Sensational Sins
AN: Hello my dear readers! Thanks for joining in for chapter 3 of SS. For new readers, this story may not make sense or have a bigger impact on your emotions if you haven't read A Heart in Amber and then the sequel, Lethal Affections. Both stories are essential in understanding this story.
Happy Reading!
Chapter Three: Wrath Part 2
After the incident with Hiroshi, Yuki has been a little 'off'. He has been in a mellow mood and hardly puts in any energy in playing with Riku or being intimate with me. I want to address him in this, since his son is so worried but I don't want him to take it the wrong way.
The Uesagi Residence
11H
It's Riku's afternoon nap after coming home from kindergarten. K lets me leave work for a few hours when Riku gets off from school—to spend quality time with him and Yuki; he knows that Riku is the son of Yuki Kitazawa.
After tucking the tired Riku in his bed, I walk to Yuki's office. Luckily his door is cracked open and not locked shut. I knock on the doorframe before gently opening the door. Yuki's glimpse at me for a second then returns to his screen—his hands typing ever so fast across the keyboard.
"Hey…" I whispered. He grunts in return. I sigh and amber to Yuki's side, bend down to my knees and lay my head and arms on his lap. Yuki stops his typing to look down at me.
"What are you doing?" he asks me in a surprised tone of voice. I breathe in Yuki's scent before answering.
"You've been different ever since Hiro…I want to help but I don't know how to…" I nuzzle my head in his lap.
Unexpectedly, Yuki's slender and broad hands lay upon my head. I feel his lips press against the top of my head. "I'm sorry for worrying you…" He sits up.
"Riku's worried too." I lift my head off his lap and tilt it up to stare in those golden gems I love so dearly. "Yuki, what is it? Tell me so maybe I can help. Maybe we can get you…." I hate to say this but I have to for the sake of Yuki's mentality, "…to see a professional." Yuki flinches at the word 'professional' and deeply sighs.
"I don't need a professional." He strokes my cheek. "I feel like I don't deserve this life; especially if he can't have one." I know who 'he' is and I immediately stand up. "Shuichi what are—" I kiss Yuki in a fiery kiss filled with passion. I sit atop his lap and hug his neck. I look him straight in the eyes, "Don't you ever say that you feel like you don't deserve this life! Ever!"
"Shuichi, don't" Yuki turns his head.
I force him to look at me, "You do deserve us. You fought so hard to get me back…and you fought to accept Riku as your son!"
Pearls appear at the end of my eyes. I gently touch the tip of my nose to his. "I know it's hard for you to express your emotions properly." I kiss his sweet lips once more. Yuki places his rough hands on my gentle waist. I squish my body against his, in our sweet dance, and our bodies unite in unison. Yuki stands up carefully with me in his sturdy arms, securely within his angelic grasp. We break the kiss to gaze into each other's eyes.
I grasp the one I love in my arms, his eyes are captivating my eyes, preventing me from walking, until Shuichi begins to kiss and suck on my broad neck. I realize how much I'm turned on. It's been quite a while since I've touched neither Shuichi nor myself. I feel guilty but I'll make up for it right now and for tonight.
I carry Shuichi to the bedroom and after tenderly landing him on the bed; I walk anxiously to the door to lock it. I turn back to Shuichi, his body vulnerable, his chest panting, and the look in his eyes that speak 'please, come here…'
I walk to the end of the bed, and I begin to unbutton my shirt—slowly.
I look down to see a bulge in his thin shorts. I slide my shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room. I climb over my lover and kiss his neck, his pants of breath deepen and his body grinds against mine. I label him with my love marks.
Shuichi draws a quick breath when he feels my hand slither down his shorts. Shuichi's arms embrace around my neck and shoulders and beautiful moans sing out of his throat. I can't handle it any longer.
I rip his shorts off along with his underwear. Shuichi nudges my covered groin with the tip of his foot. I look up at him; a blush covers his sexy expression. I smirk that same old smirk that Shuichi loves ever since his middle school years. I pull down my pants and boxers just enough for me to grab hold of myself and bring it out. Shuichi stares at it like it's about to disappear. One thing I am proud of myself is my manhood.
