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仁義	By : Kimmimaru Category: Gravitation > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12: Shinsen kidō (fresh start)

Ryuichi stood in Tohma's office, the president had his back to the room as he stared out through the window. "So, your spies tell you the Hei Shong have disbanded or returned to China?" He said slowly.

"Yes." Ryuichi replied. "Since you killed their boss they were forced to leave, our businesses are ours again."

"Excellent." Tohma turned and smiled softly at his friend who felt dread fill him. He tensed, readying himself for the order to return to America. "Now everything can return to normal..."

Ryuichi lowered his head. "I'll...pack my things then, shall I?" He asked.

Tohma frowned slightly then sighed. "It's been...good having you around again, Ryuichi."

"It's been good to be back." Ryuichi replied and lifted his head, he allowed his friend to see the pain in his eyes. "I'll miss you..."

Tohma stepped towards him. "You don't want to return?"

Ryuichi smiled bitterly. "I don't want to be anywhere that doesn't have you in it, Tohma."

"I...Regret sending you away..." Tohma said suddenly, Ryuichi's eyes widened slightly. "I forgot how much I enjoyed your company...but I...I couldn't stand to see you hurt again. Last time was one time too many. If you stay you're going to get hurt, it's inevitable, no matter how good you are..."

Ryuichi fought the anger that rose within him and lost. "I can't believe you!" He snapped. "How many times do I have to tell you? I am willing to die for you! My life is insignificant compared to yours! Forget about it and use me! Use me like you're supposed to! I am your shield...I cannot protect you from America...All I want is to be by your side!"

Tohma flinched slightly. "I know...I know what you want, but..." he sighed and turned away again. "I cannot always give it to you."

Ryuichi moved away and stood before the window, he pressed his fingers to the glass and frowned at his reflection. "You don't need to give me everything I want." He said slowly. "I never expected you to suddenly start to love me...I just want to be by your side." He saw Tohma's reflection as he drew close and stood behind him. "I know I'd be asking the impossible to ask you to love me...but as long as I can be given the chance to do my fucking job and protect you then that's fine. I can live like that...however, if I am forced to return to America...I will go, if you order me to."

"I..." Tohma began but they were interrupted by the door opening. He turned to see Sakano stood in the door way.

"Shacho, someone's here to see you...It's Yuki-San." He said softly.

Tohma sighed heavily and nodded. "Tell him to just come in." Ryuichi moved past his boss but Tohma stopped him by putting his hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to go..."

"I do...I said I'd meet up with Shuichi for lunch." He said and smiled weakly. "Just tell me when you want me to leave and I will." He turned and left the office. As he walked towards the lift he passed Yuki who was looking utterly depressed and he knew why Tohma was looking so stressed lately, he must be having great difficulty in handling the morose author. Their eyes met briefly and Ryuichi allowed fury to darken his eyes and he smiled, a tiny and very evil smile. Yuki glared back defiantly. "Boss is waiting." He said and walked past the blond.

Shuichi sat in the NG cafeteria, he had a cup of very strong coffee before him and he was yawning widely. Hiro sat at his side looking just as tired, they had been here all night working on songs. Suguru was muttering distractedly as he went through sheets of music, every now and again he would scribble something out or ask one of the others if this or that score was better than the others. Shuichi merely shrugged, too tired to even think.

"SHUUUUUUIIIIIICHIIIII!"

Shuichi sat bolt upright but hardly had time to even turn in his seat as he was bowled right out of it and onto the floor, he squeaked in shock and pain as he collided with the linoleum. "Sakuma-san!" He gasped.

"I said I'd meet Shuichi for lunch..." He cocked his head to the side as he looked down at the young singer, whose face was flushed slightly and his eyes glittering oddly. They watched each other in silence for a minute and Shuichi saw the brunet's serious side surface, his eyes narrowed and darkened as he slowly lifted his hand. Shuichi noticed his nails were painted a very dark red, he was wearing a torn up denim jacket and jeans that were so tight they should have been uncomfortable. A black bandanna swept hair from his face and his round sunglasses slipped off his nose slightly. Their eyes met and Shuichi saw that Ryuichi had used a deep blue eyeliner to enhance his eyes, making them bluer than ever. His heart almost stopped.

