Author's Notes: DAMMIT! I GIVE UP!!!
I try to proof-read this… I really do… and then I miss like, ten thousands things… -- I'm just so tired after finally getting the chapter done, that all the words blur together.
I NEED A BETA, DAMMIT! A MEAN, STRONG, BITCHY BETA!!!!
...
Ok. I'm done ranting…
For now…
Oh, and sorry this chapter took so long.
Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own Gravitation.
WARNING: This is a… er… very explicit chapter… … I think there's a reason for it… Maybe…
Er…
Forget it.
Gravitation Revisited: Magnetism
"Enraged" was too kind of a word for remaining members of Mys•fôr•shun. Nakano Hiroshi would have chosen "infuriated" to describe his particular mood. Seguchi Tohma would have picked "incensed", since it seemed like a very angry, yet very mature word. Uesugi Tatsuha would have just stuck with "enraged" since he was too upset to bothering thinking of a better synonym. The older Uesugi, Uesugi Eiri, however, would have chosen "betrayed" as a much more fitting emotion.
Either way, the four teens were upset, and no synonym was going to change that.
Eiri sighed and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He crossed his legs and leaned back. It was hot, he had a headache, and the music was too damn loud.
And too good… the blonde admitted feebly.
Aizawa Taki, Shirozawa Ma, and Mimuru Ken all stood on the small stage. The caf's occupants were thoroughly pleased with the music the three created. They managed to compose songs with Ken still only playing violin.
Eiri frowned. It was good – very good. The three certainly hadn't need Mys•fôr•shun in order to get themselves off the ground. It might have taken longer, but they definitely could have pulled it off on their own. Aizawa and his team were older than the other members and, as such, had more experience.
"This is…" Tohma sighed wearily, "disappointing… in a way."
Eiri's pursed his lips into a straight, thin line. "Yeah, I know what you mean." The blonde ran a hand through his hair. Perhaps "betrayed" was still too soft of a word.
"They're damn good," Tatsuha grumbled, resting his chin on his fists. "They never seemed this amazing before…"
"That's because we were holding them back."
Three heads turned in surprise and annoyance to Nakano Hiroshi. The brunette caught the glance and bristled.
"What?" he cried defensively, though not too loud so as to disturb the audience. "It's true. They're older than us and have actually taken music lessons. Ken's won awards for his violin playing. Taki has gone to nation wide champions ships for singing. And Ma has been approached by many famous bands to play with them." Hiro counted the list off on his fingers and then frowned. "We're nothing compared to them.
"Shut up," Tatsuha growled angrily. He was still sour from their encounter in Hiro's bedroom a few nights before. "We're a great band, and they're not going to beat us!"
"No one said anything about us being beat," Tohma replied calmly, cutting off Hiro before the guitarist could rebut. "We're just stating the fact that, whether we like it or not, ASK is better than Mys•fôr•shun."
The youngest Uesugi clenched his jaw tight. Was everyone against him here?!
"Aniki!" Tatsuha hissed. He leaned forward to look beyond Tohma, eyes resting on his brother. "You don't agree with these two, do you?!"
Eiri looked to the table the four sat at wearily. His contact-blue eyes narrowed.
"No, I don't agree with them," he answered at length. "ASK is… they're amazing, but…" The blonde swung his head up, making sure to not meet the gaze of the other three. He stared intently at the band. It hurt to see his friends up there, betraying him. "I think… I think we can beat them."
"Aniki!" Tatsuha grinned widely. "I knew you'd agree with me!!"
Hiro looked away from the pleased teen next to him. His eyes, too, fell on the band. He doubted Eiri's assumption.
"Eiri-chan…" the keyboardist spoke softly.
The said teen tensed the slightest when he felt Tohma's fingers rest over his. Faux-blue eyes fell to their adjoined hands. The gesture didn't feel warm like it did when Yuu touched him. It didn't give him the same thrill.
Something tight clenched in Eiri's throat.
"I'm not feeling well," the vocalist announced suddenly, pulling back his hand. He stood from the table and pulled out his cars keys. "Anyone who wants a ride home can leave with me now. Otherwise you're taking a taxi."
