Well, here's the next chapter of my little fic. For those who have been reading and reviewing, thank you for the encouragement, I appreciate it. I have to give a warning that there is a lemon in this chapter, so if you don't like it, I recommend skipping that part. Without further ado...
"Listen up everybody!" K marched into the studio with a smile from ear to ear. "Why don't you ask your magnificent, ingenious manager what he accomplished today?!"
Sugura, Hiro and Shuichi all looked towards him expectantly. K continued to stare at them smiling, hands placed on his hips and standing tall. After a few moments without further detail, Hiro, sighed. "What is it then, K-san?"
K tilted his head back and laughed. "Guess what talented up-and-coming band just landed it's very own debut on live television?"
Everyone's mouth dropped in shock. Sugura was the first to recover and ran up to K, grabbing onto his shirt. "Seriously? No joke?"
K smiled, "No joke."
Hiro spoke up. "So when and where? We only started on the arrangement for our second song, how are we going to play on a music show already?"
"No need to worry, Nakano-san. You will be the featured musical guest on the show Rage Beat and will have to fill a ten to fifteen minute slot. This means that you will have to perfect 'Bleed' as well as this new song you are working on. You won't be interviewed this early on, however, but Seguchi-san wants to get your name out to the public."
Sugura returned to his seat, a grin on his face. "So, how long do we have?"
"You have five days."
A few seconds passed...
"WHAT?!" Everyone spoke in unison.
"Don't worry, I have complete and utter faith in your abilities. I want you guys to finish the arrangement for the new song by the end of tomorrow. Shuichi, I trust that the lyrics are complete?"
Shuichi looked up at him from the small table where a small notebook lay in front of him, a neutral expression on his face. "Almost, I'm having trouble with the last verse, but I will have it by tomorrow."
"Good! Now, everyone, keep it up for another two hours, then you can take off early since things will go smoother once the lyrics are done."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Sugura and Hiro walked to their respective instruments in the sound booth while Shuichi sat, pouring words into his lyric-book.
Shuichi took his time walking back from the studio. K had kept to his word and the group was released by six o'clock. He made his way back to Eiri's apartment, where he had been staying for the past two days. He smiled to himself. Being with Eiri was a whole new experience for him. The writer had a way of making him feel so relaxed and even wanted. He still couldn't fathom that such a man existed, much less wanted him of all people. If he could lay in bed all day with the writer, he would be perfectly happy. Not once has Eiri tried to force himself on him while he stayed in his bed, although they often awoke with tangled limbs. He couldn't have been more satisfied.
Of course, he would be kidding himself if he didn't realize that the whole situation seemed a little too good to be true. He no longer had any lingering doubts about the older man, and he felt horrible that he could not rid himself of the occasional flinches he experienced when Eiri reached for him. Seeming to understand, Eiri would always smile and say that everything was alright. I wonder if he would say the same thing to me if he knew the truth, seeing me for what I really am...used goods. Two nights ago, Shuichi swore to himself that he would not risk losing Eiri that way. He made a vow that he would keep his past where it belonged - buried.
Shuichi suddenly stopped underneath a lamp-post. He had an inexplicable sensation that he was being followed. Turning around slowly, he studied the few people around him. No one seemed to pay him any mind, going about their own business. After a few moments without seeing anything out of the ordinary, he continued walking.
He reached Eiri's apartment after the sun had set, although there was still enough light to see by. He could not shake the feeling of eyes following him as he went. With a shaking hand, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the spare key that Eiri had given him yesterday. Sliding it into the lock and opening the door, he quickly ran inside and shut the door behind him, throwing the deadbolt in place. He leaned against the wall for several minutes, trying to get his breathing under control, his heart beating painfully in his chest and a thin film of sweat coating his forehead. The feeling of paranoia was overwhelming for him and he was grateful that Eiri was not here to see him in this state.
