Something In-Between

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor do I make any money from using the characters. But I keep forgetting that Kyosuke is mine.

NC-17

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Note: This chapter was given the Kri and AshCat, approval.

Two things you need to know about this chapter – one is this is “what is happening on the other side of the door” so it is somewhat repetitive. The second thing is, smut ahead.

Oh, and didn't I tell everyone that there will be more?

On with the epilogue and my sincere apologies to MM!

Something In-Between

Epilogue
Possession


Through this world I've stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word to find
The truth enslaved

Oh you speak to me in riddles
And you speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words keep me alive

And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after, I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear

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Shuichi’s eyes opened and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling until his memory engaged. Immediately he sat up and scanned the room.

“I’m right here,” the low voice rumbled. Eiri sat in a chair near the bed with his glasses on, a trashy bodice-ripper novel in his hand. Shuichi’s constant expectation of Eiri’s disappearance was starting to grate on the author’s nerves.

Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Shuichi stared at his lover for a few minutes as if he didn’t believe Eiri was actually present. The staring continued, becoming increasingly unnerving to Eiri and because his patience was already stretched so thin, he finally snapped and snarled, “What?”

“What?” Shuichi said back to him.

“You were staring at me.”

“So?”

“So, I assume you had something to ask me,” Eiri reached for his cigarettes while he waited for his lover’s answer.

“No,” Shuichi shook his head. “Nothing to ask you, I’m just watching you.”

Rolling his eyes Eiri said, “Do you want breakfast? I’m going to get coffee. I can bring back something other than hospital food for you.”

“Yeah, that would be good. I’m starved,” Shuichi nodded enthusiastically.

“You’ve been eating nonstop since yesterday,” Eiri shook his head.

“That’s because it doesn’t make me sick to eat anymore,” Shuichi grinned. “Who knew all it would take would be a few pills to get my appetite back!”

“I’d say it was a bit more than a few pills, and don’t get too excited, brat. You still have your cough and you still tire easily. You have a long way to go before you are completely irritating again.” Eiri cautioned.

“I know, but I am feeling a lot better!”

Leaning forward Eiri pushed the hair out of his lover’s eyes he said, “Now that your I.V has been removed, why don’t you take a shower? I should be back by the time you’re done.”

Nodding, Shuichi leaned forward and kissed him, “After we’re done with breakfast, maybe you can ask me the question you’ve wanted to ask me.”

“What?” Eiri actually looked startled for a moment. He’d forgotten already how easily Shuichi could read him.

“For a whole day you’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask me something,” Shuichi shrugged. “Why don’t you just ask?”

“Because I don’t want you to freak out,” was the quiet answer.

Well, Shuichi felt that was fair, he’d done more than his share of freaking out lately. Nodding he said, “Yeah, I can see that. Is it something I would freak out about?”

“Maybe,” Eiri hedged. “Just go take a shower.”

Shuichi exhaled, “Just ask the stupid question, Eiri.”

“I don’t think…”

“Just ask the fucking question! Holy gods, Eiri, when did you get to be such a pussy?” Shuichi snarled at him.

Watching as Eiri’s eyes narrowed, the singer realized he would now hear the question, whether he wanted to or not. “You need to go to a therapist!” Eiri snapped. “You have issues.”

Shuichi blinked at him as he played the words back in his head. Then he couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Are you serious?” Shuichi sputtered in-between his laughter. The laughter kicked his cough into action and for the next few minutes the singer coughed and laughed.

Eiri had his glare on maximum.

For some reason, that made Shuichi’s laughter even more uncontrollable, “Yuki Eiri telling me I have issues? Oh, Eiri, good one! You really had me going there. I thought you were serious for a moment.”

“I am serious,” Eiri snapped. “Look at you! You run away at the drop of a hat, you hit people, you have all kinds of…”

His laughter dissolved as Shuichi cut off the author saying, “Wait a minute, wait a minute here! You think I need counseling? You’re really serious about this?”

“Yes.”

“You are out of your freaking mind, Eiri!” Shuichi hissed. “I don’t need counseling. I’m fine. If anyone needs counseling, it’s you! And how dare you tell me I’m the one that runs away! I believe you are the reigning runaway king!”

“Okay, what about the hitting, or the anger in general?” Eiri growled back at his lover. “Or are you going to tell me that’s my problem, too?”

“Look, Eiri, I don’t need counseling,” Shuichi said lowly. “Now, I’m going to take a shower. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Maybe you should ask your friends what they think about therapy,” Eiri said to the vocalist’s back.

“Shut up, Eiri.” Shuichi shouted at him.