As Shuichi is staring me up and down like a beast, he climbs on his knees stops short in front of my groin. Next, he looks up and meets my gaze, and smiles. After that sexy smile, he slowly engulfed me like a pro and I feel like I'm melting into his mouth.
Shuichi not only used his mouth but his hand as well. He always starts out slow, and then speeds up as the situation intensifies. My back arches, but I didn't want to come—not yet. I slide out of his mouth suddenly and Shuichi is left with a confusing expression.
I push Shuichi down onto the bed and spread his legs further apart. I stick my fingers into his mouth to lubricate my fingers with saliva. Before I can slide my fingers out, he sucked on them seductively, this turns me on more at the sensation of his tongue wrapping around my skin—making it hot. After a minute of feeling this pleasurable sensation, Shuichi allowed my fingers free. Shuichi closes his eyes tight knowing what's going to happen. I slowly inch one finger in, I glance up at Shuichi, his lips are parted and his arms are above his head. I loosen him up during the next five minutes—adding another two fingers totaling in three fingers in all. I can feel Shuichi clamp down on me. I take my fingers out and Shuichi moans for more.
I hurriedly reach under the pillow for a tube of Silky Sensation lubricant. We had to hide it under the pillow so Riku won't find it…we thought that Riku wouldn't go under the pillow—it's been a year in a half and he has yet to find the tube. I pop open the tube and pour the fountain of silk over his lover's blissful entrance and both their erections—Shuichi shivers at the cold sensation but trembles once the on-contact-heat activates in the substance.
I lift his slender tan legs over my broad shoulders and prepare my erection to enter the bliss of ultimate pleasure. I pumped myself one last time before entering the head into Shuichi. He gasps, lifting his hips higher, giving me more access to his body.
"Y…uki…" his moan is all that is needed to break that barrier of patience. I thrust my full length into Shuichi, pulling out…making sure I hit his pleasure spot over and over again…
The pleasure overrides Shuichi; his moans grow more intense as his small body quivers under my muscular body. He clenches down on me when I thrust harder and faster. Shuichi tries with all his might to muffle his moans—he doesn't want Riku to hear them.
I embrace Shuichi closer to my body, making the hot friction rise between us. My lips greet his in a beautiful connection that only true lovers can experience.
Shuichi breaks the kiss and flings his head back, revealing his neck. I bite down and get a pleasant response. Shuichi's body clamps down harder. A grunt comes from the back of my throat and my body instantly plunges deeper and harder. Moans travel out of Shuichi—both loud and soft.
Words gasp out of his mouth "It's…com….coming." I hold Shuichi tightly to my body as I thrust into him. Shuichi screams with delight. A few more thrusts and Shuichi's muscles tighten, reaching that sweet ecstasy. The muscles squeeze my groin tighter than before. "Oh fuck…Shuichi..!" I moaned. His seed spills over both our chests. His arms fall limp as I thrust to my climax.
"Yuki…." He whimpers.
"Hold on..nnh….almost there.." It takes a few more thrusts before I reach blissful climax. I fill Shuichi with more than I expected. I pull out and collapse on him. Shuichi smiles and kisses my cheek. He embraces my body and we lay in a peaceful state.
I listen to Shuichi's breathing and heartbeat. The sensation of Shuichi's hand running through my wet locks of gold, feel nice—I sigh in relaxation.
That is until I hear Riku knocking on the door.
I sigh in frustration. "Ugh…can't get a goddamn minute with my wife…." The soothing hand that was stroking through my hair just seconds ago, smacks me on top of the head. I rub my head and look up at a pissed Shuichi.
"Riku doesn't know Yuki, so don't be rude!" he smiles gently, "Until he gets older, he'll be more….thoughtful."
Yuki cringes at the saying. When Riku gets older…fuck. He hasn't even planned out when he gets to ten or even twelve. Well by then he'll he curious and….
"Ugh…I'm already out of the mood." I sit up and search for pants. Shuichi cleans himself off of any residue and searches for his shorts.
The knocks continue, "Mama, Papa…."
