Whispers of Time Part 7
Author: Harsha Raja
Rating: PG-13 but its getting hotter now, so read at ur own risk.
Hey everyone! I know that I've taken a very long time to post this up. I'm really sorry about that. I've been really busy with school and university applications etc. etc.. This chapter has a bit of lime in it. Not much but enough to be considered quite hot, at least in my books. The thing is I plan to make it into a full fledged lemon, but I'm not going to post it up on I haven't written the NC-17 version yet, but when I do, I'll be posting it up on . Do look out for it. Anyways enjoy it for now and do review k!! thankx!!
Seiki couldn't help but give his companion looks of concern. The strawberry blonde looked downright miserable and no matter how hard he had tried to cheer the boy up, it hadn't seemed to be working. As if realizing that he was worrying Seiki, Shuichi shot a small smile in his direction. "We're here, Shu." Shuichi looked startled but then smiled sweetly and said, "Let's go in then. I can't wait to see your paintings."
Both men walked through the posh doors of the art gallery. Shuichi couldn't help but marvel at the incredible interior décor of the place. It just screamed class and made you feel like you were in some sort of palace. Seiki led Shuichi to a big wooden door that had oak wood trimmings on it. As soon as Shuichi stepped inside, his jaw dropped. Standing right in front of him was a beautiful painting of himself. He couldn't believe how stunning and how much like him it was. It was almost like looking into a mirror. Shuichi realized that people were pointing at him and whispering to one another. He could feel traces of a blush creeping onto his face. He turned to Seiki and gave him a sharp glare. "Seiki, why did you put a painting of me up at your showcase? I'm going to be the laughing stock of this exhibition."
Seiki laughed softly before gently saying, "Shuichi, I don't think anyone is laughing at the picture. Most people are marveling that such a beautiful person could actually exist. Most of the people here don't know who you are and they think that the angel in the picture is fictitious, but now they know that the angel is you." Shuichi blushed sweetly as he heard the praising words of Seiki.
"Uhm Seiki, has the painting of me been bought yet? If it hasn't I would like to purchase it."
Seiki looked startled at Shuichi's question but then grinned and in a soft tone replied, "Sorry kiddo, the painting's already been bought. It was bought 2 days ago by an online bidder who paid $20, 000 for it."
Shuichi's jaw dropped in shock. "What!! Someone actually paid that kind of money for a painting of me? Shit, that's the craziest thing man. You have so many other exquisite paintings and some moron picks a painting of me...sheesh that guy sounds like a total quack."
Seiki laughed out loud as he heard Shuichi's mumblings. The strawberry blonde was absolutely adorable. Shuichi would have thrown a fit if he had told him the actual price the bidder had paid for his painting. He had actually sold it for two hundred thousand dollars and the funny thing was that the bidder had actually offered more money as he was desperate for the painting.
Both boys really enjoyed themselves at the exhibition and Shuichi had actually felt much better by the time the showcase was over. He felt calm enough to actually put his fight with Yuki behind him. It was almost one o' clock at night when the two men reached home. Shuichi was almost asleep by the time he got into the lift and thus, Seiki decided to walk him to his floor. Once the lift reached Shuichi's floor, the strawberry blonde turned to Seiki and told him that he could manage to walk to his apartment. Seiki nodded and smiled at Shuichi. Just as the raven haired man turned to enter the lift, he felt a pair of slender arms twining around his neck and a soft," thank you" whispered into his ear. Seiki smiled down gently at the beautiful boy and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight Shuichi" was the last thing he said before he entered the lift.
Yuki Eiri was fuming. He had never felt so angry in his whole life, well maybe which was a bit of an exaggeration, but he was seriously mad. How dare the brat wrap his arms around that asshole and let that man kiss him on the lips. He had seen the soft smile the man had given him when they had broken the kiss. Shuichi was his; there was no bloody way he was going to let that stupid black haired man take his Shu-chan away from him. Yuki could feel rage consuming him and the funny thing was that he wasn't sure who his anger was directed at. Was it Shuichi, Shu's lover or himself? He scoffed at where his thoughts were going. How the hell could he be angry at himself? It wasn't as if he had betrayed Shuichi. The rock star was the one who was betraying him.
Shuichi wearily trudged the way to his front door. He was completely unaware of the man standing in the shadows watching his every move with a calculating expression on his face. Just as he was about to open his front door, an arm shot out and grabbed his arm. Shuichi yelped in shock as he was pulled against a firm chest. His heart began to pound as fear filled his veins. He fought back the fear and looked up at his attacker ready to defend himself any way he knew how. However his looking up gave his attacker the perfect opportunity. Lips crushed down against his, bruising his petal soft lips. Shuichi tried to pull away, but the man bit down hard on his lip causing him to gasp in pain. A hot, wet tongue entered his mouth and began to ravish his sweetness. Shuichi realizing that the man was so preoccupied with tasting him used the opportunity to kick the man in the groin and pull away. He immediately crouched into a defensive position only to gasp out in shock when he realized who his attacker was. "Yu...Yuki-how, why?" was all he managed to get out before he was pulled back into the blonde haired man's embrace.
Yuki didn't give Shuichi any time to react before capturing his mouth again. He wasn't going to let the boy get away. He would show Shuichi who he belonged to. Anger and lust consumed him and all he could think of was being buried deep inside Shuichi. He continued to kiss Shuichi while running his hands down the strawberry blonde's delectable body. He continued to press his lips to Shuichi's mouth while unbuttoning the strawberry blonde's shirt. Shuichi tried to pull away from the kiss, but Yuki held on with a vice like grip. After struggling for what seemed like forever, Shuichi finally stopped resisting and kissed Yuki back. Yuki smirked in satisfaction; there was no way the boy could resist him.
Shuichi's mind was in a daze. All he could feel was the hands on his skin and the bruising force of lips on his own. He couldn't even fight back, because he knew that no matter how hard he tried to deny it, there was still and amazing spark of attraction between Yuki and him. The last thing he recalled before passion took over was Yuki ripping off his clothes and laying him on a bed. Then all that was left was the feeling of being swept away by a stormy sea with no one to save you. The tide of passion that overcame him was amazing and he screamed with pleasure when he was finally impaled by Yuki. As soon as the deed was done, Shuichi felt his eyes closing and even as he slipped away to oblivion, he knew that soon, very soon, the tears of anguish and regret were going to come. And when they did he was going to regret this moment of weakness for the rest of his life. He was going to have to face Yuki and deal with the jibes and cruel remarks, but until that moment came, he was going to enjoy his last moment of peace. Hopefully at least in his sleep he could pretend that this had never happened.