“Oh, great come back!” Eiri taunted. “Is that really the best you can do?”

Stopping, Shuichi turned to face Eiri again, fury etched on his features.

“You want to hit me, don’t you?” the author said as he raised an eyebrow.

“Tch,” Shuichi said dismissively as he turned again and headed for the shower.

Once he closed the bathroom door Shuichi picked up his shampoo and threw it across the small room. What a bastard! How dare Eiri tell him something as ridiculous as this! Shuichi needed a therapist? Like there was something wrong with him? Ha! And that Eiri felt he was qualified to say something so stupid made the singer absolutely furious.

Shuichi was angry? Shuichi? It had been Eiri that made him angry-- it was always Eiri that brought his anger to the surface. Wasn’t it?

Turning on the shower, Shuichi continued to fume over Eiri’s bizarre, crazy words. He needed counseling, now wasn’t that like the pot calling the kettle black? He was so…

“Hey!” Eiri said as he burst into the room.

“What?!” Shuichi whirled on him, his anger at him surging again.

“Could you at least think about it?” Eiri said with a teasing, determined sparkle in his eyes as he leaned forward and hugged his lover, his arms pulling the singer to him in a strong and surprisingly gentle way.

Shuichi sighed as he gave in and relaxed into the embrace, cursing his weakness. Damn it! Why did Eiri’s touch always have to feel so good? Why could he muddle Shuichi’s thoughts so easily? Before the singer realized what he was saying, he was agreeing to at least think about it.

Well, Shuichi thought with grudging acceptance, Eiri still knew how to work him to get what he wanted. Although Shuichi was confident that his will was much stronger than it used to be. There was a time when a kiss on the cheek would have had Shuichi agreeing to almost anything. Now all Eiri would get is an ‘I’ll think about it.’

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” Shuichi asked with a sigh as he broke away from Eiri.

Eiri scrutinized his lover closely, “How are you feeling?”

“I feel pretty good,” Shuichi answered. “I still have the cough, but you heard the Doctor. There’s not much they can do about that since it’s a viral infection. Just rest will help.”

“Well,” he sighed heavily, “I suppose fucking you doesn’t count as rest.”

Oh, but Eiri wanted his lover; Shuichi could see the hunger in his eyes. It had been several days now and Eiri wanted him very badly. Shuichi peeled off his hospital gown and the author watched him like a predator watches his prey. “Come on, Eiri,” the singer whispered to him and then nipped at his ear. “Don’t you want to have me in the shower?”

“Hey, brat, quit trying to manipulate me. Weren’t you told not to engage in any strenuous activity for a few days?” Eiri asked huskily as he grabbed Shuichi’s naked torso and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Mmm,” Shuichi said pressing himself against the taller man. He was hungry, too. “So I guess you’ll have to do all the work.”

“I always do, anyway,” Eiri answered as his hand traveled up to that enticing nipple ring.

“Oh, please,” Shuichi grumbled but pressed against his lover harder. Lust blossomed in him and it was all Shuichi could do to stop himself from humping Eiri’s leg. That overwhelming ache that was almost pain spread throughout the singer’s body and he whimpered.

“Very needy all of a sudden, aren’t you?” Eiri gauged Shuichi’s physical reactions perfectly as he gave the nipple ring a twist.

Shuichi was aware that Eiri was establishing his dominance by teasing him, but fuck it, the singer was horny, “Yes, Eiri. I’m very needy. I need you to fuck me raw right now!”

“Dirty talk even, mm. Although you do have that very cute blush going on,” Eiri smirked as he reached down and touched Shuichi’s erection through the fabric of his underwear. “Yes, you are needy.” Eiri removed his hand and turned his back to the singer as he headed out the door, “Too bad we can’t right now. I’ll be back in a while.”

“What?!” Shuichi shouted at his lover’s back. “Eiri, you fuck!”

Shuichi couldn’t believe it! First telling him that Shuichi needed therapy and then withholding sex? Eiri was truly pushing it with him and it was almost more than Shuichi could take. Stepping into the warm cascade of water, Shuichi momentarily considered jerking off. He was very horny, but he also couldn’t deny that what he really craved was his lover’s touch and damn Eiri, anyway! Perhaps it was time to step up the seduction. He wished his belly button piercing was ready to be played with, but he supposed he could use other avenues…

Eiri, on the other hand, had every intention of fucking his lover senseless after breakfast. There were a few problems to consider, however. The hospital staff walking in on them, for one. Eiri was certain he could sweet-talk the nurses into leaving them alone for a while, but what was the fun in that? The other problem to consider was whether or not Shuichi was really up for sex. He seemed to have plenty of energy, but Eiri really did not want to push his recovering lover too far. When it came to sex with Shuichi, Eiri had a shameful lack of control.

