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Your Worst Nightmare
Chapter 02: Dreams to Reality
Shuichi was walking with his friend, Hiroshi, in the park. The singer let out a small sigh and said, "Hiro, I don't know what I can do. I try so hard to please Eiri, but he just pushes me away, and shuns me..."
Hiroshi looked at his friend with a small look of sadness, but he kept a kind smile. "Shuichi," he began, "I'm sure that if Yuki knows that you love him, then things are good between you. You know that he loves you as well, even if he doesn't say it. But if he knows that you still love him, then that's all he needs. You shouldn't worry about Yuki being himself. He just has a hard time with human emotions."
Shuichi looked at his friend with his large and watery violet eyes.
"Don't cry, Shuichi. Something as silly as this doesn't deserve your tears."
Shu looked down to the ground, sniffing and saying, "You're right... Thank you, Hiro." Shu now had a small smile tugging at his lips. Hiro always had things to say about his relationship with Eiri. And the guitarist helped him understand things about having a relationship with such a grouch. And Shu knew that even though Eiri was a grouch a lot of the time, he still loved him, and he knew that Eiri loved him even if he never said it.
Hiro looked up at the sky, watching storm clouds slowly move over the city of Tokyo. He frowned slightly as a small sprinkle of rain had begun to fall. "Maybe we should go somewhere indoors," he suggested.
Shuichi nodded. "Where would you like to go?"
Hiro was about to reply to his small friend, but someone had crashed into him from behind, sending him down to the ground. A man wearing blue jeans with holes in the knees, and a zipped up leather jacket looked down at Hiro. He had short, messy and greasy looking black hair. He looked as though he hadn't shaved in a couple days too.
Hiro got up on his feet, rubbing his chin. It had a new scratch on it; red, but no blood. "You should watch where you're going," Hiro said to the man.
"I don't have time for this bullshit. I need to get out of here," the man said frantically. He then tried to quickly walk away, but Shuichi stepped in front of him, block him off.
"Not until you apologize to my friend," he said with a glare.
"I don't have time for this!" He shouted at the vocalist, pushing him out of his way. Shuichi stumbled backwards, but stayed on his feet.
This cause Hiro to get angry. He grabbed the back of the man's jacket, and pulled him back. "Come on, he was just asking for you to apologize, you don't have to be so rude to him about it."
The greasy haired man turned his head so that the could look at Hiro. He shot him a dangerous glare. He then slowly reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a hand gun. He clicked the safety off, pointed the gun at Hiro's head, and shot.
Hiroshi's grip had faded on the man, and he dashed off. Shuichi watched with wide eyes as his friend fell to the ground, blood pouring from his new and fatal wound.
Shuichi rushed to his friend, and fell to his knees. He pulled the top half of his friend's body up on his lap, tears building up in his violet eyes. "Hiro!"
Hiro looked up at the singer, and had a warm smile as he said, "Shuichi... You're forgetting."
Shuichi was more worried about his friend's weak voice. He knew that he wouldn't live. "What am I forgetting?" He asked.
"Life."
Shuichi woke in fright, instantly sitting up. He had beads of sweat slowly running down his forehead. Tears that were now real were building in his eyes, before they just fell, rolling down his pale face. He looked over to see Eiri, peacefully sleeping.
He pushed the blankets off of his body, and got up out of bed. He didn't notice that he was nude as he walked out into the kitchen. The clock caught his eyes. 5:30 A.M.
He grasped the phone off the charger and dialed Hiro's number from memory.
"Nngh.. Hello?" Hiro's tired voice asked.
"Hiroshi! It's Shuichi. Are you alright?! Is everything okay?!" He desperately asked.
"No! Everything isn't fine! You're calling me at five fucking thirty in the morning!"
"Hiro.. I'm sorry.. I just had an awful dream..."
Hiro sighed. "I'm sorry Shuichi. But, why don't you tell me today at work. It's Friday, so why don't you and I go have some fun tonight?"
"Friday?" He questioned. 'But, I thought that it was Saturday.. No wait... That was in my dream,' he thought to himself. He then went back to talking to Hiro. "Right, it is Friday.. Yeah, I'll see you at work later. Bye."
"Bye, Shuichi."
Shuichi hung up, and sighed, leaning against the counter. He heard shuffling coming from the bedroom. He then watched Eiri as he came into the kitchen, flipping the light on. He was wearing a robe, unlike Shuichi who still didn't notice that he was undressed. "Brat, what are you doing in the kitchen without any clothes on?" Eiri questioned.
Shuichi looked down at his showing manhood. A small blush graced his cheeks as he looked up at his lover. "I, uh, guess that I didn't notice."
"Guess not," Eiri replied, adding a shrug. "But I like it..." He walked up to the pink haired pop star, reaching his hand out. He was now holding Shuichi's chin, gazing into his eyes. He smirked as the boy slowly walked closer to him.
