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On the Street of Dreams

Written by: chochowilliams

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary:�
AU.� What was supposed to be a
one-night stand, changes their lives forever.

Chapter summary:� Now that he has him in his arms again, he was
never going to let him go.

Warning: shouta, angst, drama, romance, m-preg,
language, m/m, hentai, OC, OOC

Inserts:� --

A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� I would like to thank RRW,
Acherona, sun�s and stars for your reviews.

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(Last Time)

Shuichi
slowly walked over to his brother.� Yuji
and Hiro left shortly after his parents.�
He was still troubled over the conversation he had with his mother.

��

�Come on,
Shu.� Let's get out of here.� It's getting late,� Ryuichi called out to his
little brother.

Shuichi
blinked and lifted his head.� �Huh?�� His eyes widened.� �Shit!�
What time is it?�

Tatsuha
glanced at his watch.� �Just about eight,
why?�

�Fuck!� I gotta go!��
He took off across the parking lot.�
He had to get to the corner and fast.

�Shuichi,�
Ryuichi called after him.� �Where're you
going?�

Shuichi
stumbled, but did not slow down.�
�Uh�� What could he say that
would please his overprotective brother?�
�Going to hang out with a friend!�

�Don't stay
out too long!� Be sure to call!�

Shuichi waved
his brother's concern aside as he vanished out of the lot and tore down the
street, weaving and darting in and out of the light throng of people.

The street
seemed to stretch out before him and go on forever.� No matter how long he ran, the corner never
seemed to get any closer.� Finally, after
what seemed like forever, Shuichi came to the light at the end of the
tunnel.� Skidding to a halt, Shuichi
stood at the street corner like he had been instructed.� He doubled over with his hands on his knees
and panted heavily.� Gulping, he took a
deep breath and slowly exhaled as he tried to slow his racing heart.

Straightening,
he glanced around the intersection.� He
loosened his tie and undid the top few buttons of his shirt.� He did not see Eiri or his car.� Was he early or was he already too late?� Had he missed him?� God, let him be early!� He had been given another chance, a second
opportunity here.� If he blew it, he
would never forgive himself.� Squinting,
he gazed down the street and thought he saw a familiar looking black car
heading his way.� Shuichi's heart
fluttered in his chest.� He bounced
slightly in anticipation with a huge smile on his face.� Thank God, he had not missed him!

Suddenly, the
hair on the back of his neck stood on end.�
He tensed as he sensed someone approaching him from behind.� Before he could do anything, arms encircled
his waist and pulled him none-too-gently backwards to a muscular chest.

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Chapter
10: The Second Chance

�I heard,� whispered a deep voice in his ear, �you got
yourself a new guy and,� a hand slid down Shuichi's abdomen, �that you got
yourself pregnant.�� The other hand slid
down to Shuichi's thigh.� �Is that true?�

Shuichi was frozen.�
He could not move.� He could not
speak.

�Ya know I don't like the idea of sharing you with
another guy.�

Gulping, Shuichi managed to stutter nervously,
�T-Taki��

�I never said anything to Kizou because well, ya know,
he's the boss man.� He could ring my neck
with his pinkie.�� He held up his finger
to emphasize his point.� Securing his
hold once again, he leaned his chin on Shuichi's shoulder.� �So�is it true?� Did a one night stand create a little
Shuichi?�

�N-no,� Shuichi stammered.� �I-I was d-drunk.�� He regretted it as soon as it left his mouth.

Taki stood up and draped an arm around the boy's
shoulders.� �Drunk, huh?�� He scratched his cheek.� �Ya know it's impossible to lie while intoxicated.� People's true nature comes out when they're
drunk.� Or so they say.�

Shuichi gulped, thinking fast.� �I-I�I�It was w-wishful thinking.�

�Wishful thinking, huh?�� Taki thought about that.� He nodded.�
�I guess that makes sense.�� His
free hand cupped Shuichi's chin.� His
fingers stroked Shuichi�s cheek gently.�
�Seeing as you're not loved by even the members of your own family, the
idea of making your own that will has got to be pretty appealing.�

That hurt because it was true.� Shuichi had been thinking the very same thing
last week.