Ryuichi looked down at the boy beneath him, his purple eyes gazed up at him with that tiny hint of darkness that had been growing ever since he had been raped by Aizawa, the first time. His pink hair was messy and he wore a shirt that opened up at his throat and revealed a tantalising glimpse of his chest, a necklace surrounded his throat, more like a collar than anything else. His sleeves were rolled up and his jeans had tears in them and looked a bit too baggy to have been his, they were probably Hiro's. Ryuichi allowed a small smile to curve his lips and he saw Shuichi's eyes dart to them and he licked his own, a movement that sent unwilling chills down the brunet's spine.

Hiro watched all this with a raised eyebrow, while Suguru had dropped his papers and was staring with wide eyes as the tension in the room became almost physical. He bit down on his lip and looked around nervously, he wondered, and not for the first time, what Sakuma really thought about Shuichi. He was never convinced Ryuichi's motives towards the younger singer were entirely innocent, and the smouldering look in his eyes now confirmed Suguru's suspicions. But what would Tohma do? He shuddered to even think of the possibilities.

Shuichi took a sharp breath and broke the intensity of the moment. Ryuichi blinked, as if just waking from a dream before smiling again, only this time it was filled with childish innocence. He wrapped his arms around the young singer and released him after a moment before helping him to his feet. "What's Shuichi doing later?" Ryuichi asked, he clutched Kumagoro in his hands and he bounced slightly on the balls of his feet.

"Uh...I haven't got anything special planned...why?" Shuichi asked as he returned to his seat and sat down.

"Because Ryuichi has the day off." The brunet replied, Kumagoro's ear was in his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully. "Wanna do something fun?"

"Sure, why not?" Shuichi replied slowly, he was having trouble getting over being pinned to the floor by a man he had had rather sexy dreams about.

Ryuichi's smile lit up the room. "Yay! Did you hear that Kuma-chan? Shu-chan's spending time with us! Hey," he turned to the other singer. "Come round my house, we'll have a sleep over!" His smile was full of glittering innocence and Shuichi realised he was agreeing even before he'd even considered it.

Hiro forced himself not to smile, he knew Shuichi had always had a huge burning crush on Ryuichi, even before the kid had even realised it himself. Now Ryuichi was being even more friendly with him, they seemed comfortable around each other and they had rather a lot in common. He was a bit jealous at being pushed aside by Shuichi, but he was used to it and it was a very mild feeling compared to the affection he had for his friend. Hiro didn't deny that his feelings for Shuichi probably had the potential to go beyond friendship and brotherly love, if he allowed himself to he could so easily fall in love with him but he never let those feelings become a reality. He pushed it all aside and just enjoyed Shuichi's smile, although it was nothing to when he was with Yuki, it was better than it had been since the couple had broken up.

Shuichi stood before Ryuichi's door feeling suddenly nervous. It had taken him a while to build up the courage to leave the flat he shared with Hiro, now he was here he was having sudden doubts. What were they going to do? Why was Ryuichi suddenly wanting to spend as much time with him as possible? He pushed aside the questions and lifted his hand to knock, suddenly the door opened and he found himself facing Noriko. She looked shocked for a second before a bright smile spread across her painted lips. "Hello, Shuichi..." She said and her eyes saw the overnight bag he'd packed, she raised an immaculate eyebrow and turned to someone behind her. "You never told me you were expecting a guest!" She called.

"Hmm?" Shuichi heard soft footsteps and saw Ryuichi appear behind Noriko. His hair was elegantly messy, his torso bare revealing beautifully toned muscles and his bronzed skin. He wore a pair of lounging trousers on his lower half and his feet were bare. Between his fingers was a cigarette. The younger singer raised an eyebrow slightly at the sight, he had never even known Ryuichi smoked. He blew a cloud from his lips and smiled. "Shuichi, welcome." He said and Noriko stepped aside. "Come in..."

"I'm coming in." Shuichi mumbled as he noticed Noriko was dressed in low jeans, her hair done up in a rough pony tail and she appeared to be wearing one of Ryuichi's tank tops as it hung off of her small frame. He could hear music in the background, and removed his shoes, replacing them with the house slippers provided. Noriko smiled and shut the door behind him.

"I'll get you a drink, what do you want?" She asked as Shuichi followed Ryuichi down the small hall way.

"Uh..." Shuichi began.

"I think we have some alcohol somewhere..." Ryuichi muttered. "In the fridge I suspect."