The three remaining teens didn't move for a second, staring at Eiri. After a moment, Tohma's eyes fell on Tatsuha and Hiro. The bassist and guitarist shrunk under the gaze.
"I'll be going with Eiri-chan," the platinum-blonde man informed, standing as well. His eyes never left Hiro and Tatsuha.
The two teens knew what the blue and aquamarine gazes on them were saying. They knew that Eiri was glaring a "stay together and work things out because I know you two tried to get frisky and it ended in a fight" type of stare. Tohma, however, was screaming with his eyes "you two better stay together so Eiri-chan and I can go home and have some time alone, or so help you."
The two dark haired men sighed. They knew that they should work out their argument and that Eiri and Tohma had also has a mishap of their own.
"I'll stay," Hiro replied in a small voice.
"I'll stay, too…" Tatsuha answered grudgingly. He rubbed absent-mindedly at his nose.
A warm smile parted Eiri's lips. "Good. We'll see you guys later, then." He waved over his shoulder as he departed from the café. This would be good for those two.
Tohma smiled as well and waved. "Say hello to ASK for us, if you get a chance. Tell them we enjoyed the show." He turned on his heel and followed Eiri out, his smile turning more mischievous by the second.
Tohma let out a breathy sigh as warm lips traveled down his neck. He relished in the feel of Eiri's hands slipping under his shirt. Those practiced hands were cool against Tohma's heated skin. It made the keyboardist shiver.
"Eiri-chan," Tohma whimpered softly as his lover sucked at his neck. It was going to leave a bruise, he noted, smiling. He loved it when Eiri left marks on him.
Uesugi Eiri was the only one who could make Tohma feel this way. He was the only one that could totally and perfectly dominate the older teen. Tohma basked in every minute of it. Only for Eiri would he let his real side show through.
The keyboardist opened his mouth in a silent moan. Eiri was nipping at Tohma's collarbone and fingers pinching at his nipples. The golden haired singer pressed his thigh between Tohma's legs, eliciting a delicious whimper from the teen.
"God, Eiri-chan…"
Hiro shifted uneasily. ASK had finished playing their whole first set since Eiri and Tohma had left. Tatsuha hadn't said a word.
Hiro wanted to say something, say anything, to end the awkward silence. However, no matter how hard he thought, nothing decent came to mind. The best he could do was steal glances at the man next to him and manage to turn away before Tatsuha noticed.
The guitarist slipped his grey eyes over to the object of his unfortunate affection. The café had grown rather quiet, since ASK was taking an intermission. It left Hiro to his thoughts, which he wasn't too grateful for. It hurt to think of Tatsuha too much.
The dark haired teen, who was looking around the café aimlessly, sighed. Hiro tensed.
"Will you stop staring at me?"
The auburn teen gasped when Tatsuha's dark, nearly black, eyes fell on him. Hiro flustered.
'I-I wasn't—"
"You've been staring at me since aniki and Tohma left," Tatsuha countered lowly. A smirk played on his face. "And rather wistfully, I might add."
Hiro gulped and leaned back. "Shut up. I can look where I want. Mind your own business!"
"And do you have some business with me?" the bassist queried huskily. He leant towards Hiro. "Why do you keep looking at me with those eyes, Hiroshi?"
"I'm not looking at you anymore, so leave me alone!!" Hiro hastily adverted his gaze, cheeks hot.
Tatsuha leant back in his chair comfortably. The two didn't speak for a moment, until Tatsuha finally opened his mouth once more.
"Listen, Hiroshi…" His voice was much softer and caring this time.
"Shut up, Tatsuha," the guitarist managed feebly.
"Can't we just talk?"
"No." Hiro ran a hand through his long hair, trying to busy his shaking hands.
"Why not?" Tatsuha shifted his chair closer.
Gripping the sides of his seat, Hiro gulped. "Be-because…"
Tatsuha was loosing patience with this chaste little game, and fast. He narrowed his eyes. "Because why?"
"Because you--!" Hiro whipped his head to yell at Tatsuha, but was cut short. The younger teen was dangerously close, their noses only an inch apart. The guitarist flustered and turned his eyes away. "Because you make me nervous," he admitted in a whisper.
