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Love's Painful Truth	By : Daxemon Category: Gravitation > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Love's Painful Truth

Author: Daxemon

Fandom: Gravitation (yaoi)

Pairing/Characters: Yuki/Hiro

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: The Maki Murakami is the creator of Gravitation and I will do my best to not soil her creations with my filthy thoughts….well maybe just a little. I'll make sure to clean them up afterwards. Obviously these guys don't belong to me or anyone but Ms. Murakami.

A/N – Here is my latest update in the ongoing tale of Hiro's and Yuki's tryst. Hopefully everything works out for the better, but we'll all have to wait for that. Well I give my utmost thanks to my BETA Meng Horde. She is the awesomest if there is such a word, it perfectly describes her input and skill at figuring out what I want to say and do with my fic. She's a great co-pilot. Thanks Meng Horde you rock.

I also just want to apologize for the long wait…REAL LIFE has been kicking me in the butt and I even had to have emergency gall bladder removal surgery back in March…almost exactly a year after I fractured my left foot and was on crutches for two months and then therapy for another two. I've been through it and my poor update has been languishing away waiting. So I finally forwarded it to my phenomenal Beta who did her thing and now I am able to post. Thank you to all those who have been still reading and to the newcomers who have recently "favorited" my fic. Please don't forget to review…I really love to hear what you think.

Well now on to the update.

Love's Painful Truth

Chapter – 10

The next morning Hiro awoke feeling sated and exceptionally tender in a certain region of his anatomy. He realized as he came more and more awake that he was in desperate need of some TLC.

'Maybe Yuki and I overdid it just a little yesterday.' thought Hiro as his body screamed, hollered and yelled at him as he slowly came awake. It didn't help to have a very comatose Yuki on top of him, as he soon came to find out as he opened his eyes to see a tousled blond head impeding his ability to become upright, as he was pinned to the couch (apparently they never made it out of the living room). Yuki had about three quarters of his body draped across Hiro's and seemed to be sleeping quite soundly.

"Yuki." Hiro called weakly, his throat hoarse. Thank God he wasn't the lead singer in Bad Luck, because if he showed up the next day sounding like he was, K, Tohma and Sakano would probably flay him alive. Okay probably not Sakano. He would be to busy passing out cold from shock.

"Yuki." he tried a little more forcefully, giving Yuki's shoulder a small shove. "Hey, come on get up." Hiro's attempt to dislodge Yuki caused his back to twinge, his thigh muscles to quiver, and his arms to feel like they had lead weights attached to them.

"Mmmngh." came the unintelligible grunt from the pile of blond sexiness on top of him.

"Yuki, I think I need about eight hours in the hot tub after yesterday. Come on - UP!" Hiro snapped, as his strength started to return to him and his mind to clear more. Unfortunately the acute awareness of what his body was feeling was also becoming more prevalent in his senses. Gathering all his strength Hiro gave Yuki's right shoulder one hard push, managing to unseat the Author and tumble him from the couch to the plush carpet below. He hit with a resounding thud, to Hiro's demented satisfaction.

"Mmmmmm argh!" Yuki groaned from the floor. "What the hell, Hiro?" he grumped.

"Well you wouldn't get up and I need to use the facilities and slide my poor abused body into a hot bath for the duration."

"I wouldn't consider what we did ten times abuse and -."

"I don't think the last time counted." Hiro stated, cutting Yuki off.

"Hey as long as we both got off, it counted." Yuki stated as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Classy Yuki. Real classy." Hiro said rolling his eyes as he finally got himself painfully and carefully into a seated position. "God - everything hurts." Hiro complained, laying his head back against the couch closing his eyes and sighing.

After a minute Hiro opened his eyes and looked up at Yuki when he felt a feather-light touch pick up the pendant that was resting just under his collarbone.

As Hiro watched, a flash of emotion crossed Yuki's face. To Hiro it almost looked like regret or loss, but it was too fleeting for him to be sure. "Yuki?" Hiro queried only to see that mask of emptiness slam into place solidly, before he could question further.

