Summary: An unreal adventure in a TV studio. Kina Sing the host and the victims . . . I mean, guests Hiro and Suguru. What's Tohma's plan having them on this show?
Warning: Yes, another m/m lemon, possible violence towards a TV personality and peeping perverts.
Beginning Note: Wow, it's been a year since I started posting this story. ::eyes tear up:: My creation is a year old. I'm so proud! Thanks to all my reviewers! I love reviews, and so far they've all been kind and really helped urge me to write even when I didn't have the time. Also, I don't know about other writers, but this story is inspired by the show. I've recently been reading the manga, so I really can't go by much to write a story fitting more into that story line. And readers feel free to talk to me. I feel it's easier to get along if you already know you have something in common that you like.
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If Only I Could Tell You – Chapter 8
A soft melody filled the darkly lit room. The source, a single guitar, near by the teal haired keyboardist slept alone. It was barely dawn, blue light shone from the window filling most of the room. Suguru stirred between the sheets slightly, the plucking of the strings disturbing his dreams. A smile came over him and his eyes peeked open. He sat up and looked over at Hiro, concentrating over his guitar and … Suguru's keyboard? The teal haired boy wrapped himself in a sheet in the middle of the bed.
"Hiro, what are you doing with my keyboard?" Suguru asked, wiping some sleep from his eyes.
"Nothing, just looking at it is all," Hiro quickly answered, fidgeting with the equipment.
"Is that why the power light is on?"
He gave a nervous smile to the smaller boy, turning the keyboard off. Putting the guitar down he walked over to the bed, Suguru sitting himself in the older boys lap, straddling his legs. Hiro smiled casually as he let his hands slip down Suguru's waist, settling right above the rim of the shorts he was wearing. Suguru cheeks heated with a rush of blood, lips parted with a heavy gasp as Hiro delved to the crevice of the boy's neck. Suguru yelped as Hiro gently nipped at the sensitive flesh, snickering as he replaced his teeth with lips and planting kisses over the shallow teeth marks. Suddenly the smaller boy arched his back with a yawn. Hiro looked down with a bit of disappointment.
"Boring you am I?" Hiro asked softly.
"No, course not," Suguru yawned. "I just didn't sleep well, I'm a little tired."
"You can go back to sleep, I don't mind."
He looked down at the small boy, his eyes already closed and a soft breathing gently emitting from him. Hiro brush strands from Suguru's face, looking at his soft skin and cute face. Hiro closed his eyes and pulled the boy closer into his embrace.
(Later That Morning)
"Why do we have to do this?" whined Suguru, fighting for the covers keeping him warm as Hiro tried to tug them off. "You've been on TV. You know what those people are like."
"Oh come on, that wasn't so bad," Hiro tried to convince him.
"Not that bad, till the whole thing was up to Shuichi."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hiro was silently staring at Suguru, giving one good pull of the blankets, but the younger boy had a strong grip.
"That it was a bad situation and I don't see why you would want to do something like it again ...?" Suguru cringed.
"K is making us, and I owe him," Hiro explained. "Besides, he's our manager. That gives him an authority over us whether we like it or not." At that moment Hiro was thinking he didn't. "Owe him? I think he's gotten enough of what he wants out of me." His brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly relaxed looking back at Suguru. "We don't have to answer any questions we don't want to."
"So that means none?" Suguru asked with a groan.
"If you want I can answer all the questions," assured Hiro with a smile, tugging harder at the sheets.
"Ok," Suguru said a little relieved.
"I'll tell them about our first time together and that cute way you blush and look up at me when you're about to ..." Hiro's eyes shifted suggestively to Suguru's waist. His last word was lost, however, as Suguru stopped pulling on the blankets, causing Hiro to fall backwards. "Or I could just tell them how we make each other's butts soar. Yeah, that gets straight to the point."
"That's not funny!"
"Neither is my soar butt," Hiro complained, rubbing his hand over his rear. "I'm sorry, I was just teasing."
