between the two of them physically.
Engulfed in heat, Tatsuha scratched the covers off of his body forcefully and scrambled on top of Ryuichi, all the while never unlocking their lips. Tugging at Ryuichi's shirt blindly, he got it over his head and threw it to the floor. Feeling heat from his skin seemed to be the best thing he had ever felt and started to kiss along his jawbone, traveling down his neck and to his chest. Hearing the distinctive moans from Ryuichi only made Tatsuha more lust filled for his body as he licked an invisible line down his chest to his lower stomach. Traveling back up in light pecks, he put his attention to the small, perky nipple. Nibbling and licking, the reaction he got was much more than satisfactory.
"Tatsuha-kun!" Ryuichi moaned, grabbing tightly at locks of the raven hair, his feet burning from the hard rubbing and squirming against the covers. Breathing out of line, they were long and hard. Once Tatsuha moved to the other nittle, another large moan escaped his raspy mouth. Making a courageous move, he started to fiddle with Tatsuha's belt, tugging and pulling at the device that seemed so complicated in this position.
Knowing exactly what he wanted, Tatsuha grinned and undid his belt for Ryuichi to pull his pants off, letting his own legs be free for more movement without the hard sensation of the jeans. "Ryuichi," he actually moaned out his name, pulling himself closer to kiss him. Everything they had done in the past could never compare to the moment they were sharing now. Their bodies were so close, their hearts beating at the same time, and their breaths collapsed against each other's. Everything was so intimate even if they were full of lust, it was all worth while. Sliding his hands down Ryuichi's slick boxers, he grabbed a hold of Ryuichi's already hard erection.
"Tatsuha," was the only thing he could say. He could hardly even speak. Hell, he could hardly breathe. Everything seemed to be in such a groggily, hazed state of mind that he could barely feel the bed he was laying in. Once Tatsuha had grabbed him, he gasped for air and grunted in ecstasy. He did not want any of this to stop, but he did not want it to happen.
Without saying another word, Tatsuha sped up the rhythm. Ryuichi squeezed his eyes shut and started to kick his feet down from the intensity. Biting down on his lower lip, he did not know how much more he could take. His whole body had the need of release and could barely hold out any longer. His knees started to quiver as Tatsuha quickened his pace. He pumped over the length in long, smooth strokes, making silent purrs come from Ryuichi.
He kept building up by each stroke, quivering more and more by the time Tatsuha started to go even faster. All of this seemed so wrong, but felt so good! Never had he known the joyous feeling while getting this done by someone else. His cheeks flushed far passed a normal red color, he gasped for air once he was on the brink of holding himself back. Tatsuha seemed to notice his desperate actions and take his strokes to a new quick, rubbing the head of his erection.
"Tatsuha…-kun," Ryuichi moaned under a strained breath, letting him self be released. Jolting his eyes open once he came, he could almost scream of his actions. To actually ejaculate on another guy's hand was pretty embarrassing to say the least, and his boxers would need cleaning to boot. Tatsuha untangled his arms from around Ryuichi and let go of his erection, letting the cum travel down his arm. Not even saying a word, he would get to his feet and go to take a shower, which Ryuichi should be doing more. Once he came back in the room, cigarette lit in his mouth, traveling a line of smoke wherever he traveled, he acted as if nothing really even happened. He only looked at Ryuichi, smiled, and sat on the bed with his back turned to Ryuichi. The only sounds that were heard were the house resting with the usually creeks, Ryuichi's deep panting, and the puffs of Tatsuha's cigarette. What had happened that night between them was not going to be forgotten, but sure as hell never to be mentioned again. Room filled with worry; they could only wonder what would become of them now.
They did not say another word to each other the rest of the night.
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"Good morning," K said in a hoarse, groggy voice to the newspaper he held as he walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, he spotted another specimen, "good morning," he said to Kumagorou, who strangely enough, found his way on to the kitchen table. Sitting down at the table, he started to search through the newspaper for any good, related news. Peering from over his paper, he looked at the bunny. "What are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be in Ryuichi's bed?"