Tatsuha arched an eyebrow. "Because of that night in your room?"
Hiro clenched his hands tighter around his chair. He couldn't take this…
Standing abruptly, then teen mumbled out an "excuse me" and ran to the bathroom.
Eiri grunted as Tohma's fingers danced down his naked chest. He loomed over the keyboardist, occasionally slipping his tongue into Tohma's mouth.
The platinum-blonde teen moaned as his lover's hand reached between their naked bodies. Tohma threw his head back on the pillow, pushing his hips upwards, rubbing against Eiri's heat.
Eiri closed his eyes, trying not to think too much. Just focus on the feeling, he mentally reprimanded himself. Forget everything else…
The vocalist's mind had been wandering the whole night, despite Tohma and he's activities. He just couldn't stay focused without think about…
…about Yuu.
No, I can go an hour without thinking about him…
Eiri's fake-blue eyes fluttered open. They rested on Tohma's flushed face, twisted in pleasure. Eiri's heart used to swell when he saw that face. It used to make his stomach clench and his groin grow hotter. He had loved seeing that face, knowing it was he who could make Tohma feel that good.
Now, though, Eiri didn't like seeing Tohma like that. He didn't want to be the only one to see the keyboardist without his traditional calm smile. He didn't want the responsibility to juggle Tohma's heart in his hands.
Eiri lowered his head to rest his forehead next to Tohma's head. His eyes shut tightly and his hand between them sped up. The man underneath him arched and whimpered.
The golden-haired man set his jaw when he felt Tohma's arms wrap around his shoulders. The embrace was warm and gentle. Eiri felt his stomach lurch. Tohma was holding him too gently.
The singer didn't want this. He didn't want the man under him to love him, to need him. He didn't want to make the boy cry out his name in pleasure. He didn't want Tohma…
Eiri's hand reached lower suddenly. He pressed one unprepared finger inside his lover. Tohma's nails pressed into the other teen's shoulder blades.
Yes, that's it… Eiri hissed mentally. Hurt me. Hate me. Just… just don't love me…
"Eiri-chan!" Tohma gasped as Eiri's finger stroked him. The keyboardist pressed forward. "More…"
Eiri suppressed the urge to growl. Tohma wasn't supposed to enjoy it…
God help me if he's secretly a masochist…
Hiro sighed wearily and glared at his reflection in the mirror. The small, one-person bathroom of the café was surprisingly clean, which Hiro accepted gratefully.
He reached forward to turn on the faucet. It might do him good to cool down a bit… However, just as he curled his fingers around the knob, the door to the bathroom swung open.
Hiro jumped, reeling back from the sink and swinging his head to the door. He stared with wide eyes as Tatsuha sauntered through the doorway.
"H-hey!" the guitarist sputtered angrily. He was secretly grateful, though, that it was Tatsuha and no one else. "This is a private bathroom!! Don't just waltz in!"
"Do I honestly look like I care?" the other man queried lowly, black eyes searing. He shut the door and reached behind him, locking it.
Hiro bristled. "What are you doing?"
"I'm not playing these stupid games anymore." Tatsuha stepped forward, his previous scowl twisting into a smirk. "There's no reason for us to jerk each other around like this."
The grey-eyed teen tensed and stood his ground. "What are you talking about?" he cried defensively. "I'm not playing games."
"Not anymore you're not." Tatsuha advanced, closing in on the other man in a matter of three steps in the small bathroom. "Because now I'm making the rules, Hiroshi."
Hiro shuddered and took a hesitant step back. No, no he didn't want this to happen…!
"Stop being a moron, Tatsuha." He felt his back press against the cool tile wall of the bathroom and swallowed hard. How clich
"I'm not being a moron…" The bassist's eyes narrowed into slits, his mouth grinning. He stepped so close to Hiro that their chests were brushing. "I'm just being true to my body…"
Hiro gasped, knowing just how true Tatsuha was being when the dark-haired teen pressed his hips against the brunette's. Wide, grey eyes stared in shock at black pools smoldering with lust.