Shuichi says in a happy tone, "Don't worry Riku, Mama and Papa are coming out soon." I clean my chest after zipping up my pants. I look over at my lover to see if he's decent.
"Okay Yuki, you can unlock the door." Shuichi slips on his shirt and stood up. He looks down at the sheets and frowns. "Maybe I should clean the sheets…since we didn't wear condoms…." Shuichi sighs and begins to shed the bed of sheets.
I walk over to the door, unlock it, and in came a flying Riku. Riku clings to my pant leg for dear life. He nuzzles his head in my leg and I see him sniffle. Shuichi takes notice and hurries on over to Riku's side, like a worrying mother.
"Riku! What's wrong sweetie?" Shuichi pats and rubs Riku's back—his head still nuzzled in his father's leg.
"Riku, c'mon…" I pick my son up and cuddle with him, "Tell Papa what happened…." Riku looks up with his boggling teary eyes.
"In my dream…Papa was being mean…." Shuichi stands up and strokes Riku's hair, gently.
"How was Papa being mean?" He asks in a soft tone.
"He had a gun….."
I clench Riku harder in my embrace...
"He was hurting Mama with it….and Mama was bleeding and crying…while Papa was drinking." Riku stares in my frightened eyes. How can a child dream something so horrid like this? I turn my gaze to Shuichi's, his eyes are widen with shock.
"R-Riku…." He's at a loss of words.
I carry Riku to the bed. I sit down with him in my lap…I still can't believe he witnessed something like that in his dreams. My eyes meet my son's, I wipe his eyes of tears, "Riku, you do know that I wouldn't do such a thing to Mama and you, right?"
Riku nods his head wildly, "Papa is the best Papa in the world!" he collapses into my chest, "He teaches me to cook and read, and makes Mama and I happy!" I can't help but smile; thank god this boy knows the difference between reality and his dreams.
Shuichi kisses my cheek, "You are a good father, and I hope you know that…" I sigh in defeat. I peck Riku's cheek and smile at him, "I know I'm a good father…" but still I have that doubt aching in the back of my mind that I'm not as great as everyone assumes I am.
Damn it….damn it! I had to part from my family and go back to work. When I get there, Hiroshi will be waiting…..
I view up at his handsome face with my huge sparkling eyes, I ask, "What's your name?"
"Nakano Hiroshi, but call me Hiro." he scratches his head and drifts his eyes off into the blue skies above us.
"I am Shindou Shuichi!" I offer my hand to shake, except lost my balance and –embarrassingly- fall on him. Ouch! Damn it…the first friend I make and I fall on him…what a great first impression.
Hiroshi's acoustic guitar falls to his side. I lay across Hiro's stomach as Hiro himself tries to stay upright. He puts his hands on my slim waist to help me up. I feel the tip of his chilly fingers glide over my sides, it gives me goosebumps.
Unexpectedly, a familiar voice sounds, "Lookie here guys!"
I cringe, I didn't want to but I glance up. It is what I feared, it was Tachi….
"What a slut! He's at it with another boy!" He laughs and is joined in by his two buddies. One had his long blonde hair bunched up in a slovenly manner and the other had his brown hair comb neatly, accompanied by sunglasses that had been scratched numerous of times. Tachi runs his hand through his black hair that appears to be greasy when shone against the sunlight, "What happened with your other boyfriend?" he asked sarcastically.
I sat up directly with the help of my new friend. At this moment I would like to cry. Being extremely provoked always brought me tears… I haven't realize it but tears are already outlining my eyes and I find myself to be sobbing. My hands cover my eyes to find the humiliation of my dim-witted emotions.
Between sobs I mutter, "Why c-can't you just l-leave me alone?" I compress my body with my arms; "Why…?"
"MA-kun, Ken-Chan… he's crying!" he bursts with laughter, once more joined in with his friends. "Geez grow up you pansy!"
By now a thin line of students watched with interest, there're only a few— but a few could turn to a dozen in no time at all.