When Eiri returned, Shuichi was in bed and clad exclusively in his hospital gown. After breakfast, he asked for his usual glass of warm saline water in order to soak his piercing. Getting on his hands and knees, Shuichi positioned the glass over his navel, giving Eiri a peak at his naked ass. Rolling onto his back, Shuichi kept the glass tight to his skin upended it so that the water sloshed onto his piercing. Lying on his back, his gown pulled to one side, Shuichi was completely naked and nearly helpless as he kept the glass in place.

It was almost more than Eiri could stand. Taking advantage of Shuichi’s helplessness, he leaned over and kissed his lover, licking at his lips until Shuichi opened his mouth to grant Eiri’s tongue access. They both moaned with the contact, as if they had both been denied sex for years.

Breaking the kiss, Eiri nuzzled at Shuichi’s neck and then bit him.

“Oww! Watch it, Eiri,” Shuichi panted. “I’ll spill.”

Eiri could give a fuck if Shuichi spilled the water as he ignored his lover’s words and continued to suck on the bite mark he had just placed on Shuichi’s neck. Moving further down, Eiri bit Shuichi again and this time, Shuichi’s only response was a low moan of pleasure. Eiri was pleased with Shuichi’s obvious masochistic mood as he bit down harder, causing Shuichi to writhe gently beneath him.

Leaning back, Eiri admired the bites, they were red and purple and the most recent one still had the imprints of teeth around it. They would mark Shuichi nicely.

He gazed at his lover, Shuichi’s body was already flushed with desire and his cock was fully erect. Very needy. Eiri loved it when his lover was this easy. He was easy to tease and easy to make beg. Eiri leaned over again and bit Shuichi’s unadorned nipple.

“Oh, Eiri, yeah,” Shuichi moaned and then realized he still had the glass attached to himself. “Eiri, stop, I have to get this water glass off of me.”

Eiri stood up, his eyes nearly glowing with lust as he waited impatiently for his lover to finish with the care of his new piercing.

Shuichi rolled to his hands and knees and the water glass was removed from his belly and hastily set on the tray near the bed.

Just as Shuichi predicted, it was more than Eiri could take and the author pounced on him. Grabbing his lover’s naked ass, Eiri slid onto the bed and leaned over to sink his teeth into the tantalizing flesh.

“Eiri!” Shuichi complained. “Give me a minute here.”

“No,” Eiri answered as he licked at the bruising bite he just left.

“But I need to dry off my… ohh,” the singer groaned as Eiri’s tongue slipped into his crevice.

Shuichi was totally lost until a noise in the hallway made him remember where he was. A nurse, a doctor, or any number of their friends could walk in at anytime. He had been insane to get Eiri all worked up. But then again, Eiri did love being watched, it made him a wild man in bed. This might not be too bad. Only… what if the watcher was Tohma?

“Eiri!” Shuichi whispered sharply, “Stop! We’ll get caught!”

“You started it,” Eiri answered and then spread Shuichi’s cheeks and licked at him again, his tongue dipping lower and closer to more sensitive areas.

“I know but… Oooh,” the whisper turned into a moan.

“Still want me to stop?” Eiri teased.

“No… no, Eiri, please, please don’t stop.” Shuichi groaned lewdly as Eiri’s tongue slipped inside him. Shuichi loved being rimmed by his normally reticent lover. It was not as if their lovemaking had ever been boring, but this particular act was so incredibly intimate. In addition to the intimacy, until a few days prior Eiri had never rimmed him before. It was a sign Eiri was giving him, Shuichi realized as he writhed under his lover’s attentive ministrations. A sign that Eiri had changed, and was now willing to be more open with him. It was typical of their relationship, to speak with tongues and touches instead of words. “Uh… never stop loving me, Eiri.”

“Roll over, now,” Eiri instructed as he stared at his lover’s glistening backside. It was all he could do not to simply fuck his lover. But he had an audience to perform for…

Shuichi compliantly rolled onto his back. As he did, he could hear the whispers from the hallway… he was pretty sure that it was Kyo and Hiro. Well, that was okay. Shuichi had been with both of them so he didn’t really see the harm. Wait, was that Suguru’s voice? Well… He looked at his lover, Eiri was definitely turned on, and his eyes were burning with fiery desire. Forget Suguru watching, this would be amazing. In fact, Shuichi thought, it might be good for the uptight little bastard to see what true passion was all about.