He then leaned down and captured Shuichi's lips with his own in a heated kiss. When Eiri pulled away from the kiss, he looked down to see that Shuichi had become hard. Just what he wanted. "Now, go get in the shower," he told Shu.
Shuichi now had both eyes of lust and pout. "But.. Eiri I-"
"I know. Just do as I say and get in the shower." He sneaked a hand down, then gently tip-toed two of his fingers down Shuichi's shaft. Eiri chuckled slightly at the small whimper coming from Shuichi, meaning that he wanted more. "If you're a good boy, I just might join you..."
At hearing this, Shuichi quickly made his way to the bathroom. Eiri chuckled as he heard the water running from the shower. He shook his head, then began to make a pot of coffee.
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An hour and a half later, Shuichi angrily came into Eiri's study. He glared at the author, who was peacefully typing away on his laptop. "Eiri," he whined. "Why didn't you come and join me in the shower? I was a good boy!"
Eiri's fingers paused, and he looked up at the boy with a smirk. "I knew that if I said that you would be in the shower, waiting for a while. I took the opportunity to get some work done."
Shu made a pouty face as he shifted his weight onto one foot, his hand resting on his hip. "You're so cruel, Eiri!"
Eiri gazed at the boy. He was just out of the shower, with water dripping from his hair onto his bare chest. The beads slowly dripped down the slender body. A towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, teasing Eiri that it would fall. Damn. Now -he- was hard. He shook his head. "Don't you have to get to work soon?"
Shuichi smirked as he slowly walked up to Eiri. The blonde watched as with each small step, the towel teased more, by beginning to slide down the singer's body.
Eiri wanted Shuichi.
Shuichi had an evil grin as when he took another step, the towel fell to the floor. He watched Eiri gaze his body up and down. His smirked stayed as he turned around, and bent down. Eiri gazed upon the ass that he so desired.
Eiri frowned as Shuichi came back up and turned around, his penis once again hidden behind the towel. "Well, I should get ready for work," Shu said, turning and leaving.
Eiri sat there for a minute, then shouted out, "You're evil!"
All he could hear were many giggles coming from his evil lover.
---
Well, how was that? I know that it was rather mean of me to just deny you all some lemony goodness, but that will be coming soon.
And I'm sorry that the story isn't angst yet, but it's getting there!
And, I have a new live journal if anyone wants to read it. Check me out under the name: ChibiKat333 (The underscore wont show, but there is an underscore between chibi and kat)
Thanks! Reiven a.k.a Ryoko
Your Worst Nightmare
Chapter 02: Dreams to Reality
Shuichi was walking with his friend, Hiroshi, in the park. The singer let out a small sigh and said, "Hiro, I don't know what I can do. I try so hard to please Eiri, but he just pushes me away, and shuns me..."
Hiroshi looked at his friend with a small look of sadness, but he kept a kind smile. "Shuichi," he began, "I'm sure that if Yuki knows that you love him, then things are good between you. You know that he loves you as well, even if he doesn't say it. But if he knows that you still love him, then that's all he needs. You shouldn't worry about Yuki being himself. He just has a hard time with human emotions."
Shuichi looked at his friend with his large and watery violet eyes.
"Don't cry, Shuichi. Something as silly as this doesn't deserve your tears."
Shu looked down to the ground, sniffing and saying, "You're right... Thank you, Hiro." Shu now had a small smile tugging at his lips. Hiro always had things to say about his relationship with Eiri. And the guitarist helped him understand things about having a relationship with such a grouch. And Shu knew that even though Eiri was a grouch a lot of the time, he still loved him, and he knew that Eiri loved him even if he never said it.
Hiro looked up at the sky, watching storm clouds slowly move over the city of Tokyo. He frowned slightly as a small sprinkle of rain had begun to fall. "Maybe we should go somewhere indoors," he suggested.
Shuichi nodded. "Where would you like to go?"
Hiro was about to reply to his small friend, but someone had crashed into him from behind, sending him down to the ground. A man wearing blue jeans with holes in the knees, and a zipped up leather jacket looked down at Hiro. He had short, messy and greasy looking black hair. He looked as though he hadn't shaved in a couple days too.
Hiro got up on his feet, rubbing his chin. It had a new scratch on it; red, but no blood. "You should watch where you're going," Hiro said to the man.
"I don't have time for this bullshit. I need to get out of here," the man said frantically. He then tried to quickly walk away, but Shuichi stepped in front of him, block him off.
"Not until you apologize to my friend," he said with a glare.
"I don't have time for this!" He shouted at the vocalist, pushing him out of his way. Shuichi stumbled backwards, but stayed on his feet.
This cause Hiro to get angry. He grabbed the back of the man's jacket, and pulled him back. "Come on, he was just asking for you to apologize, you don't have to be so rude to him about it."
The greasy haired man turned his head so that the could look at Hiro. He shot him a dangerous glare. He then slowly reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a hand gun. He clicked the safety off, pointed the gun at Hiro's head, and shot.