After taking a few minutes to compose himself, Shuichi stood up and made his way into the living room. He switched on the lamp beside the couch and looked around sadly. The house seemed so empty without Eiri there, but he knew that the blonde was having dinner with his sister and would be gone for at least another hour. Resigning himself to the sofa, he pulled out his notebook and worked on finishing his new song. Reading over the words he had already written, he smiled. He knew this song was special after all, because he had been writing it for Eiri. Of course, the writer had no idea and would continue to be oblivious until the whole song was arranged and complete. Appearing on Rage Beat would be the perfect opportunity. A small part of him still feared rejection, afraid that his whole growing relationship was a trick. Revealing his innermost feelings on a stage would assist in not having to face rejection immediately .
Returning to the task at hand, Shuichi allowed the words to flow from his hand onto the paper.
Eiri shut the door of his Mercedes and sighed. After two excruciating hours with his sister, he had finally arrived home. It wasn't that he hated his sister...well, not all of the time anyway. She just had a way of prying into his personal life. After the death of their mother when he was twelve, Mika felt that it had become her responsibility to look after him. Due to the fact the he was not living up to her standards by settling down with a 'nice girl', having a couple of kids and, eventually, taking over his father's temple when the old man finally died, she often resorted to haughty insults and pleading to try and get her way. And then she found out about Shuichi. He leaned back against the door of his car, tilted his head back and smiled, remembering the look of utter shock on her face when he mentioned the young man.
"What?!" Mika sat in open-mouth disbelief across the table of the restaurant. Eiri simply continued smoking, not offering anything more. "What do you mean you are living with a-a-a boy?!"
Exhaling, he extinguished his cigarette and continued in a neutral tone. "Just what I told you. He's been staying with me for a couple days now. I am going to ask him to move in with me."
Mika simply continued gaping like a fish, causing Eiri to momentarily smirk at the association. Gathering her thoughts, she donned the visage of calm composure. "Well, I know for a fact that you can't be serious about this situation. I can understand your fascination with the taboo, but leading this boy on will not end well."
Eiri scowled, glaring at his sister with irritation. "This is not some fucking phase, Mika."
With an all-knowing smile, she reached across the table and placed her hand gently on top of his. "Eiri, I know how much you don't want to face your familial responsibilities to Father and I, but what you propose to do is completely unnecessary. You still have time to find a nice girl who can give you everything you need to-"
Eiri threw her hand away and slammed his fist on the table. "Don't assume to know what it is I need, Mika. Get it through your thick skull that I have no intention of getting married to some slut and having a bunch of brats. What I want, what I need is Shuichi. I will not be coerced by anyone into believing otherwise, so LET.IT.GO." Composing himself after his outburst, Eiri picked up his wine glass and sipped it calmly.
Mika paled, looking as though she had been physically slapped in the face. Having lost her appetite, she pushed her plate away a few inches and refused to look him in the eye. After several minutes of silence, she sighed. "I hope you know what you're doing. I just want you to be happy."
Eiri smiled, relishing in the memory of having won the argument. He looked over his shoulder towards his condo. Seeing that there was a light on, his heart skipped a beat, knowing exactly who was there waiting for him. I wonder when I should ask him to move in. He did not want Shuichi to feel pressured or uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was too soon to ask. They only met a few days ago, after all. Of course, Eiri had to admit that he has been happier in the last several days than he's been since he was a child. Shuichi's smile alone, which seemed to be reserved only for him, was enough to make him weak in the knees. The soft skin of his hand when Eiri held it, the barely-noticeable strawberry scent given off by his silky hair, his delicate and hesitant kisses - all of it was enough to drive the writer crazy. Having the singer in his bed every night was both comforting and frustrating, however. Since that first night they fell asleep together, he never wanted the singer to sleep anywhere else. However, Eiri's libido was going wild. He had never gone so long without sex before, but he couldn't bring himself to go out looking for women. The only person who would be good enough was Shuichi, and because of this, he had to use every ounce of willpower to prevent himself from ravishing the small boy. He knew very well that Shuichi's trust was hard to earn, and he did not want to damage their newfound relationship.