"Again I say it's not funny."
"Ok, no more teasing. We'll just go, sit, stare, ignore them, piss them off and leave."
Hiro walked past him, removing his shirt in front of the mirror. Suguru stared at him rather closely, admiring his body as it was revealed before him. The soft curves of muscle and flesh, the way his hair tickled his skin. The guitarist could see the almost bewildered look Suguru had on his face in the mirror. Hiro tossed the shirt in Suguru's face with a chuckle. Suguru grabbed Hiro with a pout, pulling him onto the bed. Hopping on top of him, Suguru straddled Hiro's hips. Hiro looked up with a raised eyebrow a little surprised.
"Cute, very cute. Ok you, K is going to be here any minute."
"I'm not trying to be cute," Suguru responded.
"Well you are," Hiro chuckled. "Come on, I'll compromise with you. I think you'll be happy."
(Outside)
K was sitting in his van whistling to himself. Things had turned into a personal hell a few days ago. Not only had Kina Sing, the woman who killed his chance at getting the band more publicity, walked into NG Records with a deal plan, one that Tohma went along with willingly, and therefore, he had to go along with too. Today he was trying to keep calm. Not because he wanted to, because he had to. It was better he put up with the woman than risk giving her a bad story on him or the band.
He did find her a very annoying and odd woman. She hosted two shows; one her talk show, a distasteful example of daytime television. The other was an evening show on entertainment news, not much better than her other show. The evening show had been the one that had shown the pictures a couple of nights ago. Now the boys were set to go on her talk show. It was a horrible idea and due to have horrible results. "Why can't we just let business take its own course? Controversy and humiliation is no way to get publicity. Not if you expect to hold any respect in the world."
Dragging himself out of the van he went to the building entering through the front doors and up the long trail of stairs. He walked up to Hiro's apartment and knocked on the door, pressing his ear to the door. Suddenly he heard a bit of struggling and a crash from deep inside the room. With a raised eyebrow he pulled his ear from the door.
"Hold on," came a strained voice. "Be there in a moment."
Hiro came to the door, his shirt wet and clinging to him in spots. He seemed to be panting with heavy breaths. His hair was still dripping down his clothes. Behind him, Suguru came out, droplets trickling down his forehead. K didn't have to look on them long to get the idea.
"Why are you two so wet, hmm?" asked K curiously with a grin.
"Are we not supposed to shower?" asked Hiro seeing the look in K's eyes. "So are we going? I just want to get this over with." He frowned slightly at the blond. "Don't look at me that way. Stop looking at me that way. I know what you're thinking. Your attention makes me ill."
K moved to the side, letting the two boys get past him. He watched as Hiro rushed by, a dirty look in his eyes. Both had a slight blush spreading over their cheeks, but where Suguru showed a bit of embarrassment Hiro showed inconvenience and anger. K just sighed following them outside. All three got into the van and they drove on to the TV station.
"I thought this wasn't being filmed till two, it's only eleven." Hiro's tone seemed irritated.
"Well they have to get you two ready, make sure the crew is all there and that everything is good to go. You've dealt with putting on a show before, this is just a little different. Now if there aren't anymore questions."
"Why do we ...?" Suguru began.
"Good, no more questions," said K, cutting Suguru off. "Time to get out of the van."
"But ...."
"Time to get out of the van," K said, his usual smirk, grasping his side where his gun was.
Startled that he might shoot that thing in such a small closed area, the two boys jumped out of the van, onto the sidewalk in front of the TV studio. They turned to K a little dumbfounded. "Now I'm going to go park this and meet you at the dressing rooms before you go out. Bye!"
Before either could protest against the issue, K drove away, quickly leaving Hiro and Suguru to find their way around the station alone. Hiro glared at the departing van. He might have been the one to force them both into this situation, but he wouldn't force a smile, especially after seeing deeper into the thoughts of his manager. He turned casually to Suguru.
"Want to walk back to the apartment before he comes back?" asked Hiro.
