Notes: ;;; Bleh. I was suppose to do some thing with Shuichi's family, but after rewriting nearly this entire chapter, I decided I was just going to leave it at this, and upload another part at a later date. Just think of it as a continuation of chapter 3. I did have it written out, and I could submit what I had written, but it sounded awful.
I did a pretty damn poor job with the context, yeah, the words just didn't come unless I forced them, and when I did they just sounded awful. :looks at chapter sadly: I just had no will to write. Don't you hate it when that happens? When you want to finish some thing but have no inspiration to do so? No will?
I will get to Shuichi's life by next chapter; in fact, I am starting it right now:types madly: There's been too much concentration on Eiri, and the next chapter is gunna be allllllllllllllllll about Shuichi. Yupyupyup.
One more thing - I'm sure some of you would like an idea of how Eiri's musical ability extends, so I got some streamload account where everyone is free to rip some of the violin music I put up on there, just to get you peeps into the swing of it all. I can't seem to figure it out though, but I will, and if steamload turns out to be retarded I'll find some other site where you'll be free to rip stuff I put up.
On another note, yes, there is some smut in here, just a little taste of it. Smut rox my sox man.
Enjoy.
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CHAPTER 3 PART 2
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Shuichi slept peacefully, his hands delicately tangled in the blankets, red hair spread across the white pillows of the hotel bed. The reflection of the moon outside hit the only window of the room, beating Shuichi, giving him some thing of an ethereal glow, and letting the boy illuminate the shadows near him.
Eiri sat on the left side of the bed, to the window, shaking his head, his thoughts still blurry as to how exactly they'd ended up here. Alcohol did many, many strange things, didn't it? Eiri was smart enough to understand half of what had happened at least, and that was enough to keep his curiosity satisfied so that he wouldn't wake the boy next to him self and start asking questions. He reached a hand into his pocket, in no time the cigarette in between his lips and him sucking on its nicotine almost mechanically, so easily it came.
His senses were beginning to regain. Eiri could think enough not to try anything else on Shuichi, as he stood up from the bed, crossing the room to the window, peeking out into the night of Tokyo, Japan. Thousands of apartment lights blinked at him in confusion. A bleak sky with dulled stars spiraled around him, and a frozen moon did nothing but chill his nerves and intensifying the shaky feeling that was already strengthening in his chest.
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Eiri swayed a little ways off, holding his head with one hand, turning his neck enough so he could just glance at Shuichi. He forced all thoughts away of trying anything, of wanting anything, and of the hot feeling rising in his throat, unable to understand what was feeding its growth. It had been the fault of staying outside during the party, he convinced himself, and now his body's temperatures were all unregulated and screwed over. That had to be it. The closest he came to feeling a weak ting of emotions nowadays had always been at times he felt ill.
"Mmmmp…….." Shuichi murmured, and Eiri watched intently as the blankets shuffled away as he sleepily rose. Deciding he didn't want to see the boy, he twisted his face away, to the black sky.
"Where… am I?" Shuichi asked, turning his head to absorb the features of his surroundings. He rubbed his eyes, blinking, trying to focus.
He jumped, finally taking notice to Eiri, who was so quiet and still. "Ah… Eiri…" Shuichi too, then stilled, the rubbing of his eyes creasing. "W-what happened?"
It took Eiri more then a few seconds to answer.
"I can't remember much either..." He said, noting his voice sounded nothing it felt, holding his head, cigarette hanging between cold lips,"...But I know enough that I carried you here as you slept, and paid for the room for the night." He paused. "Whatever I did… I wasn't sober."
"I apologize; my head was messed up over that stupid bitch…" It wasn't like him to apologize so willingly to people, even to as people close to him as Tohma, much less some one he'd considered a stranger, which was just what Shuichi was. But it was common courtesy. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone. His fingers moved in circular motion over his skin as he tried to avoid the coming headache.
Shuichi didn't know who this "stupid bitch" was, but who ever she was, he didn't care—Eiri had apologized to him for some thing that wasn't completely his fault, and that's all that mattered. "It's fine."
Not knowing what else to say, Eiri let the silence linger, smoking his cigarette down to a nub, and then snuffing it out against the wall, letting it rest on the window sill; the dying smoke floating into his dimmed eyes and then fazing into nothing.
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"Um…" Shuichi spoke, uneasy. "So…" Make conversation, he told himself; but the only question he could think of asking wasn't one he wanted to ask, "What brought you to that party?"
"I was invited." His fingers stretched against the glass, long and beautifully slender.