He continues to torment me with his words, "Eh, we probably interrupted him giving head to this distorted guitar pervert." I glare at Tachi, offended by the rude manner of words that he chose to talk about Hiroshi. I forgot about my intense humiliation and focused on Hiro's. I didn't want this jerk wad to damage his rep as well.
I scowl, "Shut your fuckin' mouth Tachi!" I barked, I release myself of my arms and point at Tachi, he promptly flinches. "I slipped and fell, Hiroshi didn't do anything but be a friend. Go! Stay away from us, you fuck up—run off with your fuck buds and cry in the corner!"
The few students gasp at my comment, and some even looked terrified that there'll be a fight. Maybe there will be one… only Tachi could make it happen. Though I cannot ever fight back, it's against my nature!
I find myself sitting in a balance state, Tachi's countenance is blank, rather surprised at my comments. He grins peevishly, "Dumbass, you've messed with the wrong person!" he harshly takes my short hair by his hands and forces my head to level with his— tugging at my hair. During the pain, I see at the corner of my eye the blond friend approaching as he pulls his sleeves up above the elbow— I shut my eyes to prepare for a beating. I cry.
Abruptly during my sobs, I hear a thump and I fall to the grassy ground beneath me. Follow by a huge moan and a thud. I open my eyes to inspect what happened and see Hiro standing up with his fists clench, Tachi on the ground holding his stomach, and his two friends running away.
I examine Hiro's face; it is austere just as the young man's had been when he saved me.
"Hiro…" I whisper.
"Don't go near Shuichi again, you bastard." He kicks the side of Tachi; Tachi lets out a painful moan. He struggles to get up but eventually stands on his two feet and flees from Hiroshi without uttering a word.
Half of the crowed disperse but the remaining still keep watch at Hiroshi and I. Hiro turns to them and shouts, "It's all over folks! You can go back to lunch." Sighs merge throughout the mouths of students, but they unwillingly leave the scene of the halted fight.
Hiro sits down aside me, "Are you alright Shuichi?" he rests his hand on my hot cheek. I look down. I reply, "Yeah…."
Hiro places his thumb and finger on my chin and holds my head up. We look into each other's eyes, his russet eyes bond with my claret eyes. He moves an inch forward, my lips part to I can protest.
Rapidly, he lets go of my chin, grins, and pats my head, "Whadya say, we go back to eating?"
I wipe my eyes of any tears and said with glee, "Okay, Hiro! I'm so grateful to have a new friend like you!"
Hiro scratches my head like a puppy. "Me too Shuichi…"
I sigh deeply at the memory…
Hiroshi was a different boy back in middle school.
I arrive at NG Records and I'm immediately thrown into the recording studio. Fujisaki is waiting for me with irritation evident in his dark emerald eyes. "Geesh, what took so long?" I try not to explode in his face, ever since I've known him he's been such a push-over!
"With my child and husband, having a time of my life!" I cross my arms and stick my tongue out at him.
He chuckles sarcastically. "Wow, very grown-up of you, mommy!"
"Why you…" I glomp Fujisaki and give him a knuckle sandwich, "Take this! And this! And that!" All the while, Fuji tried to get released.
"Gah! Stop it you pink idiot!"
"Never!" I continue my torment. All the while I hear the recording studio's door open, I thought it would either be K or Sakano. I look up, "Hello K—" I instantly let go of Fujisaki and stare at the man before me.
"Hiro…."
While Shuichi is at work, I stayed home with Riku. It's quite nice actually, since he doesn't talk that much—not like Shuichi…thank god. While working, he accompanied me in my office; he's still shook up by his nightmare. It's kinda off that he dreamt after Hiroshi visited and harassed my family. Damn that fucking bastard….maybe I should kill him.
"Papa…" Riku sits next to me on his little chair, his little hands occupying a warm cup of caramel hot cocoa. He reminds me of his mother…
"Brat, what do you want?"
"Uh…I…wanted to see you."
"Go back to sleep."
"But I woke up and I can't sleep," he yawns and stretches his arms out wide. I sigh and stand up. I grab a chair from one of the corners of the room and place it next to my chair. I then leave the room briefly and return with a blue blanket. I fold the blanket around Shuichi's tiny body and lead him towards the chair.