His lover’s head dipped between his legs, and that marvelous tongue once again came in contact with his sensitive skin, lapping at his perineum. Shuichi moan louder, putting on his own show, feeling his own desire mount. “Eiri! Yeah, right there!”

The hospital bed squeaked as Eiri repositioned himself between his lover’s open legs, giving him more room to work. “Where’s the lube?”

“Here,” Shuichi panted as he grabbed the bottle from the tray next to the bed, glad that he had stashed it there earlier inside the Kleenex box, and handed it off to his lover. “Hurry, Eiri. I want you inside me!”

“When I’m ready,” Eiri answered with a smirk as he opened the lube and coated his fingers. “I like making you wait for it.”

“Eiri…” Shuichi whined and then groaned loudly as Eiri licked the pre-cum off of the tip of the singer’s cock. “Please, Eiri…”

“Please what?” Eiri said as he sat back and admired his lover. Shuichi was in full ‘fuck me’ mode, with his legs splayed wide, his cock hard and dripping, and the constant, sensual writhing. Eiri had every intention of letting the voyeurs know that Shuichi belonged to him and him alone. “Please what?” he said again with a cruel gleam in his eye.

“Suck me, fuck me, anything, something, please!”

Eiri almost smiled and he leaned over and licked at the tip of his lover’s cock. At the same time, he let his lubed fingers slide downward so that they could begin teasing at the anxious hole. Shuichi lifted his hips gently into Eiri’s touch as he whimpered with need, twisting the bed sheets between his fingers.

Satisfied that Shuichi had begged enough for the moment, Eiri slipped his lips around the twitching cock and swallowed it down. He could feel the tip of Shuichi’s cock quiver against the back of his throat as he heard the singer’s strangled groan and felt fingers tangle in his blond hair. Shuichi pushed Eiri’s head down further, driving his hard cock deeper into Eiri’s throat. Eiri took the abuse with little difficulty, and counterattacked by slipping his middle finger into Shuichi’s ass.

“Oh, gods,” Shuichi hissed as he twisted his hips in reaction to Eiri’s invasion.

Eiri’s eyes were open and he was delighted at Shuichi’s wanton display. If the two of them had planned this show, it couldn’t have been better. He slipped his middle finger out, and then back in again joined with his index finger.

“Ahh…” Shuichi nearly screamed with the pleasure of both fingers inside him.

Shuichi was so close to coming already that Eiri decided he would reward his lover’s erotic theatrics. He moved his mouth so that it only enclosed the very tip of Shuichi’s cock. At the same time, he also moved his free hand so that it could close around and stroke Shuichi’s shaft. Eiri gave Shuichi’s cock his full attention as he sucked at the head in time with his strokes and using his tongue to ultimate advantage.

Shuichi felt the build-up coming quickly and, when Eiri clamped down on the head of his cock, he could not longer fight the sweet sensations, “Eiri… I’m gonna… I can’t… Ahh!” Feeling Eiri swallow his cum greedily, Shuichi was instantly aroused again. How did Eiri do it to him? This surly, difficult man could light a supernova of desire in Shuichi with minimal effort. Shuichi was suddenly struck by the realization that no one else had even come close to making him feel so much during sex. Most of the time sex was about… anger. With Eiri, there was still the anger, but there was so much more as well. Passion, desire, desperation and vulnerability all tied up together. Why was sex so different with Eiri? Was it because of love?

It was so easy to please his lover, Eiri thought as he raised his head and caught the slightest glimpse of movement from the doorway. Licking his lips he realized with some irritation that if those idiots in the hallway weren’t careful, they would get them all caught.

“Quick as usual, I see,” Eiri’s low voice rumbled at his lover as he turned his attention back to the task at hand.

“Well, it has been a few days, Eiri,” Shuichi panted and looked sheepishly at the author. “Besides, I’m weak and sick.”

“Yeah, nice try at explaining your quickness,” Eiri complained. “Are you sure you feel well enough to do this?”

“Yes, Eiri, for the millionth time,” he coughed quietly. “Will you please fuck me!”

“Here, drink some water first to help with your cough,” Eiri said as he handed Shuichi a glass of water. “Better?”

“Yes. Come on, Eiri,” Shuichi moaned. “I need you inside me.”

“Then roll onto your stomach, I want to make sure you’re nice and lubed,” Eiri smirked at his lover.

“But you already did that,” Shuichi complained petulantly.

“I know, but I have an idea how we can keep your coughing to a minimum,” Eiri explained as he nuzzled and nipped at Shuichi’s neck.