"Feel that, Hiroshi?" Tatsuha breathed, pressing his hips harder. "That's what I feel for you."
Hiro bit back the urge to groan. He wouldn't let himself enjoy this, no matter how amazing it felt. He would rebut and push Tatsuha away. He would get the hell out of this mess…
At least, Nakano Hiroshi would have done all those things. However, his body was starting to react on its own, and his head was swimming with desire. Tatsuha's lips had managed to press against his jugular.
"T-tatsuha…" Hiro set his jaw and looked to the ceiling of the bathroom for guidance. All that resulted in, though, was giving Tatsuha more access to tease the other man's neck. "Stop…"
"Why?" Tatsuha pulled back, glaring at Hiro deeply. "Why stop?!" he cried. His hands gripped at the guitarist's shoulders. "Would just one time really kill you?!"
"'Just one time'?" Hiro repeated breathlessly. "Yes, Tatsuha, I think just one time might kill me." He needed more than once… He needed an eternity…
"Than more then once." Tatsuha smiled. "As many times as you want."
"No…"
"Dammit, Hiroshi!! Why the hell not?!" he growled.
"Because it's not right!!" Hiro screamed, trying to push himself free, but to no avail. "Because we're friends and shouldn't do these types of things! Because we're not lovers! Because we're in a public bathroom! Because…! Because…" Hiro sucked in a shaky breath. "Because…"
"No one cares if we use the public bathroom like this, Hiroshi," the teen answered blankly.
Hiro sighed and looked away. "Idiot…"
"Hey, don't turn away from me." Tatsuha's fingers curled under Hiro's chin. He turned the boy back to face him. "Stare me right in the eyes and tell me it doesn't feel good."
Grey eyes landed hesitantly on Tatsuha. Hiro tried not to whimper as his best friend ground his hips further.
"I'm not going to lie," the auburn-haired teen managed. "It does feel good… But, it's not right."
"'Because we're 'friends' and 'not lovers'," Tatsuha parroted, "right?"
Hiro's face grew hot. He nodded weakly.
"So why don't we change that?" The bassist's voice dropped. He slipped his one hand back, through Hiro's long hair. His eyes followed the movement his hand made. "Why don't we stop being friends…?" Tatsuha turned his gaze back to Hiro. The long haired teen looked frightened. "Why don't we become lovers…?"
Hiro wanted to burst right then. He felt something acidic shoot up from his stomach, all the way through his lungs. He never knew what the sensation actually was, but he did know it always left him breathless. And Hiro did know that it was always caused by Tatsuha.
Lovers… Hiro liked the idea and perhaps a bit too much. He had wanted it so badly for all these years… He dreamed about it, daydreamed about it, yearned and lusted for it. Hiro wanted to be Tatsuha's lover more than anything in the world. Hiro wanted to be totally and completely his.
"Tatsuha…"
"Don't say anything else, Hiroshi." Tatsuha brushed his nose against his friend's. "Just let me kiss you…"
Hiro's eyelids grew heavy as Tatsuha's lips neared. He could taste the other teen, even though their mouths weren't brushing yet. He relished in the feel of the bassist's hot breath on his skin.
"W-wait…" Hiro choked, almost inaudibly. The word caused their lips to accidentally meet for a brief moment. Hiro shivered softly.
"What…?" Tatsuha breathed, intentionally letting his lips touch Hiro's with his query.
Hiro clenched his fists to restrain himself. "I only want this… if you're serious…"
Their mouths had encountered so many times by now, it was if they were laying butterfly kisses on one another.
Tatsuha nodded shortly. He then opened his mouth to agree verbally, but was cut off as Hiro finally closed the miniscule gap between them.
A nod was all the confirmation Hiro needed.
Tohma cried out brokenly as his lover pushed into him deeper. He tossed his head back, platinum-blonde bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, as Eiri took him from behind. Aquamarine eyes were shut in ecstasy.
Eiri groaned, fingers curling into Tohma's hips. It would surely bruise by the morning, but Eiri didn't care. It didn't matter anymore. He would just get every last drop of passion he could out of tonight.
It would be their last.
It was so hot, Eiri noted with a fuzzy mind. Tohma was hotter and tighter than usual. It was an all encompassing heat that swallowed Eiri whole.