"Here, you can stay, talk, and watch all you want until you get tired. But remember you have school tomorrow."
"Oh thank you Yuki…"
When we both sit down on our chairs, I warn him, "If you get too loud, I'm going to not only kick you out of this room but out of my house—got it, kid?"
He nods. "Don't worry Yuki; I won't say a word…"
I begin to type away; Shuichi scoots his chair closer to mine and watches me type many words in just a few minutes. Soon he decides to lie his head on my shoulder. He soon falls asleep to the soft of my keyboard strokes.
I tried to shake Shuichi awake, but it took fucking forever for the brat to wake up. I shouldn't be this brat's alarm clock….
"Get up Brat!" I threw a pile of clothing onto his face, "I cleaned your damn clothing yesterday. Take a shower and get dressed so I can drive you to fucking school."
A gleam of affection shines in his eyes, "Oh Yuki!" he hugs me, rubbing his cheek against my clothed abdomen. "I never want to take a shower after what you did to me!" he yelled in joy, "I have Yuki all over me." he falls into a daze, "…and all in me…"
I blushed in embarrassment and pushed him down onto my bed and coldly replied, "Stop your fucking insane talk and take that god damn shower already…or you'll make us both late."
The boy embraces me one more time before beaming out of bed. He stopped short when he noticed something was missing, "Uh Yuki, where are my boxers?"
I sighed in frustration, "After you fell asleep in my office, I took you to bed and stripped your boxers so I can wash them for you."
His eyes swelled up with annoying tears, "Oh Yuki! We're just like a married cou—"
I threw his bundle of clothing at his face again, but this time with more force. "Alrighty Yuki, I'm gonna take that shower." he said with a smile.
"Finally…" I murmured before smoking up a cigarette.
Riku looks at my laptop screen with content, yet blank, eyes. The hot cocoa's steam begin to subside. He takes a gentle sip. He's been acting a little unusual, he is always acting like Shuichi but today since he got home, he's been distant—mentally.
I sigh and turn in my chair to face him, "Hey Riku…" I whispered gently. He looks up to meet my worried eyes. "Hmm….?"
"Do you want some more cocoa?" Riku shakes his head in response. He leans closer so that his head rests upon my side; I keep my gaze upon him. "Are you okay?"
Riku looks up at me, his eyes deprived of his needed sleep.
"You don't say much, huh? That's one part I'm glad that you get from me." I pat his head and he takes another sip of his cocoa. His cup is halfway done. He always seems to chug his beverages like Shuichi. "Are you sure you don't need a refill?" Riku looks at me, his cup, then at me again and cutely nods his head. I scoot out of my chair, Riku mimics me, I smile. I reach out for him, and his little hand grasps my broad hand.
We walk together to the kitchen, and help Riku to the counter—he loves to make food and beverages—even when it's simple as a cup of cocoa. I grab the caramel cocoa mix and hand it to Riku, I grab another one. "I guess Papa can have some too…" I smile at Riku and he smiles back. "Papa…" he whispered.
We make two cups together and we walk hand-in-hand back to my study where Riku continued to watch me type. I take a few sips and begin to type away.
When a few minutes pass by, Riku was still quiet, not in his normal pensive way, but in a troubling way. My hands retreat from the keyboard and face Riku in my chair. "Riku…" I begin "I know something is bothering you…" I whisper, "was it that dream?"
Riku shyly responds, "No, not really."
"About Papa?"
"No!" Riku shouts, he grabs my hand and squeezes it, "I love Papa, it's not about him…it's about Aizawa."
NG Records
Recording Room.
It's been completely awkward today, Hiroshi joined our band and I'm refusing to talk to him. Everyone keeps saying to my face, "Stop acting like a child and get with it." But they don't know the truth about Hiroshi and I…not that I would ever tell them.
"Shuichi!" Fujisaki called. His voice makes me grunt, louder than I expected to.
"We have those singles to record!"
I sit up and walk to the recording studio but as I am about to open up the door, Hiroshi walks in.