Shuichi quickly lost resistance as his lover continued to stroke and caress him, turning the singer into a pile of pliant goo. Shuichi always did lose his will when Eiri was gentle with him. Hell, he lost his will no matter what Eiri did.

“Once I get your ass into the air and I stuff my cock in it, I’ll hold you on my lap,” Eiri said as Shuichi was rolled over carefully, the bright blush to his skin making him even more tantalizing to Eiri. “I think if we do it that way, it will be much easier on you.”

Maybe, Shuichi thought. Until your control snaps and you fuck me like an animal. Not that Shuichi minded being fucked like an animal, just at the moment, he was so weak and… oh! Shuichi’s line of thought was interrupted as he felt one of Eiri’s long fingers enter him again. “Oh!” He cried as the sensation increased in intensity. Shuichi could not stop the involuntarily rolling of his hips and the further spreading of his legs as the second finger slid in.

“You like that, do you?” Eiri’s husky voice teased him.

Shuichi nodded.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes!” Shuichi hissed. “Give me more!”

“Ask me again,” Eiri teased.

“Please, Eiri, give me more. Please, more,” Shuichi blushed but he knew this was what Eiri wanted – no - what Eiri needed from him. It was Eiri’s bizarre way of regaining some security in their relationship. His boyfriend knew about the watchers and wanted to show them that Shuichi belonged to him. As for himself, Shuichi wouldn’t ever admit to it, but secretly, he loved it when Eiri was so possessive of him. It made the singer more wanton and more submissive.

Eiri was beyond satisfied that Shuichi had begged him again and so loudly. And, of course, Eiri obliged his lover as he added a third finger to the writhing body beneath him. It had only been a few days, but Eiri felt as if it had been years since he had been inside his undulating lover. Twisting his fingers, he reveled in the rising crescendo of his lover’s cries. Could it be that Shuichi would come again without being touched? Deciding that he would help his lover along, Eiri moved his unoccupied hand to Shuichi’s hard, wet cock.

That was all Shuichi needed and he pushed his hips back, filling himself with Eiri’s fingers as he splashed the sheets with his cum.

Eiri pulled his fingers from the panting, exhausted body beneath him. Shuichi’s upper body had collapsed and his ass was still high in the air giving Eiri an eyeful. Reaching for the lubricant, Eiri decided it was time for him to show the watchers what he had as well. He opened the button on his pants, ready to pull out his cock only.

Shuichi knew what his lover was planning and he wasn’t having it. Turning his head to look over his shoulder he said, “Aren’t you stripping, Eiri?”

“No.”

“What?” Shuichi complained, “Why not?”

“In case we get caught.”

“What about me?” Shuichi panted.

“I told you before,” Eiri said patiently. “Use those big puppy dog eyes. Besides, you have a hospital gown you can throw back on.”

“Well, sort of,” Shuichi sighed. “But I still start out completely naked, you jerk! It’s not fair.”

“Do you want to get fucked or not?” Eiri said sharply, “Because this is the only way it’s happening.”

“Not unless you at least take off your shirt,” Shuichi demanded, realizing he had something of the upper hand. Shuichi had already come twice; it was Eiri that still needed sexual release.

Eiri glared at his lover as he quickly arrived at the same conclusion. “Fine,” Eiri grumbled as he pealed off his shirt.

Shuichi could hear Suguru’s sharp intake of breath from the hallway. Stupid voyeurs were going to get everyone discovered if they were not careful. Shuichi watched his lover unzip his pants and pulled out his sizable cock. That ought to give Suguru something to drool over; Shuichi thought as turned around and took the lube from Eiri’s hand. Leaning over he gave Eiri’s cock a playful lick as he opened the bottle of lube. He poured some of the liquid into Eiri’s hand and then he watched as Eiri coated his erection with lube, stroking himself and putting on quite the sensuous show. Shuichi turned back around, hiding his smile as he realized what an exhibitionist his lover was.

Grabbing Shuichi’s hip, Eiri said, “Ready?”

Shuichi nodded and exhaled, readying himself for the coming onslaught.

Eiri guided himself to Shuichi’s prepared hole and pushed forward, sliding into the tight tunnel until he could go no further. He growled lowly with the superb feeling of being completely encased inside his lover’s snug opening. He took a moment in order to regain some control and to give Shuichi the time to adjust to his invasion.

Shuichi matched Eiri’s low growl with a loud moan as he felt that monster cock pierce him, filling him completely. He was always amazed that the thing fit inside him. Shuichi had a sudden inspiration and because he wanted to make this experience the best for his lover, and to give the best possible show, he started to whine, “It’s too much Eiri, and you’re too big. You’re hurting me.”