Decided to surprise the young man, he entered the apartment quietly and closed the door behind him. Noticing that he light in the living room was on, he approached and stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame. He watched as his young boyfriend chewed on the end of his pen carefully, staring off into space. A notebook lay open in front of him on the coffee table. He enjoyed watching the singer at work, whether it was while singing or while writing his lyrics. He often found himself trying to decipher the myriad of emotions that flickered behind those amethyst orbs.
Clearing his throat, he decided to alert the boy to his presence. "What are you working on?"
Shuichi jumped in his seat, dropping the pen. Releasing a strained breath, he scowled at the blonde. "You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing lurking in the hallway like that?"
Eiri smiled, knowing that the anger was simply a defense mechanism. He walked over to Shuichi slowly and sat down on the couch next to him, attempting to glance at the pages. Quickly shutting the notebook, Shuichi glared at him. "You know I don't like you reading this stuff before I finish. You'll get to hear it just the same as everyone else." He leaned back into the couch and crossed his arms, avoiding Eiri's gaze. Shuichi was inwardly relieved that he managed to hide the song before Eiri was able to read any of it.
Eiri smile widened at the pathetic attempt. He wrapped his arm firmly around the boy's thin waist and pulled him closer. He gently nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck and whispered into his ear. "You know...you really look cute when you try to play 'angry'."
Shuichi couldn't suppress the smile he felt tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was glad that Eiri did not take him seriously. Still, the older man should know better than sneak up on him like that, just ask his brother. Sighing gently, he relaxed into the hold and received a soft kiss from the blonde. After they parted, Shuichi placed his head on Eiri's shoulder, bringing his feet up on the couch beside him. "How was your sister?"
Eiri laughed. "Same as she always is, conniving and irritating."
"She can't be that bad. She just what's best for you, right?"
Eiri shrugged. "How was work?"
Shuichi smiled. "We have a gig on a live t.v. show in a couple of days, that's why I have been working on this song just now. We need to have two ready by then to perform. It's our first appearance and I don't want to let Hiro down."
"Are you nervous?'
"Yeah. I don't know how I feel about all of those people just staring at us." Shucihi felt his heart clench in remembrance of his latest nightmares.
Eiri nodded. "You'll do fine. You have a great voice and your lyrics aren't exactly horrible. Just let yourself go with the music. Don't think about anything, just perform."
"Will you watch?" Shuichi held his breath. He really wanted Eiri to hear his song, but if he refused to see the show...
"Of course." Shuichi smiled and released his breath, snuggling closer to the larger man.
Eiri reached for the remote control and turned on the t.v. He flipped through the channels and finally decided on the news.
"...is being held by police until his trial at the end of the month. The victim, thirteen-year-old Suzuki Mira, suffers from injuries of varying degrees as a result of the beating and subsequent rape at the hands of her uncle. She is currently being treated at Tokyo General..." Pictures of a bruised young girl laying on an ambulance gurney flashed across the screen, her body covered by a pristine white blanket. The camera shifted to show a surly-looking man, probably standing over six feet tall, being led by handcuffs into a police station.
Shuichi felt bile rising in his throat and he closed his eyes. Seeing the images of that girl, the blank look in her red-rimmed eyes, bruises covering her bare arms and slender neck...
Shuichi stood up without warning, fighting back the tears that burned behind his eyes. "I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed now." Without waiting for a reply, he walked quickly into the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind him.
Eiri did not know how to respond to the sudden actions. He stared at the closed door for several minutes. What caused him to react that way? Eiri had been too wrapped up in the warmth emanating from the young man in his arms to notice what was on the television. He wracked his brain, but did not come up with any explanation.