Externally, the singer felt amazing. His skin was on fire. The fine hairs on his body stood up on end, despite the sweat and heat. Eiri's groin felt like it was swelling and yet tightening at the same time.
Gods, he's tight tonight…
Eiri moaned. It all felt wonderful superficially… but…
Internally, the blonde was an emotional wreck. He didn't want to be with Tohma. He didn't want to hear that voice moaning his name. He didn't want to be inside this heat.
He wanted something else…
…something dangerous.
He wanted Yuu.
Eiri flung his head back and glared at the ceiling. He thrust harder into Tohma, trying to ease his frustrations.
The taken man moaned loudly. Tohma reached down with a shaky hand, breathing hard. He gripped at himself, relieving himself of all the tension between his legs.
"Eiri-chan!!"
The said teen's eyes hardened. He stared vehemently at the ceiling, blaming all of his frustrations on the plaster. Maybe if he stared hard enough, it would take his mind off a certain novelist…
Eiri gasped in shock as Tohma let out a guttural cry and came hard. The vocalist let out a trembling groan as he, too, came and spilt his seed into his lover.
"Yuu--!!"
Hiro gripped at Tatsuha's shoulders as the bassist pushed a second calloused finger into him. The brunette gasped and threw his head to the side, pressing his cheek to tile wall of the bathroom. It was cool against his flushed, naked body.
"You know," Tatsuha's lips found Hiro's voice box and suckled there for a moment, "aniki and Tohma are probably doing this right now."
It took Hiro a few tries before he could get his voice working. His friend's ministrations along his throat were melting him.
"Don't," he demanded through a moan as Tatsuha's fingers pumped inside him, "talk about your brother… while you're… fingering me…"
The bassist chuckled deeply. The movement of his laughing lips against Hiro's neck elicited a sigh from the latter man.
"Why not?" Tatsuha cooed innocently, leaning up to stare into grey-eyes.
"Because," Hiro hissed. He shuddered as his friend's hand slipped down his naked body. "Because it's incest," he finished with a quirky smile, despite the hand now gripping him between his legs.
The dark-haired teen nipped at Hiro's bottom lip. "That's not so unusual," he reprimanded.
Hiro cocked a curious eyebrow and moaned softly. "You and Eiri…?"
The fingers inside the guitarist twitched as Tatsuha laughed again. "Once, and only once," the bassist explained. "We were much younger and helped each other out."
Hiro rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear about his new lover's promiscuous ways with his own brother while being pleasured like this.
"Aw, don't give me that look," Tatsuha cooed. He gripped between Hiro's legs tighter. The teen gasped and whimpered. "It was only once. I was eleven. We only jerked each other off."
Hiro tried to ignore the amazing sensation of his friend's hands on the most sensitive parts of his body just long enough to grumble at Tatsuha. "I don't want to hear this."
He laughed again. "Oh please. Aniki and I look just alike, except for our coloring. You know the idea of the two of us getting off is hot."
The auburn-haired man tossed his head back and cried out. Tatsuha had emphasized his point by removing his fingers from inside Hiro and pushing in something else.
"Ah, Tatsuha… not so fast!!"
The dark-eyed man fastened his lips to Hiro's ear. Tatsuha pressed into his lover and grasped at him.
"Hiroshi…" Tatsuha grunted at the tightness. "Hiroshi, are you a virgin?"
"Well," Hiro moaned, "I was a virgin… up until a few seconds – ah - ago."
Something in Tatsuha's chest swelled. He smiled widely. "Really?" he whispered into his lover's ear.
The guitarist nodded weakly through his little gasps and whimpers. "Really," he breathed.
Tatsuha pulled his head back and moaned softly. He pressed his lips to Hiro's cheek, then the teen's forehead, and nose, and all over his face, until Hiro was covered in small kisses.
"Hey, Hiroshi…?"
Hiro's breaths were coming quicker now, but he couldn't help but blush and smile. "Mmmm?"
"You're shivering."
It's was true – every one of Hiro's muscles was quivering in pleasure and nervousness. He was grateful that Tatsuha was pinning him to the wall, otherwise his knees would have given out by now.