“Oh stop it. I am not hurting you, you love it,” Eiri almost smiled as Shuichi started the game they often played. It was an added bonus that Shuichi would play the game while they were being watched. This was perfect… and once again, the thought crossed Eiri’s mind that this performance couldn’t have been better if they had planned it.

“I’m going to shift you into my lap now,” Eiri said as he wrapped his arms around his lover and lifted the singer up and back onto his lap causing the bed to emit several squeaks. Once they were situated Eiri asked again, “Ready?”

“Oh, it’s too much, Eiri, you’re hurting me again! Stop it! You’ll split me in two!” Shuichi whined.

Grabbing his lover around his hips, and lifting him gently, Eiri said, “It doesn’t hurt. Just wait, it will start to feel really good in a minute.”

The position was perfect for Shuichi, he had minimal movement to make; just pushing with his legs to raise himself up and down on Eiri. To make it even easier for him Eiri supported and helped him with it, ultimately driving the pace of their lovemaking. Sitting upright on his lover did help with his cough… but oh… the depth. “Good,” Shuichi moaned as his head rolled back in ecstasy. “This is so good.”

“I thought you said it hurt,” Eiri teased as Shuichi moaned again. Halting Shuichi’s movement Eiri said, “I thought you wanted me to stop. Should I stop?”

“No,” Shuichi moaned.

“Do, you want more?” Eiri asked.

“Yes,” Shuichi nodded.

“Tell me,” Eiri demanded. “What do you want?”

“Eiri, come on,” Shuichi nearly whimpered with need but Eiri held them both still.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me, Eiri,” Shuichi twisted trying to gain some friction, but Eiri gripped him tightly, foiling any movement. “Eiri, please!” Shuichi whined his face heating with embarrassment, “Please.”

Blushing and begging, now how could Eiri resist that? Releasing his grip, Eiri let Shuichi move, but he still held his lover tight in order to moderate the pace. Eiri didn’t want the end to come too soon. After all, they did have a performance to put on.

Up and down, sliding Shuichi nearly completely off his cock and then down again, allowing the singer’s bodyweight to force him deep inside. It was a perfect position and slowly, over and over, Eiri easily raised Shuichi up and off of his thighs. Each time he lifted Shuichi he gave the bunch in the hallway another tantalizing view of his cock, glistening with lube as it disappeared slowly inside his lover.

There was a low, guttural groan from the hallway.

“Wait, Eiri,” Shuichi panted as he grabbed his lover’s arm, stilling their movements. The singer couldn’t resist doing this at least once. “Did you hear something?”

“You’re imagining things,” Eiri said. His lover was so tight, he wasn’t sure how long he could keep up the show. For some reason, having those three idiots watch Eiri make love to Shuichi served to heighten his lust exponentially. Suddenly he pushed Shuichi forward onto his hands and knees. He knew this was probably too rough for his lover in his current condition, but Eiri had allowed his feral side to completely take hold. “You wanted to be fucked, so now I guess you better hang on.”

Shuichi nodded and groaned as Eiri plunged into him. Eiri felt perfect inside him, filling him up and touching places that made him shake with weakness. Twisting his hips Shuichi cried out, again, continuing the game, “Eiri! You’re too rough, it hurts!”

“It doesn’t hurt,” Eiri said again as he reached around and closed his hand over Shuichi’s cock, “Look how hard you are. Someone that was hurt wouldn’t be so hard.”

“Eiri,” Shuichi whined again as he pushed back and rocked his hips. His whines turned to whimpers, which then turned to moans.

Eiri could hear the quiet moans from the hallway and the louder moans from his lover. Shuichi was close to coming again, Eiri could feel it already.

Shuichi was taking a pounding and Eiri’s cock stuffed inside him felt euphoric, it was almost too much. He was panting with the strain and the rapture and then the unthinkable happened, he started to cough.

“Oh, fuck,” Eiri groaned loudly as Shuichi’s ass clamped down on him tightly with every cough. “Stop coughing.”

“Ah… do you think, uh… I want to, ah! … cough?” he said between his coughs and Eiri’s harsh thrusts.

Each time his lover coughed, Shuichi’s passage contracted to the point of near pain for Eiri. It was intense, it was so tight it hurt, it was unbelievably exquisite!

His coughing served to derail Shuichi’s building orgasm as he fought to quell the spasms. He could feel Eiri’s cock as it became impossibly harder and Shuichi realized somewhat belatedly that it was his coughing that was making his lover lose control. When that thought came to him, the singer ceased trying to stop the cough.