Suguru turned to him and nodded. He saw the sudden change in Hiro's exterior. The keyboardist wasn't sure what was wrong, but it worried him slightly, and only seemed to rise with K around them now. "Is there something going on? Something I don't know ... between you two?" He kept silent side by side with Hiro as they started walking back to Hiro's apartment. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed each of them by the shoulders, dragging them into the building.
"What the f ...?" They were set into a pair of chairs in a dark room, a dark figure stepping in from the door.
"Hello boys!" greeted the person standing before them. It was Kina Sing. "I hope you're ready for your first public interview after becoming a couple! And what a couple you two make." Hiro frowned and almost growled at the woman. "Hope you two aren't shy, because the fans want to know everything about you two." She looked at the two frowning boys. "I'm sorry, did you have other plans? I can't help that. I was promised an interview. And I promised my fans and your fans an interview. So ... we are getting an interview, got it? Good! See you in a few."
"Bitch," cursed Suguru as Kina opened the door to leave. Quickly she turned around looking the two over. Suguru jumped nervously. "Oh no, she's going to kill me, isn't she?"
"Did someone say my name?" asked Kina.
"I didn't hear anything," smiled Hiro. Kina glared for a moment then left the room.
"Thanks," snapped Suguru. "Though, I think it's a name she's deserving of."
"Sure, why not, make it your special nickname for her," Hiro suggested nonchalantly.
"What are they all thinking having us on here? I don't want to go out there. What should we do?"
Hiro calmed him with a short kiss on the lips.
"Maybe your cousin is loosing it," Hiro joked with a snicker. "Guessing he had any left to lose."
Suguru hit Hiro in the arm. "Not funny! Are you having a problem with bad jokes today?"
"I guess so," Hiro said, rubbing his arm. "We should find the dressing rooms."
(Parking Lot)
"I can tell, by his tone, the way he looked … he knows." He lit a cigarette and leaned against the van as he took a few puffs. It was quickly smoked to a bud. "These things burn too damn fast." He got two guns ready on either side of him and headed towards the studio. He stepped out of the parking lot towards the studio, when he saw a limo pull up. Of course, he knew who it was as the petite blonde stepped from the vehicle.
He didn't make himself known, instead he followed Tohma into the studio. It seemed the president of NG records was getting an early seat backstage to the show. Near that seat was Kina.
"Thanks so much Tohma-sama," she said. "I think this will really help both of us. You with the band and me with my show."
"Yes, we shall see the results soon enough," Tohma spoke with one of his cheery smiles. "But you know if anything goes wrong ...." Kina seemed panicked, it made K smile slightly.
"Oh, no, of course, nothing should go wrong. I'll make sure of it myself."
"Good!" Tohma shot her a deadly glare. "You better go adjust your makeup. Someone obviously had a less than classy appearance in mind for you and that eye shadow."
Kina balled up her fist and stormed from the small blonde who sat calm and silent. K came and walked right up next to his boss. "Can't say I don't like the way you take care of people. You have a ruthless and wicked charm and class about you."
"Making business arrangements?" K asked casually.
"No, just warnings to unsuspecting victims who don't know me very well," Tohma smiled widely.
K was slightly surprised by this. Tohma had said nothing to him about what he really wanted to get out of the boys being on this show. Yet, it was like him to do something this sort of way. Maybe the reason would be a bigger benefit than the show would be embarrassment.
"Why don't you check on them? We have some time left."
K nodded, heading to the rooms. Coming up to a blank orange colored door, a sign saying "Dressing Room" above it, he knocked lightly on it. With no reply, he turned the knob, a click rippling in the silence. He peeked in slowly with a try at an innocent smile covering his face.
"Just been told to check in on you two ...." He then realized the room was empty. "Shit! Where did you go? We have thirty minutes till cameras roll, forty-five minutes till you have to be on that stage damn it!" Crewmembers and those passing by all looked in at the blond gunman shouting to an empty room. Shaking their heads they continued walking, trying quickly to forget the scene.