Noriko laughed. "Your fridge is filled with nothing but beer and water."

"Oh...water will be fine, thanks." Shuichi said with a small smile.

Noriko returned it and shook her head. "Tonight we're having a little gathering, more like a party. Relax and have something a bit stronger."

Ryuichi turned back from where he stood at a door. "Yeah, we're partying tonight, Shu-chan." He said with that grin that sent shivers across Shuichi's skin and set his heart racing. "Nori-chan? When's Tohma getting here?"

"Uh...he said he'd be here in an hour or so." She said with a shrug. "Family business is holding him up."

"Oh." Ryuichi disappeared into the room where the music was coming from and Shuichi followed. "Well, this is my living room." He said and turned to take a good look at Shuichi, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly as his eyes scanned the smaller man. He looked nervous and his large eyes darted around, taking in the scenery. Ryuichi noticed he was wearing a shirt over a t-shirt, his baggy cargo pants sat low on his hips and he finally met Ryuichi's eyes. "So, take a seat." Ryuichi smiled, a bright and happy expression. "Tonight you're hanging with Nittle Grasper!"

Ryuichi's house was totally unexpected. It was neat, with clean surfaces and many pictures. Art work covered the walls along with posters from Nittle Grasper tours and even a few solo ones, many were obviously from his stay in America as they had English writing on them. He saw albums framed and put up beside the posters, each one platinum. Photographs scattered almost every available surface, many depicting Ryuichi with his band mates, but others with people Shuichi didn't know. While Ryuichi had disappeared off to talk to Noriko Shuichi took the opportunity to look at the photo's. He found one of an old man wearing rather traditional clothing, he was smiling and had his hand on the shoulder of two boys. One had messy brown hair and was obviously Ryuichi, the other was blond with blue eyes and Shuichi felt a jolt as he realised he was looking at a much younger Seguchi Tohma. He moved along and saw one of Ryuichi and Tohma on stage, Noriko was behind her keyboard with a smile on her lips while Ryuichi looked as if he was divesting Tohma of his clothes. One wall was taken up by a rather large television with a games console and stacks of games, a whole wall was dedicated to shelves of CD's and a massive stereo system sat beneath it. Shuichi moved through the room and found another door which he pushed open and saw a huge piano in the centre, guitars of varying makes stood against the walls along with amps and a few other instruments. A sketchbook lay open on the top of the Piano and Shuichi's curiosity got the better of him, he knew he shouldn't touch anything that wasn't his but he couldn't stop himself. He sat down at the piano seat and pressed a few keys, his fingers gliding across them easily. He hadn't lost the ability to play; on the contrary, he still played to help him write. He began to play, a tune he knew by heart as it was a Grasper hit and his favourite song of all time. As he played he sung softly to himself, losing himself in the music. The chords came so naturally he barely even thought about it, he could see the music on his mind. He was so lost he didn't even notice Ryuichi standing at the door and leaning on the frame, the singer was smiling as he watched his own song be played by the young singer. Noriko stood at his side and they smiled at each other, the music brining back memories.

"Oh! I thought it was you playing!" The voice made Ryuichi turn, he grinned at Tohma and pressed his finger to his lips. The president raised an eyebrow as his eyes slid to the pink haired boy at the piano, those purple eyes were closed and he swayed with the music, his voice hardly rising above the music. Yet, he filled it with passion. The song came to an end and Shuichi's fingers played out the last few notes before letting them die, he took a breath and heard clapping. His eyes widened and he stood suddenly. Ryuichi was smiling and Tohma was watching him with appraising eyes. "You certainly have improved." Tohma said slowly. "Your ability to imitate is still..."

"Eerie!" Ryuichi said in a soft voice. "It's like watching myself...gives me the creeps!" He giggled to show this wasn't a bad thing.

Shuichi flushed. "I-I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have..."

Ryuichi waved his hand, dismissing the comment. "Don't worry about it! Shuichi's just having fun!"

"Right, well, I'll put this in the fridge shall I?" Tohma asked.

"Yeah...what is it?" Ryuichi peered into the bag.

"Scotch." Tohma replied.

"Of course, only the best for the Oyabun." Noriko laughed.