“Fuck!” Eiri groaned as he lifted his lover onto his thighs again, hoping that bringing him upright would ease the cough. Instead, the new position only served to drive his cock deeper into Shuichi’s clutching, twitching depths and Eiri could do nothing but give an animalistic shout as he lost himself to the ecstasy.

Shuichi’s coughing was just beginning to lessen when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Still sitting on Eiri’s cock, he watched as Suguru and Hiro tumbled into the room. Still attached by means of Hiro’s cock in Suguru ass. That is, until they hit the floor.

“What the hell?” Shuichi shouted between coughs as he slid off Eiri’s cock. Grabbing for his hospital gown, he took a quick glimpse around the privacy curtain and cursed internally. It appeared that his dumb ass band-mates were going to make him work a post-coital acting job. “Hiro? Suguru? What the hell are you doing? And why are you mostly naked? And why do you have a gag on, Suguru? Were you perverts watching us?”

Kyosuke stepped into the room, doing his best to feign normalcy, “Hi, Shu. Yuki-san.”

Kneeling next to his lovers, and trying very hard not to laugh, Kyosuke said, “Are you two okay?”

Hiroshi sat up and tried to make himself presentable, “I think just my pride is injured.” He was blushing profusely.

Kyosuke reached out and untied the gag around Suguru’s head. Then he stroked his lover’s hair, still fighting his laughter, “Suguru? Are you okay?”

Suguru slapped at Kyosuke’s hand and pulled up his pants, his face was bright red.

Shuichi’s coughing had finally stopped and he shouted, “Were you bastards watching us?”

“I think they were doing more than watching,” Eiri couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he finished zipping himself up.

Still naked, but with his gown in his hand, Shuichi whirled on his lover, “Eiri? Did you know?”

Eiri shrugged indifferently at the singer as he slid back into his shirt.

Kyosuke tried to wrap his arms around his embarrassed lover as he continued fighting the losing battle of keeping his face neutral. Poor Suguru, he was so innocent, he’d never been exposed to this kind of public humiliation before. Finally, Suguru pushed Kyosuke away and crawled over to Hiroshi, burying his bright red face in the guitarist’s chest.

Kyosuke finally gave in and started to laugh, “Of course Yuki-san knew, Shu. That’s why he put on such a good show, until you started coughing, that is.”

“Shut up, Inoue,” Yuki hissed.

His laughter increased, partly because of everyone’s acute embarrassment and partly because, once again, Inoue Kyosuke was the one person out of a roomful who had been the voice of reason. That thought alone was so absurd that he couldn’t help but chuckle at the total ridiculousness of the situation.

“Yes, shut up, Kyosuke!” Hiroshi growled at him.

Kyosuke knew he wasn’t going to win this one so he stood up, smile still on his face as he took in the sight of a very naked Shuichi with something more than brotherly interest, “So, Shuichi, you look like you’re feeling better. I like your new piercing, but it’s a shame that we don’t match anymore.”

“Inoue…” Yuki’s hiss was menacingly this time.

Shuichi grabbed for the nearest object and hurled it at Kyosuke. Kyosuke managed to duck the flying projectile but heard the resounding smack of the large paperback book as it hit someone behind him.

Turning, Kyosuke faced his cousin. Tohma was clutching his left cheek and eye.

“Hello, Tohma,” Kyosuke leaned close to his cousin and pulled Tohma’s hand away from his cheek to survey the damage. Chuckling, Kyosuke said, “Ouch. I’m sure that’s going to leave a mark. Nice shot, Shu.”

Now Hiroshi joined his lover in quiet laughter and Eiri’s amusement was clearly etched on his face.

“EVERYBODY OUT!” Shuichi screamed as he struggled into his hospital gown.

The nurses showed up to quell the ruckus and everyone but Shuichi was herded out the door. That included a protesting Eiri.

Once the room was cleared, Shuichi staggered over to Eiri’s cot and flopped down on it. Yawning, he stretched and snuggled down, pulling the blankets over himself. It was too bad that he didn’t get to come a third time, but all in all, he was still very sated. He started to drift off almost immediately with a small smile on his lips. His last thought before sleep took him was that his lover and friends were complete idiots.



The five of them stood in a contentious circle outside the hospital in the garden. Informer, kidnappers, potential rapist, and manipulator alike. Tohma’s eye was already beginning to swell shut and Kyosuke continued to chuckle nonstop for several minutes while Eiri and Hiro both enjoyed a post-coital smoke and Suguru stared at the ground a lot.

Finally, Tohma broke the silence and said, “Eiri-san, I have scheduled a flight home for you and Shuichi-san next week.”