"….." the bunny thought otherwise.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, K yawned loudly. "What am I doing, talking to a stuffed bunny? I feel like Ryuichi or something," he scratched the top of his head, trying not to awaken his god awful headache. He had really drunk too much last night. The sound of footsteps from upstairs got his attention.
"You are still here?" Tatsuha asked, walking down the stairs fully dressed. Reaching his destination of the kitchen, he opened the door to the refrigerator and took out the half full milk carton. Pouring the white liquid into a glass, he looked over at K for a response.
Face practically in his toast, K managed to look up at Tatsuha. "I hate hangovers. Seeing as I drank twice as much as you did, I have a reason not to be gone yet," thinking about leaving, he took a bite from the bread on his plate. "I am probably going to leave in a few minutes, anyways."
Swallowing the milk, he only nodded and sat down on the opposite side of the blonde, carrying a small plate of break feast with him. Poking at the food with his fork, he would look up at the man from the corner of his eyes. "So," he tried to stir up some conversation.
"Where's Ryuichi?" was the only thing he wanted to know.
Sighing, Tatsuha looked up to the ceiling, "he is still sleeping. He had a hard night."
Listening to their very conversation, Ryuichi turned in his bed. The light from the sun had already started to peek through his curtains, blinding him. It did not matter, though. He still felt so numb from everything. What happened last night was so bizarre to think about. What frightened him most of all is whether Tatsuha was truly doing it from his own mind, or he was doing it because of the alcohol. Remembering when he told him that he loved him amongst the passionate fooling, he could not help but wonder if he was honest at the time.
'Why did I even let him do it?' he thought, shutting his eyes tight. 'I actually let him touch me like that! He is only my friend, yet I let him... I let him…' wanting to cry, he brought the blue covers to his eyes to help hold back the tears. It seemed so wrong to let him get that close to him. To get close to him, another male and a seventeen year old at most! He actually let him get away with everything, and he even went along with all of it and participated. Nothing was right in all of this, yet he let all of it happen. Enjoying all of it would be so absurd and wrong, but he did. What Tatsuha had done to him last night made him gasp in ecstasy. He had never felt so good, so hot, or so taken. Tatsuha was the only person to ever actually make him feel so good in his entire life; he made him feel needed in a real life experience.
However, it just seemed too wrong to even touch each other. How could he even look at him now?
Hearing a small ringing, he got out of his thoughts and started to look around for where it may have been coming from. Throwing around his pillows, he finally saw a glowing light from his lamp desk. "My cell phone?" he did not remember placing his there. Picking it up and looking at the caller ID, he realized it was not his but Tatsuha's. He did not know who the person was on the caller ID, but not to be rude, he clicked a button and brought it to his ear, "Hello?"
It was probably strange for the person on the other line to hear someone else other than who they were calling, but they did not really seem to mind at all. Listening to what they had to say, Ryuichi smiled to himself. "Yeah, he's here."
"Who are you talking to?" Tatsuha was curious, knowing Ryuichi was one to talk to inanimate objects from time-to-time. Turning the knob and peering in, he was baffled to see him on his cell phone. Freezing up, he remembered that Miyu was supposed to call him this morning! If she got the chance to tell him about what is going on, he would be dead! Lunging at the bed, he grabbed the phone from Ryuichi's hands and fell straight onto the floor, sliding until he hit the wall. "Miyu?" he asked, hoping it was not her.
"What the hell are you doing at Sakuma Ryuichi's house!?!?" Yup, it was Miyu. By the sound of her tone she either had just gotten up from sleep, or she did not find delight in where he was at. More than anything, it was probably the latter one. "So, first I see you kissing the bitch and now you are at his house? Who knows what the fuck you did with the whore."
Not wanting Ryuichi to hear even her voice shaking from the cell phone, he tried to keep his voice down. "Hey, I thought he was your idol, you hypocrite."
"Yeah, he was until I found out he was a rival in my love for you," she said almost cutely.
Glaring at the wall, he could only wish she could see the hate in his eyes now, "You can pretty much forget about that now," he spitted. That phrase could have meant two things. Tatsuha never wanted to see Miyu again and Ryuichi and he were in love, or that she did not have to worry because Ryuichi did not love him. Tatsuha was upset because of the right one, but made it sound as if both were a possibility.