Standing up, he turned off the t.v. and flicked the switch off the lamp. He made his way into the bedroom, opening and closing the door with barely a sound. Despite his efforts, Shuichi heard him enter and ceased the flow of tears from his eyes. Eiri shed his shirt and crawled into bed behind Shuichi, cradling him so that his back lay flat against the larger chest. Silently, he pulled the silky comforter up to wrap around the two of them. He gently kissed the younger man's neck and whispered into his ear. "What's wrong, Shu? What's bothering you? I want to know."
Shuichi closed his eyes, thanking the Gods that it was too dark to see his tear-stained face. Clearing his throat, he whispered a barely audible, "Nothing's wrong."
Feeling crestfallen, Eiri continued. "When will you trust me, Shu. Why can't you see that there is nothing you need to hide from me?"
Feeling fresh tears threatening to boil over, he could not hide the emotion in his voice. "If you knew, you wouldn't see me the same way."
Sensing the finality in those words, Eiri sighed. Rather than show his frustration at his boyfriend's misplaced fear, he chose to hold him closer and kissed his hair softly. He felt the small man's breath even out as he fell asleep. Feeling the warmth of exhaustion, he closed his eyes and welcomed sleep. What do I have to do to show you...Why can't you open up to me? How could I look at you any differently than I do every second we are together?
The following five days went by very quickly for Shuichi. He and his band practiced daily from morning well into the night perfecting their music. Hiro, once presented with the new lyrics, was dumbfounded. He never knew that Shuichi harbored such emotions as were dictated in the song, but applied them seamlessly to the music provided by Sugura and himself. He also knew to whom the song was dedicated, although it was never verbalized.
Shuichi had been in heaven for the past few days with Eiri. Although he knew that Eiri was still concerned about his outburst earlier in the week, it was never once brought up. For this, Shuichi was eternally grateful. Instead, Eiri chose to lavish attention on the singer. Not only did he make Shuichi's favorite foods at dinner, he also made a point of driving him to and from work, as well as taking him out to lunch daily. On Eiri's part, he was trying to show the younger man how much he meant to him by showering him with affection. Shuichi did not mind at all.
Shuichi, Hiro, Sugura and K were currently waiting backstage for their cue. Shuichi could not quiet the twisting of his stomach, which threatened to expel his luch. They were about to debut as the featured musical guests of one of Japan's most popular entertainment television shows and Shuichi could not help feeling incredibly anxious. He tried to distract himself with thoughts of his blonde boyfriend, but the fact that said boyfriend would be watching him from home made him even more nervous.
"Two minutes. Set yourselves up on the stage, you are on after the commercial."
K-san nodded at the stagehand and turned to his musicians, smiling with encouragement. "This is it, guys. Give them hell!"
With that, Shuichi led his bandmates onto the stage, each retreating to their separate equipment. Hiro slung his guitar over his shoulder, having tuned it before the show started. Sugura turned on his synthesizer and prepared the arrangements. Shuichi adjusted the microphone to a comfortable height. He looked out towards the audience, who cheered with the sheer ecstasy of being part of the show.
"Welcome back to Rage Beat!" The announcer bellowed over the noise of the audience. "Tonight we have some special guests here to perform for us. Please welcome Shindo Shuichi, Nakano Hiro and Fujisaki Sugura. This brand-new band shows real promise, so give them your support! Here, for their debut, is Bad Luck!"
XXX
In his dark apartment, Eiri glanced at the clock on his laptop. Quickly typing out the last few sentences of his story, he saved his work, pleased to have made his deadline for once. Shutting down, he closed the computer and headed into the living room. Turning on the television, he smiled when he saw the irresistible smile of his boyfriend. He still found himself wondering how this man, this boy, caused him to fall for him so quickly. Deciding that he, indeed, did not care, he watched the performance with more than a little pride.