Later they sat in a rough circle on cushions, Ryuichi was laughing and nearly spilt his drink. Noriko moved so she sat on the sofa behind him and she began plaiting his hair. Tohma leaned back on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling, he was thinking deeply. He didn't like the fact that Shuichi was there, it was almost as if someone was intruding on his private time with his family. The boy was a annoying, he seemed to be inserting himself into every aspect of the Presidents life and he hated it. His thoughts drifted lazily to Eiri, he sighed softly as he thought about the author. With the thoughts came the pain, as always. His eyes closed and he felt fingers in his hair, when he opened them he was surrounded by Noriko and Ryuichi, they embraced him tightly, sensing his distress even though he had said nothing. He noticed Shuichi had gone somewhere and relaxed into the warmth, he allowed a small smile on his lips and tangled his fingers into Ryuichi's hair. His eyes met those of the singers and he saw how dark they were, the pupils dilated from the amount he had drunk. Noriko sighed, her arms were wrapped around both their waists and her head rested on Tohma's shoulder. "I miss this." She muttered, her breath stirring the hair on Tohma's neck. "Why must we leave each other again?"

Ryuichi looked away, but not before Tohma saw the pain in those beautiful eyes. "Because we have jobs to do." He said bitterly.

"But...It's too much." Noriko muttered sadly. "We spend more time apart than we do together and it...it hurts."

Tohma closed his eyes. "What if..." He began slowly, hating himself for what he was going to say. "What if...I say it's alright for you to stay?" He felt Ryuichi tense.

"Y-You'd do that?" He breathed.

Finally Tohma opened his eyes and looked into those sapphire depths. He had an awful feeling he'd regret this decision but he couldn't go back now. "For you, yes."

Ryuichi's smile wiped away all his doubts. "Then order it." He said softly.

"I want you to stay in Japan...I'll send someone else over to deal with the operation in America."

"Tohma!" Ryuichi suddenly wrapped his arms around the shocked president and they fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. "I love you!" He said then regretted it. He looked into his bosses eyes. "Sorry..."

Tohma glared at him. "How many times have I told you? Don't speak those words!"

Ryuichi released him and lowered his head. "I'm sorry...boss." he said quietly.

Noriko shook her head and slipped free of their embrace. "I'm empty." She said and shook her can. "Anyone else need a refill?"

Ryuichi nodded and she disappeared into the kitchen. Shuichi returned and sat down on a cushion where he swayed drunkenly, he smiled when Ryuichi looked at him and Tohma suddenly wanted to order him out the house. He couldn't, after all they were in Ryuichi's house.

The night wore on and Shuichi found himself laughing more than he had done in a long while, Ryuichi kept him entertained and firmly away from Tohma, for which both were grateful. He ended up falling asleep before the others, he lay surrounded by cushions and Ryuichi smiled indulgently when he noticed. Tohma shot the sleeping boy a glare before regaining Ryuichi's attention by grabbing a handful of his hair and suddenly dragging him to his lips. Ryuichi gasped, his lips parting enough to allow Tohma's tongue to force its way between them. His body shuddered as he was pushed to the floor, Tohma moved from his lips to his throat and dragged his head back further. When he drew away Ryuichi was shivering with anticipation, his eyes bright and very dark. "You stay on one condition..." Tohma said suddenly.

"Anything." Ryuichi replied, his hands reaching for his boss.

"You let me use you...like this...whenever I want."

Ryuichi smiled seductively. "You don't need to order me to do that."

Tohma shook him roughly, eliciting a pained gasp from the singer as hairs parted with his scalp. "Listen!" he hissed. Ryuichi swallowed and nodded, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth bared slightly. "I don't want to see you looking at anyone else! I want you to only look at me with those eyes! Understand?"

Ryuichi's eyes opened slightly and stared up into Tohma's. Had he noticed the growing sexual tension between Shuichi and himself? "T-Tohma...! Ow!" He winced at the unexpected pain as Tohma yanked harshly on his hair again. He felt Tohma grind his hips against him and let out an uncontrolled choked moan, his body flaring with heat as he arched into the body above him. Pleasure and pain blended seamlessly as Tohma tugged on his earrings with his teeth and kept up an agonisingly slow pace with his hips. Ryuichi's fingers dug into the silk shirt Tohma was wearing and he swore loudly as desire coursed through his veins, setting flames throughout his body and making him tingle.

"If I find out you have had these hands..." He released Ryuichi's hair and took hold of his hands pinning them above his head. "...over somebody else, I'll make sure you regret it. You belong to me!"