"I'll see you later today," Miyu ended the argument as she usually does.
Quickly changing his tone, he sighed. "You too," he said in a normal tone. He and Miyu always were like that: arguing one moment and just being normal to one another the next. Hanging up his cell phone, he could feel the confusing coming from the bed. Looking up, he saw Ryuichi leaning his head over the side of the bed and looking at him. Once he made eye contact with him, Ryuichi threw himself back, out of sight.
"You… talked to her?"
A quiet voice came from the bed, "a little. She got to ask me if you were here, and started to say something but you dove at me and took the phone." He answered, his voice cracking from his nervousness.
"Okay," he felt relieved. He could still hide his secret from Ryuichi awhile longer. "K left," he informed him and heard the rustling of his covers suddenly, then his small footsteps.
"I did not tell him goodbye!" he pouted, running to the door.
"Hey," Tatsuha objected, causing Ryuichi to stop in his tracks. Ryuichi turned around, his hair shifting from the movement and his eyes glimmering. Pushing himself up with his arms, he walked over to Ryuichi slowly. "Do you want to talk?"
Stunned, Ryuichi was too scared to even look at him and now he wanted him to talk. Foreboding feelings overcame him, knowing exactly what he wanted to talk about. "Sure," he tried to say in a normal, calm voice but it came out rather jittery and rustled.
"About last night," Tatsuha immediately got onto the subject. "I know how uncomfortable you must have been, and still are. I kind of regret what I did."
Taken back, Ryuichi let out a small, inaudible gasp at what Tatsuha just said. To know Tatsuha was feeling as weird and uncomfortable as he was made him feel really relaxed and relieved. He was thinking about it as much as he was. And he thought that he made nothing of it last night by just taking a shower and coming back to smoke in his bed. Truthfully, he was really tense and worried with a lot of things on his mind. "Don't worry about it," he forced a smile.
"I can't help it," Tatsuha said, clenching his fists. To actually feel this bad about doing something sexual was a rare moment for him, but he sure dragged it. "I knew I shouldn't have slept with you," he laughed. "If you would like, we don't need to talk about this ever happening again."
Ryuichi knew that was the best way to forget about it, but in a way, he did not want to forget. Doing that would make it seem that it was all for nothing. It made it feel as if they were just trying to hide what happened from themselves and everyone around them. It may have been the best way to avoid everything, but it was not the best thing for them. Was it? They did not even know anymore.
"Yeah," Ryuichi came to a decision. "I will be cautious next time," he teased. "You actually thought you would hate K."
Giving him a death glare, he felt like sticking out his tongue like a three year old, "It was just the alcohol."
"I love you, man!" Ryuichi showed him just as he did the night before, throwing himself onto Tatsuha in fists of giggles. Tatsuha caught him with pleasure, and started to rub his hair.
"Say that one more time," he pleaded.
"Not a chance."
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"Sakuma… who?" a voice asked again, confused on exactly this person was.
Miyu dashed across her room in a fury, "Sakuma Ryuichi. You know, the guy Tatsuha always babbles about from sunrise to sunset," throwing a magazine with a picture containing Nittle Grasper's vocalist at the boy, she looked out the window.
"Oh," he examined the photo, lifting down his sunglasses to look more closely at the picture. "Not bad," he smirked as he admired the man's body. "No wonder Tatsuha gets a stiffy for this guy. Hell, I'm straight and I am getting one now!" he laughed.
Miyu groaned, grabbing the magazine from his hands, which he tried to keep from her taking away and threw it into the trash barrel. "You are so stupid, Eichiro. No wonder you and Tatsuha are friends. Why I told you all of this is beyond me."
"I have a right to know," he come backed, waiting for a challenge with insults. "I mean, if it was not about boning you, I know it had to be about something you would know about. Tatsuha would never tell me, anyways."
Throwing her hair back, she slipped her arms off the windowsill and started to fix up her makeup, "So, will you help me?"