'Hiro will never allow himself to be fully mine and in order to make him mine, Shu will end up devastated…either way –' was Yuki's fleeting thought before he resealed the protective shield around his heart. "You better use 'the facilities' while you can still walk." Yuki threatened to distract himself from his thoughts, quirking an eyebrow up, letting Hiro know his intentions if he didn't get a move on.

"You are incredible." Hiro stated as he struggled to his feet, but not before his eyes unintentionally wandered below Yuki's waist and got confirmation of Yuki's inferred intentions, by coming literally face-to-face with a rapidly swelling erection. Seeing this Hiro shot up to a standing position and for a second he was fine, then everything swam, his legs gave out from under him and he went reeling forward to land roughly against Yuki.

"Hey, wha- ?" questioned Yuki with a slight tone of worry as his arms came up quickly to keep Hiro from crumpling to the floor.

"Don't hey me!" Hiro snapped, regaining some of his senses quickly. "Well it seems that I already cannot walk, you beast!"

"I didn't hear any complaints yesterday. All I heard was a lot of moaning, grunting, and screaming for me to fuck you harder." Yuki stated pointedly.

"YOU - JUST HELP ME OKAY!" Hiro yelled up at Yuki as a brilliant blush spread across his face.

'Damn he's so cute when he does that shy blush thing. Even after last night and all the times before he can be so - Hiro.' thought Yuki chuckling softly as he lifted Hiro to his feet. Scooping him up in his arms Yuki carried Hiro into the bathroom, of course, not without some vehement protesting on Hiro's part. Placing a very put out Hiro on the padded chair in front of the bathrooms vanity, Yuki proceeded to fill the tub and add some of the scented oils and bubble bath that Hiro, as well as he himself enjoyed, when bathing. It also made bath sex all the more interesting.

After a few minutes, Yuki turned off the taps and helped Hiro into the recessed tub, before sliding in with him. Seeing this, Hiro tensed visibly. "Don't worry Mr. Guitarist I won't lay a finger on you, we're just going to bathe okay." Yuki stated dryly amused as he watched Hiro try to slide further away from him.

Still eyeing Yuki suspiciously Hiro reclined against the other end of the tub, relaxing a little. God - his body ached, especially his lower back and hips, as well as more intimate parts of his body. The initial sting when he first stepped in was quickly fading to a dull throb.

'What was I thinking letting Yuki screw my brains out like that? Well I did make the first move and I have to admit, it felt un-fucking-believably-good and I wouldn't have stopped for anything, since I wanted it - even the last time, which technically counted.' thought Hiro as his body happily absorbed the warmth of the water and the aromatic oils Yuki had placed in the bath.

After finishing up Yuki left Hiro by himself, it seemed like he was going to be a while, seeing as he hadn't moved since getting in and settling down. "You finish up, I'm going to order up some breakfast." Yuki stated as he slipped into one of the thick white bathrobes after rinsing off in the shower. "Hey! Did you hear me?" snapped Yuki looking down at Hiro, who now had his eyes closed and looked ready to about fall asleep.

"Didn't I say don't "hey" me...and yes I heard you. Finish up - breakfast - yeah, yeah. Sheesh." Hiro grumbled as he shifted around in the tub to slide down further into the inviting scent and warmth all around him.

Some time later Yuki walked back into the bathroom to find Hiro almost exactly where he had left him, just somewhat more entrenched. "Are you planning to spend the day in there or what?" asked Yuki.

"So what if I am?" murmured Hiro stubbornly.

"Fine." Yuki agreed calmly and left.

It took Hiro all of thirty seconds to realize an amiable and agreeable Yuki was a suspicious and dangerous Yuki. It would have been more likely for Yuki to just up and drag him out of the bath, than to just agree and then leave without so much as a snort of indignation. Hiro considered getting out of the bath just out of sheer curiosity as to what Yuki was up to when he heard the bathroom door open again, followed by a light sound of rattling china.