"No wonder that band is doing so badly, with a crazy manager like that," one crewmember mumbled. K heard him and rushed out of the room, catching the man from behind.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing!" the man cried running away from K.
K searched the area with his eyes. Where could two young musicians run off to without someone, fan or not, finding them and doing something with them? Horrible ideas crossed his mind. Some images were more scandalous, while others terrifying. "What if Hiro and Suguru are tied up somewhere?!" Suddenly a dirty grin spread over his face. "Damn it, this isn't the time. I need to just go find them." With a sigh the blond manager began to wonder the studio.
As he left, the two boys walked up to the dressing room door. They peeked inside a little before going in. A small sofa to one side, placed against the wall, rips in the fabric and weird stains and discoloration in the cushions. There were a couple of dressers and mirrors lining the opposite wall, slightly cleaner, probably due to less use, or those who did use it. The wall straight ahead of the door was lined with boxes and racks of clothing, none of it looking recently washed and giving off a dusty smell. The ceiling was missing tiles and the walls had a couple of holes and chipped paint.
"This is ours I guess," Hiro commented with a grimace.
"It's so small, sure it's both ours?" Suguru whined. "Ah, and what's that horrible smell?"
"What do you expect from a show like this?" Hiro turned, wrapping his arms around Suguru's hips. "We might as well make the most of our time alone though, before the cameras come on."
Suguru looked at him, shock in his eyes. Was Hiro really suggesting what he thought he was? Hiro pushed the door closed, leaning Suguru against the wall roughly. The younger boy trembled as hot breath touched his neck, only to be followed by soft, wet lips. He gave in slowly, baring his neck openly.
"You still have my bite marks," whispered Hiro, his tongue trailing over the crevice of the other's neck.
Suguru whimpered, clinging to the older boy's hair. Hands unbuttoned Suguru's shirt, pulling it open to reveal the young soft skin. Instantly Hiro's hot lips delve their way down to the boy's perked nipples, teasing them with his tongue and lips. Suguru's cheeks lit up red with heat as he cried out nervously.
Hiro's only response was gripping the small peek of flesh between his teeth. He grabbed the edges of the boy's pants, dropping them to the floor. Suguru turned away bashfully, holding tightly to Hiro's forearms, his body had built up so much anticipation, and Hiro was driving him crazy with it.
"You're still shy I see," Hiro thought teasingly.
Suguru, turned towards Hiro, but kept his eyes shut, too nervous to look the other in the eye, again, remembering the intensity he felt the last time. When Hiro didn't do anything, Suguru struggled to gain the courage to open his eyes and look at him, even in his exposed state. His large eyes looked into Hiro's smiling ones. The young keyboardist felt a hand trailing up his thigh, goose bumps in its trail and tremors surging through his body. He found his eyes locked to Hiro's again, unable to turn away. Suguru squeaked softly as the hand captured his length. He became roughly pressed to the wall as the hand began pumping him slowly.
His mouth hung open with heavy pants and soft moans, Hiro taking it as an invitation. A mischievous smirk spread his lips as he leaned in, kissing Suguru deeply. The other lips kissed back weakly, unable to meet the force Hiro's lips were giving. Hiro pulled his hand away, moving both hands around the smaller boy. Bracing the smaller legs around his hips, Hiro was met with a yelp as Suguru felt his legs rise from the floor and an equal hardness meet his own.
Wrapping his arms around Hiro's neck and legs around his waist, Suguru continued to whimper against the guitarist's shoulder. One of Hiro's hands reached around, caressing and teasing the sensitive opening. Hiro carried the keyboardist over to the dressers, pressing him against the mirrors. Suguru clinched his eyes shut, crying out as he felt a deep warmth enter him.
Unaware to them, K was returning to check the room again. The blond twisted the doorknob, this time noticing a sound inside. He opened the door slowly peeking in. His eyes shot wide open as he found the two up against the dresser, Hiro comfortable between the smaller boy's legs. His eyes scanned the image before he pulled himself out of the room and shut the door. He leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. "I can't think straight this way. This is just too much for me." Adjusting his tie he walked off to where Tohma was still sitting, blocking out the image.