"Damn girl," he grunted, unsure of what exactly to do, "it goes against my code of honor-"
Snorting, Miyu had to give him an awkward look, "Code of honor? Eichiro, I didn't know you and Tatsuha still did cute, little Boy Scout promises to one another."
"Shut up, bitch. I am going to help you as much as I can." Not guaranteeing her anything, he gave her a sly look as if he was up to something. Grabbing the magazine from the small trashcan, he flipped through the pages to look at the same picture she had shown him of Ryuichi. "You know, maybe Tatsuha is right about the whole bisexual thing. He gets a lot of hot women and fine specimen such as this. He needs to teach me a few things or too. Maybe I can stay at this guy's house, too." Laughing, he turned his head in the direction of Miyu to only get face contact with her alarm clock smashing into his face. Sunglasses flying, he was thrown back on the floor with a thud from the compact. "Ow!"
"I can really see why you and Tatsuha are friends," she roared, stomping out of her room, "you are both so stupid!"
End Chapter 9
I don't like this chapter. I do not know why, but my muses seem to hate me at the moment. The one thing I did like was adding K and Eichiro (again) into the story. I love K so he was good to have, and I am falling in love with Eichiro's personality. However, he seems to be a 'bad guy' at the moment with Miyu. So sad.
Now, reviews! (I want more.)
Cherry-Wolf: Once I saw 'Tatsuha' and 'mature' in the same sentence, I literally laughed. I am so stupid, but whatever. I had fun writing the interruptions, because I can just see it all happening. On your comment of Noriko, I agree. I think Noriko as such a great, funny character. She's ALL woman and proud! RAWR! Also, I think Miyu pregnant would be weird, although it would have been funny if I made her do something like that. Seeing an offspring of Tatsuha is freaky enough, but seeing Tatsuha being a "Mr. New Dad" is even worse! I am not going to make a comment about you almost shitting your pants, lmao. I keep my characters in their right personalities? Wow, that is a great compliment. *kisses your feet* my moment of Zen is basically pure boredom from me. Yeah, I am stupid.
Nittle Grasper Wonder: Yeah, now Tatsuha is the one being rejected. Also, why do I only get a little support if it is a girl? You want me to be with a guy or something? :P Actually, to give you a clue, it is not a girl.
PikuPiku: Oh man, I love it when people say the number of reviewer they are. 50, you say. Man, it makes me feel good to know how many I got! YES! Everyone hates me for what Ryuichi said, don't be mad at me, be mad at him. Heh, I put Miyu in this chapter and she ruined something! Mwaha!
Woodsie: Yay, another person who likes Miyu! Miyu has grown on me like an undead fetus… or something another. Don't worry, I get excited over small things like videogames and such so I can relate to Ryuichi. And to your comment of being one of the best writers… *has heart attack*.
Zufu-chan: lol, I dub your review the "Minion chat." Your review was cute and amused me for a good minute, thanks! *eats Pocky*
Noali: Original. I like the sound of that! Also, I have seen too many fanfics where the characters just instantly fall in love or already like each other and blah-blah. I find that a little corny, don't you? About it being like Miyu/Tatsuha with him and Ryuichi, you are the one who made me notice that. I laughed once I noticed. You are pretty conservative. I have slaves, heh, just what I've always wanted. FAKE? I love that series so much, it has nice moments. *growls* I am a fan of shounen-ai and yaoi, actually. Uh… yeah, you change the subject and make me do the same! ^-^
Komioji Fin: *hands you tissues* It is a little sad on what I did between them, huh? Maybe I should have Miyu get hit by a car in a chapter or something. That would be funny to me. Damn, I love getting compliments on my writing. Personally, I think I am not good at all. In addition… Strawberry Pocky, because it is KING!
Beachan18: I love how you call Miyu 'Amori-san', it makes me smile. You know, Ryuichi jealous because of a love related thing would be interesting to see. Heh, ideas are popping in my head. *slaps Miyu for you*
Oh, yeah! Ahem! Queen of Vegetasei… where are you? I am dying without your reviews! I am so sad without them. *sniffles*
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