Taki dropped his hand from Shuichi's face and laid
both of his hands on the boy's abdomen.�
�Ya know, if you are pregnant, it could be mine,� he whispered in
Shuichi's ear.

A shudder ran down Shuichi's spine.� The idea of carrying this creep's child
disgusted him, even though the older man was right, just the hand that was
slowly creeping down his abdomen.�
Without thinking, he snatched Taki's hand that was just shy of his
crotch and elbowed him in the gut with his other arm.�

Taki grunted as the wind was knocked out of him and
doubled over in pain.� His hold loosened
as he staggered backwards.�

Shuichi stepped away from Taki and glared hatefully at
the man.� �Don't touch me,� he
hissed.� �You have no rights to me
anymore!�

��

Neither one was certain who was more surprised with
his sudden and unexpected outburst.

Taken back, Taki blinked.� Only once before in the year he has known
this boy had Shuichi ever stood up to him and that was last week right before
Kizou banned the boy from the �compound�.�
Shuichi, maybe, struck him once since they meet, which happened when he
had forcibly taken the boy that first night.�
This would be the second time.� He
had to admit he liked the boy's spunk, but he could do without the
attitude.� He scowled angrily as he got
his wits about him.� He straightened,
rubbing his sore stomach.� �Why you
filthy little�� He raised his hand and
brought it back.� �I'll teach you to
smart off to me!�

Shuichi gasped, his eyes widening in fright.� He squeezed them closed and turned his head
aside as his body prepared itself.

Taki swung his hand down but suddenly found it
restrained by a vise-like grip.�
�Huh?� What the�?�� He glanced behind him and came face to face
with a pale, blond man hiding behind a pair of dark sunglasses.� �Who the hell are you?� Let me go!��
He tugged futilely against the impenetrable hold on his wrist.

Shuichi pried open an eye to see what was going on and
gasped.� �Eiri!� he cried out in
surprise.

Taki glanced at Shuichi and then back at his
captor.� A smile tilted his lips.� �So, you're the new guy, huh?� he asked
slyly.� He gave Eiri the once over and
scoffed with a sniff.� What was so special
about this guy?� He did not even appear
to be Japanese.� If anything, he looked
Caucasian.� He was tall, had a fair
complexion, smelled like stale cigarettes and had this cold, hard look to
him.� How could his Shuichi fall for
someone like this when he had him, Taki Aizawa, tall, dark and handsome?� �How does it feel to know you have spoiled
goods?� he hissed into the man�s face.

Eiri growled.�
His scowl deepened.� He had no
idea who this guy was but he hated the sight of him already.� He twisted Taki's arm and forced it behind
his back.� Ignoring the man's hisses and
small yelp's of pain, Eiri brought the guy around and smashed him face first
into the nearest building.

Shocked at the brutality, Shuichi gasped.� His hands flew to his mouth.� He watched with wide-eyed horrific
fascination as Eiri wrenched Taki's arm farther behind his back.� Eiri acted more like a Yakuza than Kizou did
and Kizou had been born and raised into the business.

Eiri leaned forward until his lips rested against
Taki's ear.� �Touch him again and you're
a dead man,� he hissed.� Shoving Taki
into the building, Eiri let him go and backed away.

Shuichi raced forward and latched onto Eiri�s arm,
half-hiding behind him.

Taki turned around, favoring his sore arm.� He glowered at the couple.� �I won't forget this,� he promised.

The stoic writer slipped off his sunglasses and took a
menacing step forward.� His golden hazel
eyes bore coldly into the dark, angry eyes of the other singer.� �You come near him, speak to him, come into
contact with him in any way, shape or form and I.� Will.�
Kill.� You.�

That got Shuichi's attention.� Blinking, he let go of Eiri and stared at him
in shock.� Was it possible to be
terrified and turned on at the same time?

Taki paled.

Eiri grabbed Shuichi�s hand and dragged him to the car
as he slipped his sunglasses back on.�
�Get in,� he ordered.