XXX
The audience screamed as their first song, 'Bleed', came to an end, the final notes becoming lost in the commotion. Shuichi could not hide the enormous smile from gracing his features, realizing that the crowd seemed to have loved their music. All doubts left his mind and his voice gained confidence, powered by the screaming fans. Our fans, Shuichi told himself. Looking over his shoulder, he could tell that Hiro and Sugura felt the same elation, judging by their expressions. His eyes met with Hiro's, and his friend gave him a thumb's up, smiling.
Turning back to the audience, Shuichi spoke clearly into the microphone. "Alright everyone, I hope you like what you hear!" The audience, unbelievably, screamed louder. Holding up his hand in a motion for silence, the noise level went down slightly. "I hope you like this next song, which was written for a person who is very special to me. You better be watching, Eiri," he winked at the camera.
Taking that as their cue, Hiro and Sugura began the introduction. Shuichi closed his eyes and concentrated on the music. Feeling his cue coming up, he leaned forward and grasped the microphone with both hands.
I am lost in the darkness
Between two worlds and here I'm struggling
You're the light that I've been seeking
'Cause my whole life there's been something missing
His voice came out strong and confident, just as he'd hoped despite his nervousness. He knew that Eiri was watching, and wanted to get his point across.
Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
Rescue me from this black hole
That sucked me in and left me dying
You're the truth that I've been seeking
'Cause my whole life I've been lying
Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
XXX
Alone in his apartment, Eiri sat in front of the t.v., his mouth open in disbelief. This song was for him? He couldn't believe that Shuichi would bear himself so completely. Recovering from his shock, he realized what this meant. Shuichi was his and his alone, and he couldn't be happier.
XXX
God I pray you find me worthy
Of the right to stand beside you
And of your truth and of your passion
Of the right to sleep beside you
Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
Shuichi collapsed on the empty couch located on the stage. He was exhausted, the adrenaline having left his body shortly after the screaming fans were escorted out of the building. Hearing each of their names being chanted in such excitement was intoxicating. To say the least, the show had been a success for the group. Shuichi was beginning to realize why Hiro had gone against his family for this type of lifestyle - it was exhilarating.
"Hey, buddy, don't fall asleep here. I'm sure you have a gorgeous blond waiting for you." Shuichi smiled and looked up at his best friend. Hiro looked as tired and he felt - his long hair tied back haphazardly, his shirt clinging to his chest with sweat, and a flushed, smiling face. Shuichi figured that he himself probably looked no better, and was aching to get a shower.
Standing up, he stretched his aching muscles and followed his friend out of the studio, where an NG limousine waited for them. Getting inside, the two sat across from each other, both looking out the window. "So what did you think? About the whole thing, I mean?"
Shuichi offered a genuine smile. "I think it was awesome. If I wasn't so tired, I'd want to get right back up there and do it again."
Hiro was elated by Shuichi's enthusiasm, and wondered just how long it had been since the boy was this happy. Although he would never admit it out loud, he knew that the change in his friend was due to Uesugi Eiri. He silently thanked the writer for giving his friend what he needed, to be able to open up and show an emotion other than anger.
The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Because of their appearance today, they were given the next day off. Shuichi looked forward to spending the extra time with his boyfriend. Thinking about the blonde, he felt a sense of dread. What would his reaction be to the song Shuichi wrote for him? Shuichi wanted nothing more than to be able to stay by his side.
Arriving at Eiri's apartment first, Shuichi quickly said goodbye to his friend and walked up to the door. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he opened the door and walked in. Before he could say anything, he was scooped up into strong arms and held firmly. Looking up, all of his apprehension was dismissed immediately with the smile he received from Eiri. The taller man leaned down and placed his lips gently over Shuichi's. When they parted, Shuichi teased, "So, I guess you liked the song then?"
"Loved it," the writer whispered into his ear. Shuichi felt his cheeks burning, but he did not know if it was from the questionable wording or from the sultry voice that spoke it. "Will you move in with me?"
Shuichi was shocked. Did he just ask me to live with him? Shuichi looked at him questioningly. When the singer hesitated, Eiri lost his smile. "But, if you don't want to...I mean, I don't want you to feel uncomfort-" his words were cut off as Shuichi kissed him firmly, eyes staring into his.