Ryuichi arched his back and cried out loudly as Tohma ground his hips into him again. "Fuck yes!" he said loudly. "Anything! I'm yours! Mind, body and s-soul! Entirely...y-yours...Ah! Tohma!" The name came from him in a deep throaty moan, his eyes closed and he licked his lips slightly.

Heat built rapidly between them as Tohma continued his ministrations on Ryuichi's throat. He couldn't help the odd gasp that escaped his own lips in response to the singers wonton swearing and muttered groans. Ryuichi was swearing in English, a habit he had picked up in the States but one Tohma liked. Suddenly he pulled away and sat up, Ryuichi lay still for a second while he caught his breath. Finally he turned burning eyes to the president and smiled slowly, his chest was heaving and he had long scratches down it from Tohma's nails. His tongue flicked out and wet his lips as he sat up and crawled towards Tohma who watched him eyes that were little more than black pools from where his pupils devoured the irises. Ryuichi's fingers slid into the waist band of Tohma's trousers and easily flicked the button open, his eyes never left his lovers as he began running his fingers up and down Tohma's erection. He leaned in and placed a small kiss on the corner of Tohma's mouth, it was small and almost reverential. He was so happy about being allowed to stay, it filled him with joy and it felt as if nothing could bring him down!

As Ryuichi moved his lips down Tohma's neck and chest, opening buttons as he went, he heard a soft gasp and his head jerked up. Tohma hissed air through his teeth and both of them turned to see Shuichi, wide awake and wide eyed. Ryuichi flushed guiltily and made to move away, Tohma grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to his lips. He kissed the singer deeply making him groan heavily into the others mouth. He no longer cared about anything except relieving the intolerable ache in his groin.

Shuichi stared, he couldn't look away from the sudden display of domination. His mouth hung open stupidly. He had woken to hear groans and loud swearing, when he had opened his eyes he had been met with something he had expected to see in some kind of erotic dream. Apparently he wasn't dreaming. Both musicians were giving him a good view, he could see their tongues tangling in an opened mouthed kiss as Tohma pulled Ryuichi's head back with one hand while his free one grabbed Ryuichi's wrist. He felt heat flood his face and he tried to stand, his legs gave way beneath him and he fell with a soft 'oomph'. His head was spinning from the amount of alcohol he had consumed and he really wanted to leave but his eyes were constantly being drawn to the scene before him. He saw Tohma's hand massaging the bulge in Ryuichi's trousers while the singer shuddered and moaned loudly, this was almost too much for him. He decided to crawl away, not the most elegant form of escape but he had no other way out, his legs just refused to support him.

The friction was driving Ryuichi insane, he forgot that they had a pink haired voyeur and he almost forgot who and where he was. All that mattered were Tohma's talented fingers as they massaged him and the soft whisper of his name in his ear as he clung to his band mate. Pleasure swamped his senses and Tohma suddenly bit down hard on his shoulder, he threw his head back and pressed himself into Tohma's hand as white light filled his vision. He came with a heavy groan. "Tohma!"

Shuichi stifled a gasp and he fought the urge to turn his head just so he could see Ryuichi's face as he came. The room went quiet and he heard soft mutters and heavy breathing, suddenly someone spoke his name and he flinched.

"Shuichi."

"Uh..." he turned guiltily, his face crimson. Tohma was watching him, his eyes still dark from desire and small beads of sweat trickled down his neck and Shuichi couldn't stop his eyes from following the trail of one across that creamy skin and down between well toned muscles...He snapped back to reality and muttered a quiet apology as he averted his eyes.

Ryuichi, having recovered slightly, sat up and put and arm around Tohma's chest. He rested his head on his shoulder and ran his tongue slowly up his neck, his eyes never left the small pink haired singers and a tiny smile lifted the corners of his lips as he saw Shuichi swallow hard. He chuckled softly against Tohma's skin. Tohma smiled slightly. "Enjoying the show?" He asked softly. Shuichi didn't know what to say, the situation was far too surreal, his mind was scrambled by alcohol and the intense scene he'd just witnessed. His eyes met Ryuichi's and he saw that dark smouldering look enter his eyes again and Shuichi couldn't stop the tiny moan that left his lips. Tohma chuckled. "The show's only just starting..." He said with an evil grin.
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