Shuichi raced around the black car and flung himself
into the passenger seat as Eiri slid calmly behind the wheel and started the
engine.� He peeled away from the curb
before Shuichi had a chance to put on his seat belt and swung into traffic with
such force that it threw Shuichi across the front seat, spilling him into
Eiri's lap.�

Eiri threw him an irritated look.

Blushing, Shuichi sat back in his seat.� �Sorry.��
He put on his seat belt, glanced at Eiri out of the corner of his eye
and felt his heart drop.� Was Eiri angry with
him?� Had he done something wrong?� Dropping his head, Shuichi stared at the bag
in his lap.� �Thank you�for what you did
back there.�

Eiri said nothing.�
Instead, he pressed a button on the door arm and the locks in the car
clicked simultaneously.� He then switched
on the air conditioning.� Immediately,
cold air blasted out of the vents.� The
temperature dropped instantaneously.

Shuichi turned with a sigh to stare out the
window.� Guess Eiri was not feeling very
talkative, he thought.� He did not like
it when people ignored him and also did not like the idea that he might have
done something to upset his lover.� Tears
blurred his eyes and his throat clogged with tears.� Maybe this had been a bad idea.

Slowing as a light turned red, Eiri grabbed his pack
of cigarettes from the middle console and clamped a cigarette between his
lips.� Lighting it, he cracked open the
driver's side window.� �Who is he?� Eiri
demanded unexpectedly.� He blew a thin
stream of smoke out the window.

With the threat of tears his eyes, Shuichi turned to
look at him in confusion.� �Huh?� Who?�

�That guy back there.�
Who was he?� What did he mean by
�spoiled goods'?��

Hearing the blatant jealousy in Eiri's voice, Shuichi
was thrown at first, but then a smile creeped across his face.� Was that why he was so angry?� Because he was�jealous?� The heavy veil of depression that had settled
over him lifted.

��

Eiri growled, �Who was he?�

His smile wilted and died.� Shuichi had a feeling this would come up
eventually.� He turned to stare out the
passenger door window, but did not see the cityscape flying by.� Resting his elbow on the door, he pillowed
his cheek on his knuckles.� �Taki Aizawa,
lead singer of ASK,� he said softly in an even, matter-of-fact tone.� �I met him a year ago at Kizou's place.� Bastard is a fucking leech.� Wouldn't leave me alone.�

�Who's Kizou?� Eiri asked around his cigarette as the
light turned green.

�The boss.�

Eiri raised an eyebrow in question.

�Drug lord, ammunition and weaponry specialist and
pimp.�

Startled, Eiri shortly lost control of the car and his
cigarette dropped into his lap.�

Shuichi gasped and grabbed hold of the door handle,
growing pale and the car swerved drunkenly across the road.�

Cursing, Eiri swerved the car back into the proper
lane, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car.�
He grabbed the cancer stick that was burning a hole in his expensive
leather seats.� He crushed it out in the
ashtray and brushed the ashes onto the floor.�
�Excuse me?� he demanded.

��

Shuichi blushed.�
�I was his�lover,� he admitted.�
�In exchange, I would get access to any of the drugs I wanted and the
others were supposed to leave me alone because I was�the boss's property.�� He sighed.�
�Of course they didn�t listen to him, but they were usually more
discreet, gentle�treated me real nice.�
They usually bought me things, protected me...�� Shuichi smiled softly.� �Didn�t want the boss to cut off their
balls�Then there is Taki...�� Shuichi
shuttered.� �That first night, when Kizou
ran out to meet with a client�� His
voice cracked.� Clearing his throat, he
started again.� �When Kizou ran out to
meet with a client, Taki came into the bedroom, drunk, and�he, uh�he�� Shuichi voice dropped away into sobs as his
eyes stung with tears.� Just remembering
that first night, Taki's sour breath on his neck, those sweaty, calloused hands
touching, poking, squeezing, and his heavy body on top of his, his loud grunts
filling the room�It made Shuichi's stomach churn.� He put a hand over his stomach and took deep,
even breaths to try to calm him down.

Eiri cursed soundly, gripping the wheel tightly until
his knuckles turned white.