"I never said that I wouldn't. I've practically been living here anyway." Eiri smiled, relieved, and gathered the smaller man into another hug. Pulling away slightly, Shuichi blushed. "I do need to take a shower right now, though."
Nodding in understanding, Eiri gave one last chaste kiss and allowed the singer to clean up. Feeling unusually tired, probably due to worrying about how Shuichi would react to his offer, Eiri decided to wait in bed. He changed quickly, pulling on a comfortable sweatshirt and pajama bottoms and slid under the covers. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling, picturing his boyfriend and what he was doing. In the shower. Wet. Naked. Steam-filled room. Eiri groaned and mentally slapped himself for his train of thought. He tried to think of some way to relieve his growing tension. Mika and Tohma. Good, problem solved.
Shuichi showered quickly, wanting to get into bed right away. He threw on one of Eiri's over-sized t-shirts and a pair of boxers before turning out the light and walking into the bedroom. He saw that Eiri was already under the covers and crawled into bed beside him. Eiri turned to face him and they cuddled closer. Looking into Shuichi's eyes, Eiri couldn't help but to lean down and kiss the boy. Beautiful.
Eiri placed his hand on Shuichi's cheek and kissed him more firmly. Feeling reckless, he ran his tongue along the boy's lower lip. Shuichi did not know how to respond, but after a minute of gentle licks, he parted his mouth slightly. Eiri immediately took the opportunity and deepened the kiss. Shuichi's eyes shot open, having never been kissed like this before. Eiri ran his tongue over the other and gently massaged it. Hesitantly, Shuichi moved his tongue against Eiri's. Closing his eyes, he let the older man take over.
When the need for air surfaced, they pulled away slightly to catch their breath. Shuichi opened his hazy eyes and stared into clouded amber. Eiri leaned forward again, but instead of claiming his mouth, he trailed butterfly kisses down his chin, back towards his ear and down his neck, stopping at his shoulder. He gently nipped and sucked at the soft skin, leaving a faint red mark. Shuichi was overwhelmed. He felt heat flooding his entire body and his mind grew hazy. He could feel the throbbing between his legs as Eiri continued to suckle on the tender skin of his neck. Completely on instinct, he gently thrust his hips towards the blonde, moaning quietly.
When he heard the moan coming from the younger man, Eiri immediately reclaimed his lips. He placed his hand on the small of his back and gently rubbed their erections together, eliciting another moan from the singer. Eiri was both surprised and pleased by the feel of Shuichi's growing hardness, and felt himself respond instantly. Rubbing again, harder this time, Shuichi threw his head back and gasped. Eiri took this as a good sign, and discretely shifted so that he was laying over the singer, one leg in between his. He used his knee to gently tease Shuichi, causing the singer to arch his back slightly.
Shuichi quickly snapped back to reality when he felt his shirt being lifted up by the older man. Fear instantly replaced his excitement, and he felt as though he could not breath. His shirt was removed in the next moment and Shuichi could feel tears burning behind his eyes. Sensing the change in his partner, Eiri stopped his movements to look at him. His heart sank with the realization that Shuichi was afraid, his body trembling from fear rather than desire. He must be a virgin, he thought. Placing his hand gently on the flushed cheek, he whispered. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you. I promise you will like this, okay? You just need to relax."
Shuichi desperately wanted to believe his words, but memories of intense, burning pain were at the forefront of his mind. How could this not hurt. He had done it so many times before that it seemed like a given. Fighting through his fears, he gave a small nod. I want to trust him so much.
Eiri continued, trailing kisses along Shuichi's now-naked collarbone. He continued lower, stopping to lick his small nipple, feeling it harden almost immediately. Shuichi sucked in his breath and arched his neck. Eiri, discovering his lover's sensitive spot, continued to gently tease the skin before moving to the other. When he was satisfied, he continued his kisses down the toned abdomen. When he reached his navel, he gently circled it with his tongue, earning a small whimper from above.