Hiro's hips started to buck, pushing back and forth into Suguru with more force each time. Suguru yelped with each thrust, his body wanting to tense up in defense of the intrusion. The guitarist's talented hands went to work, stroking the boy's erection and soothing his lower back. The keyboardist bit his lip as he watched, familiar sensations building up in his body. Hiro smirked, kissing at Suguru's shoulder as he felt his body give in. Suguru felt the hot release send sensations through his body, causing him to climax. Soft tears streamed from his eyes down his cheeks, soft quivers continuing on for a moment.
(On Stage)
Kina was out talking to the audience about Hiro and Suguru. There were questionable thoughts on what she was really trying to get out of the audience as far as reactions. These were Bad Luck fans, and yet with some of her questions it seemed she really wanted to turn them against the guys.
"Some say their behavior is immoral," Kina protested, "first with sex appeal, now with homosexual relationships!"
Tohma and K frowned from the sidelines as Kina made a spectacle of herself, shouting into the crowd. The audience was split with those in agreement and those against. K turned back to the dressing room, now wondering if anyone else had seen, that maybe Kina was acting out of anger at what they had been doing backstage of her show. Though it was unlikely, she seemed to like drama and chaos of things around her. Maybe she would have even liked seeing such a vision.
"Is this show always like this?" K asked himself.
"Yes," Tohma answered, besides the fact he wasn't really asked.
Behind them Hiro and Suguru came up, cleaned off and a little refreshed from their previous actions. They looked at the almost angry crowd a little dumbfounded. They're faces fell pale as they heard some of the shouts coming from the people.
"Did we miss something," Hiro asked.
"When did the show turn into modern day witch trials?" cried Suguru.
Tohma stood, placing his hands on his cousin's shoulders. "It's ok. They can't do anything to you. Not if they want to keep more money than what was spent coming here." Truth was this live audience didn't have to spend a penny unless they talked on camera. Otherwise they filled out a small poll for the producers. "Now, off you go!" Tohma gently pushed them on stage, taking his seat again with a smile.
With utter shock plain on their faces, the two looked out into the audience. The crowd had stopped arguing and fell silent, staring at the two. Suddenly they all fell into applaud and a small echo of boos, the two musicians quickly sitting down in two chairs on stage.
"Hello Hiro, Suguru, how are you two?" Kina said sweetly.
"Fine," both said in sync with each other.
"Wow, you two must be some couple to do things like that," she giggled obnoxiously.
"Well, I don't know if it's just us being together, we've worked together and wrote songs and music together long before this."
"And that's why you're together intimately?"
"What ...?"
"The working together, did it influence things?"
"Well time getting to know each other did," Suguru spoke up. "But it wouldn't matter how we worked together.
"So it's a working relationship?" Kina giggled ridiculously at herself. "Do you have a sex life?"
"I don't think you need to know!" shouted Hiro.
"Who am I kidding? Of course you do. So, Suguru, was he your first?"
"How dare you!" cried Suguru.
Kina turned to the audience with a giggle. "We can take that as a yes. A better question would be what's he like Suguru? You know, in bed, is he an animal?"
Suguru blushed, cheeks turning bright red, some of the audience giggling quietly. Kina smiled wickedly, quickly turning to the cameras.
"We'll be right back after these messages, don't go anywhere."
As the cameras went off she pulled out a lighter and a cigarette. Inhaling deeply, her eyes rolled back in her head slightly with satisfaction. Puffs of smoke leaking out her nose and mouth she smiled at Suguru. With a tap of the cigarette to an ashtray at her desk, she leaned against the front of her desk. "Smug little boy, you think I didn't hear what you called me. He shouldn't be with you! Hiro is a female sex symbol and you took him away. If you know what's good for you you'll at least give into the humiliation, because frankly, it's all the public attention you'll be getting."