Shuichi took a deep breath.� �Kizou somehow found out, but I was
afraid�and�I told him it was�consensual.�
When Taki realized that I wouldn't squeal and that I wouldn't fight him,
it became a regular thing.� It didn't
matter if I was in the mood or not.�

Eiri yanked the wheel hard to the left, which caused
Shuichi to ricochet across the seat and into the passenger door.� Shuichi picked himself up as the older man
snapped furiously, �Of all the stupid, fucking, asinine�Why'd you lie?� Why the fuck did you let that asshole do that
to you?!�

Shuichi did not have an answer to that question.� He stared at his clasped hands in his lap.

Eiri slowed and turned into the garage at his
apartment building.� He pulled into his
parking spot and shutting the car off, turned in his seat to look at the
boy.� He wanted to ring his scrawny
little neck!� How could he be so stupid?� If he had known this earlier, he would not
have stopped with shoving that asshole from ASS into the side of the
building.� He would have fucking killed
the bastard.

�I told Kizou about you last week,� Shuichi admitted
quietly, in an attempt to lighten the mood.�
�He got angry and tossed me out, told me never to return.�� He conveniently neglected to mention exactly
why.� He decided to let Eiri think that
he was dumped by Kizou because of him.�
The alternative was something he did not want to even think about.

�Good.� I don't
want you hanging out with those perverted fucks.�

Shuichi blinked at the possessive tone.� Eiri took the keys out of the ignition and
stepped out of the car, leaving a brightly smiling Shuichi behind.� Undoing his seat belt, Shuichi grabbed his
bag from the floor and raced after the blond writer.� �Eiri, wait up!�� He caught up to the older man just as the
elevator pinged and the doors slid open.

Eiri grabbed Shuichi�s arm and tossed him inside.� Shuichi tripped and stumbled into the metal
box, running into the back wall.� Eiri
marched in behind him and flipped him around.�
Pinning him to the back wall, he kneed the boy's legs apart and captured
his lips.� He forced his tongue into
Shuichi�s mouth without any preamble.� At
first surprised, Shuichi could only stand, staring wide-eyed at the closed
elevator doors over Eiri�s broad shoulders.�
Then he started to relax.� He
kissed Eiri back.� Shuichi wrapped his
arms around Eiri's neck.� Eiri's hands
moved to Shuichi's hips and brought the boy's small, tight body against his,
forcing Shuichi onto his toes.� They ate
at each other's mouths as if they were being given their first taste of food in
months.

Panting, their chests heaving, Eiri pulled away.� �Get it?� he breathed, staring into the boy's
beautiful violet eyes.

Shuichi looked back at his lover, trying to catch his
breath.� He licked his lips and nodded,
unable to speak over the rapid beating of his heart.

Eiri smirked and ran a hand over the boy's cheek.� He gave him a quick peck on his swollen lips
and turned to press the button for his floor.�
He felt small arms slide around his waist and an equally lithe body
spoon him from behind.� With a tiny side
smile, Eiri laid a hand on the boy's clasp hands over his stomach.

When the elevator pinged, announcing they had arrived
at their designated floor, Shuichi reluctantly let Eiri go and stepped
aside.� The couple came face to face with
an elderly couple when the doors opened.

�Good evening,� the elderly man and woman greeted with
a nod.

Shuichi started to return the greeting, but Eiri
grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and pulled him after him out of
the elevator and down the hall.� Shuichi
stared at their linked hands and then at Eiri, blushing deeply.� Halfway down the hallway, Eiri stopped in
front of a door and dropped Shuichi's hand.�
Shuichi frowned in disappointment.�
His hand felt suddenly cold.� Eiri
unlocked the apartment door and flinging it open, waved Shuichi inside ahead of
him.� The teenaged singer stepped into
the foyer and toed off his shoes.� As
Eiri stepped inside the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him,
Shuichi decided to have a look around.�

He stepped through the nearest door and realized he
was in the living room.� It was sparsely
furnished with white walls.� The only
adornment was a rather large picture of colored interlocking shapes.� Shuichi thought it was ugly.� What he did like was the sliding glass doors
that overlooked the Kyoto
cityscape.� It was a breath taking sight.