"I've never felt… like this before," he explained sheepishly through little gasps. "You're the only one…"
Tatsuha pressed his exposed chest and stomach against Hiro's. He could feel every little twitch of his lover's muscles.
"Keep it that way, Hiroshi…" The bassist pressed his lips to Hiro's hair line and kissed down to the tip of his nose. "I want to be the only one to hold you like this… I want to be the only one to make you tremble like this…" He kissed Hiro then, running his tongue through the flushed teen's mouth. He pulled back and spoke softly. "I want to be the only one to kiss you while we make love…" He grinned cheekily. "I want to be the only one to feel your heat," he breathed, thrusting into Hiro harder.
"Only you," the brunette groaned." He slipped his hands through Tatsuha's hair. "Only you, Tatsuha…"
"Only me," he repeated almost inaudibly, kissing Hiro. "And always me…"
Eiri sighed and ran a hand through his slick hair. He was still sweaty.
Why the hell isn't the air conditioning on?! he grumbled mentally. He shot an icy glare to the aforementioned machine.
The blonde's hands shook and his heart pounded rapidly. He needed a cigarette.
Eiri didn't smoke often. The only time the nicotine tube was placed between his lips was if he was incredibly stressed out.
This was one of those times.
Eiri tensed when he felt Tohma wrap arms around his waist. The singer looked down to see aquamarine-eyes staring up at him warmly. Eiri fought the urge to frown.
"What's up?" he queried as nicely as possible.
Eiri was sick of those eyes. He didn't want to see those sweet, loving eyes staring at him anymore. He didn't want Tohma to make those faces for him.
"Lay down," Tohma replied, pulling on his upright lover. He lifted the thin sheet over them just the slightest as an invitation. "Let's go to sleep."
"It's too hot to cuddle." Contact-blue eyes shifted away to stare at the floor angrily.
"Put on the A.C., then." Tohma sat up then, eyeing Eiri warily. "Or are you just looking for an excuse." Those sweet, loving eyes narrowed.
"Don't give me any shit, Tohma," the golden haired teen hissed, looking to the other man. Tohma blinked. "I'm not in the mood."
The keyboardist didn't move for a second. He just sat there, staring into those fake blue eyes. Something inside him, something that was cracked already, began slowly crumbling.
"What are you in the mood for, Eiri-chan?" he spoke lowly, gently. Those eyes softened to almost a saddened state. Eiri flinched. "If you're not in the mood for me… then who are you in the mood for? Yuu?"
Eiri's eyes shot open wide. No, that wasn't possible…
"How…?" Eiri croaked. "How do you know that name?"
Had Tatsuha or Hiro told Tohma? No, they wouldn't do that… They swore they would keep Eiri's infatuation a secret!
Tohma's brow knit in anguish. "So it's true…"
Eiri sputtered and leaned forward. "Where did you hear that name?' he growled.
"From your lips," the platinum-blonde teen explained sadly. "When… when we were making love, no, having sex… you moaned his name."
Eiri swallowed hard. Had he? Well, it made sense… he had been thinking about Yuu the whole time…. What it would be like to have that man under him, that man moaning his name, that man's heat all around him…
The vocalist looked away and sighed. He didn't bother saying anything. Tohma didn't need an explanation.
"Eiri-chan… we…"
Eiri closed his eyes and pressed the heels of his hands to his sockets. It hurt to think about.
I'm really over Tohma, aren't I…?
"Eiri-chan," Tohma repeated slowly. He shifted forward, the sheets falling from his naked body. He placed a gentle hand on the back of Eiri's sweat-slicked neck. "I love you."
Tohma had never said it before. In Eiri and his relationship it was an unwritten rule to never say those three words. They had started as mere "hook-up buddies", and even though their relationship had developed more than that, they would never say it.
Until now…
Eiri stood abruptly. "I'm going to take a shower," he bit out, storming from the room and slamming the door behind him.
Author's Notes: Jesus. That was a long chapter. … There was a lot of sex, too…
…
Should I apologize for that??
Er, more band stuff and a concert next chapter.