Hooking his fingers on the elastic of the boxers, he gently pulled them down, revealing Shuichi's erection. Sitting back, Eiri removed his own shirt and stood up to take off his pants. Once they were both equally naked, he kneeled down between the slim legs and trailed his tongue up along the shaft. Shuichi gasped and gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. Eiri licked twice more before taking him into his mouth.
Shuichi could not breath. He had been forced to give blowjobs before, but had never received one. Feeling the intense heat from Eiri's mouth, his tight lips running along the delicate skin, it was too much for him. "E-Eiri! I-I'm -I'm..." he choked.
Understanding, Eiri continued sucking for a few more seconds before replacing his mouth with his hand. He gripped Shuichi's straining erection with his hand and gave three firm strokes before the singer screamed and climaxed. Eiri continued to stroke gently, letting the younger man ride out his orgasm before he fell limply to the bed, panting. Eiri had to fight to keep control over his body with the sight of the singer, flushed and panting.
Deciding to go to the next step, Eiri coated three of his fingers with Shuichi's essence. Spreading his thighs, he gently placed his index finger at the boy's entrance and entered slowly. Shuichi immediately clamped down on the finger and looked at him fearfully. This is when the pain starts, he thought. "Sshh, Shu-chan. Just relax. Trust me." Closing his eyes, Shuichi laid back down, deciding that if it would make Eiri happy, he would allow him.
Feeling the muscles relaxing slowly, Eiri unhesitatingly sought out that one spot that he knew would drive his lover mad. After a moment's searching, his finger brushed against something soft. He smiled, knowing that he found it. Pressing his finger firmly against Shuichi's prostate, the younger man screamed and arched his back sharply. Once recovered, Shuichi was about to ask what the hell that was, but before he could, the sensation hit him again. Stars exploded behind closed eyes and he could feel his erection come back full-force. Pleasure filled every pore of his body and he could not help but to buck against the intruding finger.
Eiri entered a second finger into Shuichi, and began to gently stretch his opening. After bringing in the third, he used all three to unmercifully stimulate the younger man, earning several moans and choked screams.
Eiri leaned up against Shuichi's heaving chest, and whispered, "Do you like that?"
"Uggh, God..."
"I can make you feel so much better, Shu, once I am inside of you. Do you want that?"
Shuichi could not bring himself to speak coherently. Instead he nodded. "Ahh, God...yes."
Eiri kneeled between his thighs and lifted the singer's small hips. He coated his own throbbing erection with what was left from Shuichi's first orgasm and placed his head at the entrance. Pushing gently, he entered the tight space, not stopping until he was fully surrounded by the intense heat of his lover. Shuichi gasped at the intrusion, but was relieved that Eiri had lubricated himself, something that he was not used to. Eiri fought to not come immediately, not realizing that the boy would be so tight.
When he felt like he could move once again, he leaned forward and placed his forehead on Shuichi's and positioned his body so that they were more comfortable. Pulling out so that only the head remained, he firmly thrust forward, immediately striking the pleasurable bundle of nerves. Shuichi's hands flew up to grip Eiri's shoulders as he moaned loudly. "God...you're so...tight," Eiri moaned with a second thrust. Before long, Eiri was pounding into the small body of his lover, encouraged by the gasps and moans coming from underneath him. Although he did not want to hurt the boy, he no longer had control and he grabbed his hips and continued to pound into him.
Shuichi was lost. He had come to believe that sex always hurt. Never before had he felt something so intense. Pleasure flooded every one of his senses. Feeling Eiri moving inside of him was nothing short of heaven. He felt himself getting closer and closer to completion with each thrust and he desperately fought to thrust backwards against his lover.