��

Eiri stepped into the living room and stood in the
shadowy threshold watching his young lover.�
He felt his body tighten in need and his heart lurched as the setting
sun cast a red glow upon the boy.�
Pushing out of the doorway, Eiri silently strode across the room.� He loosened his tie and tossed it aside along
with his suit coat.� Undoing the top few
buttons of his shirt, he stood behind Shuichi and wrapped his arms around the
boy's waist.� Leaning his chin on the
boy's head, they watched the sun slowly slide below the horizon, but soon Eiri
got bored with watching the sunset.

Straightening, he slid his hands to the singer's
hips.� Lightly, his hands traced up the
boy's sides, tickling his ribs.

Shuichi gasped.�
Closing his eyes, he let out a shaky breath.� He relaxed into the light, sensual touch.

Eiri's hands ran up Shuichi's shoulder blades to his
shoulders and down his arms.� Gently, he
turned the boy around and cupped his face.�
He leaned down and kissed him with just a feathery press of lips, his
body carefully not touching his.� Pulling
back, he raised his head and studied the boy as Shuichi�s eyes fluttered open
and focused up at him.� Eiri saw utter
trust on his face.� He was not sure if he
felt fully comfortable with someone throwing caution into the wind like that,
but he would be damned if he let this opportunity to take his young lover again
pass him by.

He pulled Shuichi to him roughly and devoured his
mouth, taking possession of the warm, damp cavern.� His hands groped the boy's behind, holding
him tightly against his hard body.�
Shuichi moaned into Eiri's mouth as he wrapped his arms around his neck,
pulling him closer.� Eiri picked the boy
up, one hand cupping his butt and the other splayed in the middle of his
back.� Shuichi wrapped his legs tightly
around Eiri's waist, wiggling his hips against the bulge pressing into
him.� He had never wanted something so
much in his life.� Eiri kissed a trail
from Shuichi's mouth along his jaw and down to his neck as his hand teased the
band of his pants.� Giggling, Shuichi
squirmed under the touch.� Eiri shoved
Shuichi into the nearest wall, causing the boy to grunt in reaction.� He peeled open the boy's pants and ran a hand
lightly over the bulge that tightened Shuichi's boxer shorts.

�I want you,� Shuichi whispered huskily as he captured
Eiri's lips.

Eiri ate Shuichi's mouth, kissing him as if he were
trying to climb down his throat.� He
released Shuichi's lips and laid two fingers against the boy's swollen, lush
pink lips.� He pried open the singer's
mouth and stuck his fingers in.� Shuichi
sucked on them, licking them as if they were candy.� Pulling his fingers out, Eiri slid his hands
under the waistband of Shuichi's underwear and circled the boy's opening.� Shuichi hissed then groaned, burying his face
in the crook of Eiri's neck as first one and then two fingers were thrust into
him.� He nipped his lover's neck,
tightening his hold as Eiri continued to prep him.� Shuichi moaned into Eiri's neck.� He tossed back his head, exposing his neck
and cried out as Eiri's fingers thrust deeply into him, hitting his sweet spot.

�Eiri!� Please!�

The apartment was filled with the boy's loud moans and
cries of ecstasy.� His begging made Eiri harder
then before, causing his pants to become uncomfortably restrictive.

Eiri growled and pulled his fingers free.� Shuichi pouted in disappointment.� Eiri pried his human koala off him and set
him on his feet.� He flipped Shuichi
around who in turn placed his hands against the wall.� Eiri then grabbed the boy's pants and yanked
them down.� Shuichi yelped in
reaction.� Freeing himself, Eiri pressed
himself inside of his lover.� He pinned
Shuichi to the wall, sliding inside him one tight inch at a time until he hit
the end then slowly withdrew until he was barely inside.� He thrust back in; losing himself as he
quickly found his rhythm and quickened his pace.

�Harder,� Shuichi ordered in a voice that did not
sound quite like his own.