Just as Hiro turned to see what it was, two of the large throw pillows, apparently from one of the couches, dropped onto the floor next to the tub. Then, as he craned his neck back, he saw a tray filled with food being placed next to them from the wheeled serving cart. Yuki had, most likely, bogarted from the server instead of having them set up the meal on the small dining table that the room provided.

"What are you up to?" Hiro inquired, as Yuki returned to the cart once more to grab the carafes of coffee and orange juice, placing them on the floor before he sat with cat-like grace on the pillows.

"If Mohamet won't come to the mountain, bring the mountain to Mohamet." was all Yuki said before he started feeding Hiro and himself the delicious breakfast along with the fresh fruit he had ordered.

Hiro happily sat back, allowing himself to be completely decadent and pampered by an unusually sweet Yuki, although Yuki did bitch a little through it. He grumbled something about lazy guitarists and how they should feed themselves. This totally contradicted his actions, since Hiro never asked him to do any of it; Yuki was just being Yuki, and Hiro knew none of his grumblings had any true anger attached.

Yuki continued to feed Hiro until he was full and the bath water had gone tepid. Afterwards he helped Hiro out and handed him a cup of coffee after he rinsed off, got a robe on and sat on one of the pillows next to Yuki.

"Thank you." said Hiro, taking a sip from the steaming cup as his eyes lingered on the novelist who was also drinking a cup of coffee. 'Black no sugar.' Hiro recited automatically, knowing exactly how Yuki took his coffee, among other things.

Things like how Yuki not only disliked celery, but also zucchini in any of his meals, how whenever he got extremely aroused or angry, his gold cat-like eyes would shift to an almost brassy version of there normal goldish hue. How he always snuggled after sex (even if it was only for a few minutes), how whenever he was about to come he would bite his lower lip to the point of drawing blood to keep himself from crying out and also - how he never left the suite first, he would only leave after Hiro.

Hiro thought at first that it was because Yuki had to check out afterwards, but soon dismissed that idea when he noticed an invoice from the hotel on the suites bar that clearly showed that Yuki had booked the room out for the remainder of the month. There were so many little details about the closed off author that ran rampant through Hiro's head until they were tripped up by one huge, glaring disparity...why on earth had that initial kiss happened. Hiro knew on his end why he allowed it, but why was it initiated by the other party sharing this current space. Hiro realized that he'd never wondered about that, he'd just gone along with the tsunami wave that was their situation without a single thought. 'Why did Yuki kiss me?' wondered Hiro, distractedly sipping his coffee.

Once they were done Hiro gathered everything up while Yuki went to the suites master bedroom. Hiro put the cushions back and pushed the cart out into the hallway where it could be picked up easily by the service staff, and then started to make his way back towards Yuki.

On his way, Hiro spied the box that held his new riding jacket and decided he wanted to take another look. While he was admiring the intricate design Hiro's eyes ran across the ring on his right pinky and a small smile of complete contentment flitted across his face. In the quiet inside the suite, Hiro's smile morphed into a confused frown when he heard the missed call alert from his phone, which was sitting on the bar. Hiro carefully put his jacket away and walked over to retrieve his phone, glancing towards the hallway that led to the suites bedrooms.

Yuki did not like for their short times together to be disturbed...by anything. He usually turned off his phone whenever they were here, but Hiro preferred to just put his on silent, just in case any emergencies occurred. Now picking up his phone Hiro saw that he had three missed calls, one text message, and three voicemail messages that came in the previous night while he was otherwise occupied. Still frowning Hiro went through the missed calls and saw one was from Suguru, another was from K and the last one was from Sakano. The voicemails were no doubt from each of them. Hiro thought of checking the text, but decided that he wanted to hear the messages first.