Eiri knew that they both were close, so he reached around and began to firmly stroke Shuichi in time with his thrusts. Within a few seconds, Shuichi screamed and came in Eiri's hand. Eiri gritted his teeth as the muscles surrounding him tightened even more with his lover's orgasm. Unable to contain himself any longer, he let himself go and came inside his lover, moaning his name.
Eiri collapsed on the bed next to Shuichi, trying to catch his breath. Shuichi recovered first and turned his head toward him. He smiled at the expression on the blonde's face. His heart fluttered as Eiri turned his head to look at him. Is this what it feels like to love someone? Shuichi already knew the answer as arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. Eiri managed to pull the covers over the two of them as they began to let sleep overtake them.
Eiri closed his eyes. I never want to let this go, now that I have him.
Tears threatened Shuichi once more before falling into darkness. Would you still want me if you knew the truth about me? Would you still hold me close if you knew what I'd done?
When Shuichi opened his eyes, he noticed that Eiri was already awake and smiling at him. Shuichi yawned and rubbed his eyes before burying his head in the other's chest. He could hear laughter rumble from above him. "I didn't realize you could sleep so long, but I didn't want to wake you up." Eiri leaned down and kissed his temple. "I have to get ready soon, it's already past noon and I have to turn my manuscript in to my editor."
Shuichi nodded and sat up, stretching his arms over his head. Getting out of bed, he realized that he was still naked, and blushed. He felt arms wrap around him and gave an embarrassed smile. "I need another shower."
Eiri smiled and nodded. "Let's go take one together." Shuichi quirked an eyebrow, causing Eiri to laugh once more. "Just a shower, I promise."
The couple showered and got dressed. Eiri only had a few minutes to get ready, so he rushed around the apartment. He placed his manuscript on the coffee table and gathered his keys, cellphone, and cigarettes, placing them in his coat pockets. He he had just walked over to the door and slipped into his shoes when a knock sounded at the door. Cursing under his breath, he yanked the door open. "What?"
Two men stood at his doorstep, both dressed casually in t-shirts and jeans. The taller man had black, shoulder-length hair and emerald green eyes, while his companion had short brown hair and brown eyes. The smaller of the two smiled. "Hi, we were wondering if Shuichi was around?"
Eiri's eyes narrowed, feeling a pang of possessiveness. "Who's asking?"
The man smiled. "I'm sorry, how rude of me. I am Hideki Aki, and this is my friend Katsuki. I am Shu-chan's older brother. Well, adopted brother, anyway."
Eiri was taken aback. He didn't know that Shuichi had a brother. In fact, the younger man had never mentioned his family at all. He felt hurt as he realized that there was so much he did not know about his lover.
"So, is he here?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Eiri nodded and stepped aside, inviting the two men inside. He closed the door behind him and called out to the singer.
Shuichi entered the living room, eyes fixed on the shirt he was buttoning. "Who was at the door, Ei-" He immediately froze when he looked up. There, standing next to his lover, were the very men that were the cause of his living nightmare. He continued to stare into those burning emerald eyes, not able to form a coherent thought.
He felt Eiri place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. "We'll talk when I get back, okay? I shouldn't be more than two hours. I'm sure you have some catching up to do with your brother, right?" Shuichi nodded, not being able to escape those eyes with held a warning glare. He knew that look all too well. Don't say a word.
Eiri smiled, misinterpreting his lover's fear for surprise. Maybe it will do him some good to talk to family. He kissed Shuichi's temple and excused himself, closing the door behind him.
Shuichi could not bring himself to move. Fear paralyzed his muscles and it took every effort to continue breathing. He watched as Aki walked slowly to the door and threw the deadbolt before turning back to him, smiling.
Katsuki approached Shuichi, a malevolent smirk on his face. He reached out and caressed the boy's pale cheek with the back of his hand. "Did yo miss me, love?"
TBC...
A.N. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Once I got started, it came out pretty easily. The lyrics are from Stabbing Westards' 'You Complete Me'. Comments and criticisms are encouraged, so please R & R.