Eiri did not question the boy.� He thrust into his young lover with
everything he had, ripping a scream from him.�
He drove into Shuichi fast and hard, leaving the boy gasping as he
pounded into him and moaning when he withdrew.�
Shuichi uttered small, helpless noises and words of encouragement to his
blond lover that turned Eiri on.� He
smashed himself into Shuichi like a madman, his balls slapping against the
boy's rear.

There was nothing but the hypnotic sensation of Eiri
thrusting into Shuichi, filling him.� The
feeling of fullness swelled up inside of him until it exploded, spilling out of
his mouth in a shout.� He spasmed between
the wall and Eiri as his seed shot out and coated the wall.� Seconds later, Eiri followed, his hips
thrusting into Shuichi's butt one last time.�
He grunted as he came, releasing his seed inside his young lover.

Still inside him, Eiri held Shuichi tightly against
the front of his body and together they slid to the floor.� Shuichi rested his head back against the
writer's shoulders.� Both men sat quietly
while they tried to catch their breath and slow their heart rates.

Eiri kissed the side of Shuichi's head, tightening his
hold on the boy.

Shuichi ran his hands slowly and lightly over Eiri's
arms.� He sighed happily, and closed his
eyes with a smile.� If this was not
Nirvana, he did not know what was.

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The apartment was as silent as a tomb and as dark as a
moonless night in the country.

Silently, Shuichi sat up and tossed aside the
covers.� Swinging his legs over the side
of the bed, he glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping male snoring softly
besides him.� Smiling, he fingered the
writer's soft blond tresses.� He trailed
his fingers over the wide, broad shoulder and down his muscled arm.� This was something he could definitely get
used to.

Shuichi reached out blindly and searched for his
clothes.� Finding them, he slipped on his
pants and stood up.� Creeping without a
sound out of the bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind him, he walked
down the hall and picked up his bag.� He
then walked into the living room.

Flicking on the light, he plopped down on the large
L-shaped sofa and folded his legs underneath him.� Shuichi reached into his bag and searched for
his phone.� He found his notebook with
all his lyrics in it, his makeup case, wallet, empty wrappers, keys, and a comb
and buried at the bottom was where he found his cellphone.

The LCD screen claimed he had half a dozen new
messages.� A quick look at the header
told him he had left his phone on silent mood.�
That would explain why he had not heard it ring.� He also needed to recharge it.� Again, he searched his bag and several
frustrated minutes later found his adapter.�
Plugging it into the bottom of his phone, he searched for a power
outlet.� Finding one in the corner, he
plugged it in.� A picture of a battery
and the bold word �charging� flashed on the screen.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he checked his
messages.� The first one was from Ryuichi
from the night of the battle wondering where he was.� The second one was again from his brother, an
hour later.

Shuichi chuckled.�
Can you say, �Overprotective�?

The third was from Kizou wondering if he was going to
stop by and asking how the battle went.�
The forth one was from Taki, leeringly wondering if he would stop
by.� Shuichi could not suppress a
shudder.� The fifth one was from,
surprisingly, his mother timidly asking if he was staying with his brother and
�to be good� and not to �cause Ryuichi too much trouble�.� The sixth one was from Kizou, an hour after
he kicked him out of the �compound�.� He
claimed he was sorry for what happened, but that it was all for the best.� The last one was from Ryuichi from earlier
this evening wondering �where the hell� he was.

��

Sighing, Shuichi dialed his brother's number and
prayed that it was Tatsuha that answered and not Ryuichi.� After half a dozen rings, a groggy voice
croaked out a sleepy hello.� �Tatsuha?�

�Shuichi,� his brother-in-law said in a firmer
voice.� �Where the hell are you?� Do you have any idea how late it is?�

�Uh, yeah,� Shuichi blushed, scratching his head
sheepishly, �I'm sorry.�

There was a sigh over the line.� �Where are you?�

�I'm, uh�� He
could not tell him the truth.� Tatsuha
would tell Ryuichi and Ryuichi would have a cow.� Even if Eiri had been sixteen instead of
twenty-two, there was no way in bloody hell Ryuichi would allow him to stay
over his boyfriend's house.� ��still at
my friend's house.�

�A friend, huh?��
Tatsuha did not sound like he believed him.� Shuichi gulped nervously.� �Which friend?�

�Uh�� Think,
Shuichi, think!� �Y-you don't know
him.� I, uh, met him at the park l-last
week.�� Partly true.