As Hiro checked the messages one by one the color slowly drained from his face and he was forced to sit down on the closest bar stool next to him as the messages all played in the order they were left. First was Suguru who just demanded Hiro's whereabouts and stated that Shuichi had an accident and was being rushed to the emergency room. Second was K's which was a command to call him followed by a multitude of gunfire and finally Sakano, who's message was so unintelligible that Hiro gave up halfway through.

After he was done, Hiro slowly placed the phone back on the bar, his heart twisting in his chest with a combination of worry heavily dosed with guilt. He needed to find out if Shuichi was okay, so he picked up the phone again and called Suguru and it went straight through to voicemail, same thing for K and Sakano, he didn't leave messages for any of them. Hiro already knew which hospital Shu was most likely in, since Tohma didn't allow his artists to be taken anywhere else. As Hiro placed his phone once again back on the bar he realized that his hands were shaking, something wet was dripping from his face and his breathing was becoming labored and harsh. 'I need to know if Shuichi is okay!' was the foremost thought in Hiro's head at the moment, maybe the only one entirely.

Hiro abruptly tore off running down the suites well appointed hallways towards the master bedroom to slam the door open, surprising Yuki who was sitting on the bed with his laptop open jotting down some ideas when Hiro burst in looking crazed. "Hiro?"

"Where's your phone?" Hiro asked as he reached Yuki's small overnight bag and began tearing through its contents. "Where is it? Where is it?" Hiro mumbled to himself as he searched blindly. 'The messages that were most likely left for Yuki might have more detail about what happened to Shuichi.' thought Hiro as his hand finally closed around what he was looking for desperately.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Yuki asked snatching the phone out of Hiro's grasp after leaving the bed.

"STOP!" Hiro yelled, lunging for the phone as Yuki tried to restrain his reaching hands.

Yuki didn't know what was wrong, but Hiro looked out of control and tears were running down his face. 'What the hell is going on with him?' wondered Yuki worriedly as he finally managed to grab Hiro's grasping hands, twisting him around and pinning him to the bed to try to calm him down and get some answers. "HIRO!"

"STOP! YOU HAVE TO TURN YOUR PHONE ON?" Hiro practically begged, twisting and writhing in Yuki's grasp.

"Why?"

Suddenly Hiro stilled, his chest heaving slowly, his eyes losing some of their desperation, but quickly being replaced with heart breaking sadness. "Shu's hurt. He's being taken to the emergency room."

"What? How do you know?"

"Suguru left me a message, along with K and Sakano. They didn't leave a lot of information - maybe Tohma left you a message. I just need to know if he's okay." Hiro finished in a distressingly quiet tone.

Without answering Yuki released Hiro and sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. Turning his phone on Yuki immediately went into his voicemail where there was a new message waiting from Tohma.

-Yuki please contact me as soon as you receive this. Shindo has injured himself and has been rushed to Nakatomi general. Apparently Shindo was taking the southern stairwell; it seems in the midst of texting he managed to lose his footing. He was discovered by Mr. Winchester unconscious and from what I'm told that is still his status as... -

Abruptly Yuki felt the bed next to him shift and looked up to see Hiro leaving the room at a full run, hair flying wildly as he made his flight from the room. Throwing his phone on the bed, Yuki ran out after Hiro.

Yuki reached the living room to see Hiro sitting on the floor in front of the bar, his phone held limply in his left hand while his right was covering his face as he murmured something brokenly.

"Hiro?" called Yuki, coming to stand in front of him.

Hiro looked up at Yuki with a face so filled with sorrow and guilt that Yuki felt his breath stop in his throat and the backs of his eyes started to sting.

"It's my fault." Hiro choked out, his voice cracking on the last word despondently.

"I doubt it." Yuki disagreed trying to sound annoyed and coming up short.

"It's true." Hiro stated handing Yuki his cell phone with the open text from Shuichi that read:

- Hey Hiro,

Didn't feel like taking the day off and I was wondering if you could drop off the updated music sheets you were working on.

S.