"You ok there?" she asked Suguru, blowing out another puff of smoke.
"We're out of here!" Hiro shouted.
"Your cousin and I have a deal, Suguru, you two can't go anywhere!"
"Watch us!" Hiro yelled.
Both he and Suguru got up, leaving the stage. Kina tried to chase them only to hear the crew signal the return of the show. With a cough she put out the cigarette, smiling towards the camera. She could help the smoke slipping between her teeth.
"And we're back!" she said cheerfully. "Sadly, Hiro and Suguru couldn't stay. Maybe we'll be able to have them back and get more juice. Hope it was a good show, goodnight." As soon as the cameras cut, she stormed off stage to Tohma. "What was that?"
"Let's talk somewhere else," he suggested to her.
He stood gracefully, leading her to a set of stairs, going up to the roof of the station. Up there a gust of wind hit them, Tohma grabbing hold of his hat and coat. The two walked to the edge of the roof.
"Listen, you ever make a fool of me or members of any of my bands like this again and I'll make you regret it," he said emotionless. "Consider this show canceled."
"You can't do this! I had them on the show. They're probably twice as big now."
"And twice as big a joke I suppose. But this has nothing to do with them. I'm just sick of you and shows like yours. You just happen to be the example for the rest to follow. You like to poke fun at people. And that other show of yours likes to belittle the hard work of the entertainment industry. You point out our spending and our privileges, but not our work and struggle to entertain and be there for fans." He turned to her with a smile. She didn't see as his hands reached out, making forceful contact with her chest, pushing her off the roof. Luckily for her there was a tall truck pulled up close to that side of the station, only making her fall a couple of feet.
"I think my arm is broken!" Kina cried in pain.
"Have a nice evening Ms. Sing."
(Outside)
K waited as the boys came out, angrier than before. They got in the van and headed to Hiro's apartment. All three were silent the whole way. Suguru got out first, going up to the apartment. As Hiro turned to leave, K caught him by the arm.
"Hiro ...?"
The guitarist turned to have his lips meet those of his blond manager. The intruding tongue worked its way in Hiro's mouth seductively. Hiro gasped only to feel the kiss get deeper. Finally wedging himself out of K's grasp, he fell into the door behind him. Shock evident on his face he quickly got out of the car. K was speechless as he watched Hiro hurry into the building. "What was I thinking? Why did I do that?"
Hiro touched his lips. They felt hot and sore. He thought K had given up, it was bad enough when they were both drunk, but there was no excuse for this moment. "Do I tell Suguru? Will he think I wanted to? Did K think I wanted him to kiss me? I can't tell him, it'll hurt him. But he'll hate me if I keep it from him." As he approached the apartment he found Suguru talking to a woman. He looked her over for a moment. She seemed in her late thirties, early forties. There were light bruises and scrapes all over her face and arms, not to mention anywhere else not seen. A little unnerved by the sight, he approached slowly.
"Is something going on?" Hiro asked. She looked at him angrily, as though he had rudely interrupted them.
"Suguru, please come home," the woman pleaded.
Hiro looked back and forth between the woman and Suguru. Suddenly she appeared familiar to him. "What does she want with him? She can't be anyone who cares about him like I do, or else she'd know he's only going to get hurt going back there to that asshole."
"I have to go home Hiro," Suguru whispered sadly.
"Why, who is this?" He felt hurt. He knew what he would be going back to, and for some reason this woman says it and he has to go back?
"This is my mother."
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Ending Note: Sequel, sequel, got to have a sequel. I don't know how fast I'll start or post anything for it, but I am planning a sequel. Please be patient with me, though, if you waited for this chapter, I guess you are. I don't have any ideas for the title yet, so you'll just have to look at my profile from time to time or something. Please leave reviews, or I'll hire K for a special job.
K: (loads his gun)
SD: No, no, save it for later. We'll at least give them a head start. Go make out with Hiro again or something.
Hiro: (runs)