�Okay�You know Ryu's been worried about you.� You were supposed to call earlier.�

�I know.� I'm
sorry.� I was, uh, busy.�� To say the least, he added with a dark blush
as he remembered all too clearly, why he had neglected to call sooner.

��

�Alright,� Tatsuha yawned.� �Call when you want to come home and we'll
pick you up.�

Shuichi eyes popped wide.� Panic surged through Shuichi.� There was no way in hell that was going to
happen.� It could not.� �N-no,� he cried.� �T-that's alright!� I'll have my friend drive me home.� D-don't worry about it.�

�Fine.� Do ya
want to talk with Ryu?�

Hell no, Shuichi thought.� �No.�
It's alright.�

�Alright.� Talk
to ya later, Shu.� �Night.�

�'Night.��
Flipping the phone shut, Shuichi sighed heavily and flopped backwards,
spread eagle.� �God, that was close.�

�As much as I hate to admit this-�

Shuichi's heart leapt out of his chest.� With a gasp, he flew up and twirled around to
see Eiri lounging in the doorway with a lit cigarette clamped between his
lips.� His hair looked as if he had put
his finger in an outlet and the right side of his face had crease marks.� �Jeeze,� he breathed a hand over his rapidly
beating heart.

�-my brother isn't stupid.�� A smile creased Eiri's face at the startled
reaction he got out of his young lover.�
�If he doesn't already know about us than he'll find out sooner or
later.�

Pale, Shuichi stared slack jawed at the writer.� �S-sooner or l-later?�� He hoped to all that was holy that that was
not the case.� Even if both Tatsuha and
his brother supported his relationship with the older man that did not mean
that everyone else would, especially if the police find out.� The last thing he wanted was to get Eiri into
trouble.� His vision blurred.� �Eiri!�

Eiri smirked.�
He loved that Shuichi worried about him, but he had to admit he had the
same fears.� He did not want to go to
jail or get into trouble either, but he loved the kid.� He had been infatuated with him for at least
a year, and did not want to lose him.�
Not now.� Pushing away from the
doorframe, Eiri crossed the living room towards him.� �I wouldn't worry.� If he knows what's good for him, he'll keep his
mouth shut.�

��

Shuichi's heart soared.� If Eiri could have hope, then so could
he.� �Eiri.�� Shuichi picked at some imaginary lint on his
pant leg, avoiding those gorgeous golden hazel eyes.

�Hm?�

�I�I love you,� he said in a rush.� His face flushed hot in embarrassment.

Eiri stopped dead, half way across the dimly lit
living room and stared wide eyed at the teenaged singer.� �What?�

�I love you and�I don't want�I don't want to-�

Kneeling down, Eiri cupped Shuichi's chin and forced the
boy to look at him.� �Stop it,� he
commanded gently but firmly.� �You're not
causing me any trouble, Shuichi.�

He was not too surprised that the older man could read
him so easily.� He has always been told
that his thoughts played across his face like a stage play.� �But-�

Eiri shook his head.�
�Shuichi, I'm with you because I want to be with you.�� He wiped at a stray tear that rolled down the
young singer's face.� �If I didn't care
about you then I never would have stopped to speak with you that night at the
park.� I never would have made love to
you and you would not be here now.�

With a sob and a bright smile, Shuichi threw himself
at the writer, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.� �I love you,� he cried.

Wrapping his arms around Shuichi's waist, Eiri hugged
the boy back.� I love you, too, he
thought.� Letting the boy go, Eiri stood
up and held out a hand to him.� �Now,
let's get back to bed.�

Shuichi slipped his hand within Eiri's warm one
and let the writer lead him back to the bedroom.

---TBC---

Preview:� �I Do Not Understand�

A/N:� Aw!�
Too cute!� But that Taki�!� Bastard!�
Hate his guts, but he will be back.�
Unfortunately.
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On the Street of Dreams (edited & revised)