"He was texting me when he fell and I was here with you without a care in the world like a complete and utter idiot!" Hiro stated, his voice becoming somewhat hysterical. "I have to go! I have to go NOW!" Hiro stated getting up with a determined look on his face.

"No." Yuki stated coming to block Hiro's path.

"Excuse me?" Hiro asked in utter shock. 'Yuki couldn't be trying to keep me from seeing Shu. Is he that cold blooded that he doesn't even care about what's happened to Shuichi?' wondered Hiro as he looked at Yuki's emotionless mask and waited for an answer.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be riding your bike right now. We'll take my car and come get your bike later." Yuki declared as he walked back the way they came.

Watching Yuki walk away for a moment longer, Hiro bent his head and followed in silent acquiescence.

Soon they were flying down the highway at what Hiro knew to be way above the legal speed limit. He was torn between being happy that Yuki was unconsciously showing his concern for Shuichi, but at the same time fighting the green eyed monster as it ate at his conscience.

Upon reaching the hospital, Yuki parked illegally – of course – and both he and Hiro rushed into the hospital to the fifth floor room Thoma had given Yuki in his voicemail message. When they turned the corner towards Shuichi's private room Hiro looked to his left when he heard someone call out his name.

"HIRO! Where have you been, and why are you with Yuki?" inquired K, for once not brandishing a weapon. Hiro didn't think that even being in a hospital could quell that urge of K's. It could be the fact that Tohma Seguchi was sitting right next to him though.

"He's not with me." interjected Yuki coldly.

This reply caused Hiro to glance at Yuki quickly and then turn back to K.

"How's Shu doing?"

"He doesn't seem to be in any danger, but he's still unconscious." answered Tohma, still seated on the plush waiting room couch.

"Can I see him?" asked Hiro anxiously.

"The doctor's are in with him now. We can go in soon." answered Suguru as he entered the waiting room with a tray of coffee cups.

"Hey Suguru."

"Coffee?"

"No thanks."

"Yuki?"

"…."

"O-kay." Suguru replied when the author just raised an eyebrow at him after he offered the most likely instant, machine vended coffee.

Feeling awkward just standing next to Yuki and fighting the urge to touch him, Hiro finally sat down on the couch next to Suguru, while Yuki just leaned against the adjacent wall.

After about a half-hour, a doctor walked into the waiting room.

"Doctor." Tohma greeted as everyone stood in anticipation.

"He's still unconscious. We're a little concerned because we believe that Mr. Shindo should be awake by now, but he doesn't seem to be showing any signs of regaining consciousness. We've run a few tests, we've got some results back, but we're still waiting on some others for confirmation."

"Confirmation of what?" asked Hiro worriedly.

"I'm not sure yet. We need the other test results."

"Doctor , please." Said Tohma, his tone meaning in no uncertain terms that the doctor should elaborate on pain of death.

"Unfortunately there may be a small chance that your friend might have a small growth that we discovered when we were running the C.T. scan for his head trauma. It may be nothing, but we're not sure yet."

"Growth?" Hiro whispered, before his legs went out from under him, dropping him down to the couch. Looking up a Yuki, Hiro could see that the color had drained from the author's face, in alarm as the author stood across the room with his hands at his sides, unmoving.

Hiro wanted to run over to him so badly and wrap his arms around him to comfort and be comforted by Yuki, but that would be the worst thing he could ever do in this situation. So he just sat on the couch and waited with everyone else…..and prayed.

What Hiro didn't notice in his state of shock was the curious way K was watching both he and Yuki. K had noticed that both men carried the scent of the same shampoo…or was it bath gel... and also the fact that they arrived together despite Yuki's contradiction. Most curious was the fact that Hiro was in the same clothes as when he last saw him - yesterday.

Yuki on the other hand noticed everything and wondered how much Hiro's lunatic manager had already figured out…this was not the time for things to start to fall apart. Yuki settled in for a long worry filled wait.
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