Hiroshi's grip had faded on the man, and he dashed off. Shuichi watched with wide eyes as his friend fell to the ground, blood pouring from his new and fatal wound.
Shuichi rushed to his friend, and fell to his knees. He pulled the top half of his friend's body up on his lap, tears building up in his violet eyes. "Hiro!"
Hiro looked up at the singer, and had a warm smile as he said, "Shuichi... You're forgetting."
Shuichi was more worried about his friend's weak voice. He knew that he wouldn't live. "What am I forgetting?" He asked.
"Life."
Shuichi woke in fright, instantly sitting up. He had beads of sweat slowly running down his forehead. Tears that were now real were building in his eyes, before they just fell, rolling down his pale face. He looked over to see Eiri, peacefully sleeping.
He pushed the blankets off of his body, and got up out of bed. He didn't notice that he was nude as he walked out into the kitchen. The clock caught his eyes. 5:30 A.M.
He grasped the phone off the charger and dialed Hiro's number from memory.
"Nngh.. Hello?" Hiro's tired voice asked.
"Hiroshi! It's Shuichi. Are you alright?! Is everything okay?!" He desperately asked.
"No! Everything isn't fine! You're calling me at five fucking thirty in the morning!"
"Hiro.. I'm sorry.. I just had an awful dream..."
Hiro sighed. "I'm sorry Shuichi. But, why don't you tell me today at work. It's Friday, so why don't you and I go have some fun tonight?"
"Friday?" He questioned. 'But, I thought that it was Saturday.. No wait... That was in my dream,' he thought to himself. He then went back to talking to Hiro. "Right, it is Friday.. Yeah, I'll see you at work later. Bye."
"Bye, Shuichi."
Shuichi hung up, and sighed, leaning against the counter. He heard shuffling coming from the bedroom. He then watched Eiri as he came into the kitchen, flipping the light on. He was wearing a robe, unlike Shuichi who still didn't notice that he was undressed. "Brat, what are you doing in the kitchen without any clothes on?" Eiri questioned.
Shuichi looked down at his showing manhood. A small blush graced his cheeks as he looked up at his lover. "I, uh, guess that I didn't notice."
"Guess not," Eiri replied, adding a shrug. "But I like it..." He walked up to the pink haired pop star, reaching his hand out. He was now holding Shuichi's chin, gazing into his eyes. He smirked as the boy slowly walked closer to him.
He then leaned down and captured Shuichi's lips with his own in a heated kiss. When Eiri pulled away from the kiss, he looked down to see that Shuichi had become hard. Just what he wanted. "Now, go get in the shower," he told Shu.
Shuichi now had both eyes of lust and pout. "But.. Eiri I-"
"I know. Just do as I say and get in the shower." He sneaked a hand down, then gently tip-toed two of his fingers down Shuichi's shaft. Eiri chuckled slightly at the small whimper coming from Shuichi, meaning that he wanted more. "If you're a good boy, I just might join you..."
At hearing this, Shuichi quickly made his way to the bathroom. Eiri chuckled as he heard the water running from the shower. He shook his head, then began to make a pot of coffee.
-
An hour and a half later, Shuichi angrily came into Eiri's study. He glared at the author, who was peacefully typing away on his laptop. "Eiri," he whined. "Why didn't you come and join me in the shower? I was a good boy!"
Eiri's fingers paused, and he looked up at the boy with a smirk. "I knew that if I said that you would be in the shower, waiting for a while. I took the opportunity to get some work done."
Shu made a pouty face as he shifted his weight onto one foot, his hand resting on his hip. "You're so cruel, Eiri!"
Eiri gazed at the boy. He was just out of the shower, with water dripping from his hair onto his bare chest. The beads slowly dripped down the slender body. A towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, teasing Eiri that it would fall. Damn. Now -he- was hard. He shook his head. "Don't you have to get to work soon?"
Shuichi smirked as he slowly walked up to Eiri. The blonde watched as with each small step, the towel teased more, by beginning to slide down the singer's body.
Eiri wanted Shuichi.
Shuichi had an evil grin as when he took another step, the towel fell to the floor. He watched Eiri gaze his body up and down. His smirked stayed as he turned around, and bent down. Eiri gazed upon the ass that he so desired.
Eiri frowned as Shuichi came back up and turned around, his penis once again hidden behind the towel. "Well, I should get ready for work," Shu said, turning and leaving.
Eiri sat there for a minute, then shouted out, "You're evil!"
All he could hear were many giggles coming from his evil lover.
---
Well, how was that? I know that it was rather mean of me to just deny you all some lemony goodness, but that will be coming soon.
And I'm sorry that the story isn't angst yet, but it's getting there!
And, I have a new live journal if anyone wants to read it. Check me out under the name: ChibiKat333 (The underscore wont show, but there is an underscore between chibi and kat)
Thanks! Reiven a.k.a Ryoko