"You must have really high social status, to be invited to one of those places," Shuichi's voice lowered.
"I didn't want to go."
"Really?" Shuichi perked up a little at this. "Why is that?"
"I hate those people…" His gaze did not shift to the other man as he spoke. "They think they are so faultless, that nothing is better then them," He continued uncaringly, "When really they are worthless." Not that he was one to criticize that last part, he mused.
"Do you really hate them that much?" Shuichi questioned, getting up from the bed and walking towards Eiri. He didn't know why but, everything about Eiri was just… saddening right now. The way he spoke, how his eyes didn't watch Shuichi as he answered, how firm he stood, even how the lights stroked his pale skin;
He smiled once back then…
Shuichi thought, body feeling light as he moved closer, heart pumping against his chest like water flooding through a broken dam.
I… I want to see him smile again…
"What are you doing, you idiot? Go back to sleep-" Eiri cut himself off as Shuichi pulled him into his arms. He was about to tell him to let go, that he didn't want to fuck him anymore, and that he'd give him the money for his worthless job if he just released him, but some thing about the way Shuichi so devotedly clung made Eiri reconsider. It was… wonderfully placid and soothing. He wondered how long it had been since he'd received a hug from some one.
"I…" Shuichi looked up into Eiri's piercing eyes.
Who, only saw the soft, tender pink lips of the boy before him; little darker then tan skin, brilliantly copper red hair, large glassy, colorful eyes, looking violet almost with... water? "Why are you crying?"
"I… I don't know…"
Uneasiness swept Eiri. He really didn't know how to deal with people, especially when they were suffering; So; not knowing what else to say, he spat, "Be a man." His eyes thinned on Shuichi. "Stop crying."
He was a little taken back by this demand, but quickly recomposed himself. "F-Fine..." Shuichi hissed, bringing his hands to his face once again to rub the leaking emotion off his eyes.
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Eiri knew he was staring, and the act was almost subconscious, because in that moment he felt his body was in little or none of his control. Some one had to, had to be forcing him as he bent down to brush his lips past the dark skin, down to the tender mouth, closing that little distance between them.
At first, Shuichi tensed at the kiss, but he soon relaxed against the touch despite his nervousness, and the fact that Eiri tasted deftly of smoke and ash. He had already missed work; he contemplated; and they weren't in Hisano's house anymore, in fact; he didn't even quite know where he was… There wasn't any point in rejecting it. So, he embraced it.
In seconds, they were away from the window, away from the people, the cold sitting, and were embracing each other on the bed, shutting all thought out of stopping.
Shuichi gazed upward into the deep honey eyes as he sank into the mattress; tensing, feeling lust in Eiri's mouth, as he slipped his tongue into his; and seeing it, before his eyes closed, and before he melted away with the kiss.
What happened went by so gingerly; time just seemed to slow to a staged pace. The room blurred from their visions and then dissipated completely, and all they saw was each other, and the flame drawing them to one another, like a moth to the candles dance. They sped their touches, their kisses, and, Eiri, in weak vanity, did his best to savor the taste of Shuichi, for he had not been with some one out side of Tohma for a painfully long time, and he'd forgotten just how different people really were during sex.
Shuichi was, he could tell, fearful, but also lustful, and that made everything all but more of a blur. At this point, their body temperatures had reached a feverish level, and Eiri wasn't sure whether or not the time passing was even real, and if he was just dreaming again of nothing and absolutely everything.
Shuichi's body was fragile, like a drop of water hanging on a dripping glass, waiting to spill, and Eiri was precautious in his movements, doing his best to make it so Shuichi could enjoy himself. Some thing in the back of his head told him that the boy was a virgin – the way Shuichi acted gave that much off. At one point the boy would be reserved and shy; the other bold and daring; as if confused what he was supposed to do, and how to act.
Eiri guided Shuichi's body against the covers, yellow hair splattered across his sweaty face, with what the boy running his hands all over it. With shaking fingers, he slicked it back, and Shuichi's eyes glowed with nervous ecstasy as he watched, bending a little up against the pillows, making tiny folds about him.
"You ready for this, Shindo?" Eiri whispered empathetically.
"P-please," Shuichi responded, his fingers reaching up, slinking into the silk that was the blonds hair once again, lips trembling as they parted and closed the distance between then for another kiss. As it ended, the boy made a small request,
"P-please, call me b-by my first name," he panted restlessly.
"Shuichi…" Eiri murmured, eyes flashing some thing of melancholy and ill-willed despair, but as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, and the two intertwined themselves into each other for the rest of the night.
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