His look is austere; his eyes read pain as he stared at my surprised face. "Fujisaki said to come get you." I grunt and brush by him. As I walk away, I hear the door shut and footsteps following me. Why does he need to be here?
I didn't know what to do, the name made me cringe. This can't be a coincidence can it? Riku is absolutely distressed by this. I want to call Shuichi but he's already in a lot of trouble as it is with Hiroshi.
I hold Riku in my arms as we sat on the couch; he started crying when he told me about a kid with the last name Aizawa. Riku had buried his head in my shirt and snuffled his cries in it.
I sway him back and forth…damn I really did become soft; I guess my parental-instincts have finally kicked in. "Shhhh, it's okay." I whispered. Riku's cries have softened. I was going to sing him a lullaby, god forbid Shuichi would hear and see this—I will rather kill myself than have him see that.
Just then the door to the loft opened. A fuming Shuichi marches in, his face flushed—he looked as if he was crying. "I hate him…I hate him!" he clashes his bag next to the couch. Riku is startled by the sound. His hold tightens on my shirt, "Papa…"
I inhale deeply, "Riku's right here…." I point out, Shuichi turns and calms down.
"I'm sorry," he said…he walks over to Riku and I and sits down besides us, he strokes his hair through Riku's hair, "Hey Riku, Mama's sorry." He looks at Shuichi and Shuichi is shocked, "Riku, have you been crying?"
His glance turns up at me, "Why is Riku crying?" He asks frantically.
I rub the bridge of my nose, "Riku was acting a little distant so I asked him what was wrong…." My sentence fades.
Shuichi presses with a frown, "What did he say?"
I hesitated because I knew that it will cause Shuichi to become so enraged. "He told me that a kid at school is causing him trouble…and that his name is Aizawa."
Shuichi's frown deepens and it took a minute to register the name, it's as if he buried his name in the subconscious of his mind.
"Shuichi…" I whisper.
His eyes are blank with confusion, then all of the sudden hit him….
Shuichi suddenly grasps Riku by his arms to force him to look directly at him. "Did that kid touch you? Huh? Did he? Answer me, Riku!" Tears are strolling down his cheeks and Riku is trembling, "Mama you're hurting me…stop it!" I have to practically force Shuichi off of Riku.
"Shuichi, what the hell has gotten into you?" I hold Riku to my chest to calm him down. "Shhh…it's okay Riku…"
Shuichi wipes the tears away and strokes Riku's back, "I'm so sorry sweetheart…can you forgive Mama?" Riku turns his head towards him and nods his head.
Shuichi looks into his son's eyes and asks, "What did this Aizawa kid do to you exactly?"
Riku shakes his head and burrows his head in my chest again, "I don't wanna talk about the bad people."
Shuichi looks at me frantically. "Riku please? By telling us, the bad people won't do anymore bad things to you."
Riku sniffles, "Aizawa…he's eight…and he and his friends…" Riku bursts out crying.
"Aizawa and his friends what?"
"Aizawa burned my leg with sticks that Papa smokes."
"You mean cigarettes?"
Riku nods. Shuichi and I stare in horrified terror.
"Where on your leg?" I ask. Riku slides off me and stands before us. He trembles and unbuckles his pants; we both are confused until he takes his pants off, he points to the upper and inner thigh of his left leg, where three fresh cigarette burns are embedded in his leg along with tiny red marks. Riku begins to cry…
"Mama, Papa, they really hurt me."
Please don't kill me! I love Riku too, he's so adorable-I wish he was my son! Don't worry, it isn't nearly as bad as Shuichi's experience with Tachi—so don't get too hung up on this. *oh and another thing, this isn't going to be history repeating itself. A review brought that up. Don't worry it's a whole new plot. I ain't that dried up of ideas that I would go back to A Heart in Amber and steal its plot*
Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out! It was like 95% completed for a while now and hadn't been able to finish it due to high school and college term exams.
Oh and I'm cookin' up a special treat! Remember A Heart in Amber? Well I figured that I should write a very short story about Shuichi's and Darius' relationship? R&R your ideas on that, okay? It won't be angst in anyway, only romance and friendship. :D
See ya in the next chapter!