“You’re leaving?” Hiro asked as he took a drag.

“He wants to go home and see the cat,” Eiri answered.

“The cat…” Hiroshi, Suguru, Kyosuke and Tohma all shuddered at the thought of the vicious beast.

“That cat hates everyone,” Suguru complained. “Except Shuichi.”

“And Eiri-san,” Tohma answered as he touched his cheek gingerly.

“It figures the cat would like you,” Kyosuke said to Eiri. “That cat is mean and bad-tempered. Wait a minute, isn’t it named after you?”

Eiri ignored Kyosuke and directed his next question to Tohma, “Did you do the other thing?”

“Yes,” Tohma looked at the group and then at Eiri, unsure if he should continue. “I did not think you wanted it made public.”

“They are not really ‘public’ are they? Besides, they’ll all need to know at some point,” Eiri shrugged.

“Eiri-san thinks Shuichi-san needs counseling,” Tohma said to the group.

They all watched the Label Boss, as if waiting for more. Tohma turned to look at Eiri, “It seems you were correct, Eiri-san. No one is surprised by this news.”

“Surprised?” Kyosuke laughed. “How’s that eye feel, Tohma? Who else here has been given a black eye by our favorite singer?”

The five of them looked at each other, and finally Hiroshi nodded and said, “We all have.”

Kyosuke nodded as well, “Just as I thought. Well, I for one think counseling is a good idea.”

“Me, too,” Hiroshi nodded in agreement.

“If he asks, maybe you could all tell him that,” Eiri answered.

“I think I’ll make it mandatory for him,” Tohma said with a touch of peevishness as touched at his eye again and winced.

“Stop touching it, you fool,” Kyosuke laughed again. “It’s not going to go away. Come on boys, let’s go home. I don’t think we’ll be welcomed by Shuichi any time soon. Besides we’ve got to get Suguru into some pants that aren’t cum-stained.”

“What?” Suguru sputtered and looked down.

“Kyosuke, you better stop or you won’t be getting any for a long time,” Hiroshi scolded as the three moved towards the exit.

“Why? Oh, don’t tell me that either one of you wouldn’t have reacted the same way in the same situation,” Kyosuke slipped his arm around Suguru’s shoulders and pulled him close. Whispering in his lover’s ear, Kyosuke said, “You were scorching hot by the way, you wanton little slut. I want to go home and have a go at you myself.”

“Kyosuke…” Suguru complained.

After the three were out of earshot of the other two, Kyosuke said, “So Suguru, should I dye my hair blond again?”

“What?” Suguru jolted at Kyosuke’s remark.

Kyosuke stopped in front of his lover, making eye contact as he smoothed back the younger man’s hair, “That way you can pretend that I’m Yuki-san.”

“I don’t… you don’t… I’m not…” Suguru stammered as he tried to figure a way out of this.

“I saw the way you were drooling over Yuki-san. You can’t fool me,” Kyosuke grinned.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind,” Hiroshi said, surprising both of his lovers. They stared at him until the guitarist smiled and shrugged, “Hey, Yuki-san is hot, even if he is a walking prick. Did you see him with that sheen of sweat? Holy fuck, he was like some sort of sex god. If Kyosuke dyed his hair, maybe even cut it, we could totally pretend. Maybe we could even dye Suguru’s hair pink for Kyosuke and me. It’s all good.”

Suguru shook his head at his lovers, “We are sick, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Kyosuke and Hiroshi said in chorus.

“Might as well give in and enjoy the ride, Suguru,” Kyosuke smiled. “This type of relationship doesn’t come along everyday, you know.”

“Well, I hope it lasts for a long, long time,” Hiroshi grinned at his lovers.

“Me, too,” Kyosuke grinned. “What about you, Suguru?”

“Yeah. Me too,” he reached out and grabbed Kyosuke’s hand and pulled him towards the parking lot. “Now let’s go home, I believe there’s something Kyosuke wants to show me that is almost as impressive as Yuki-san’s.”

“What?! Did you say ‘almost’ as impressive as Yuki-san’s? I think maybe you need those glasses after all. I guess it’s time I gave you a very close look so that you can correct that misguided comparison. I’m afraid I’ll have to force you to eat those words, Suguru. Literally. Now, come on,” Kyosuke grabbed Hiroshi with his other hand and the three raced for the car.


Eiri watched as the three ran towards the parking lot, “That relationship will never work.”

“Really?” Tohma said quietly. “I believe I said the same thing about you and Shuichi-san.”

“That was different,” Eiri scoffed.

“How so?” Tohma challenged.

“It just was. When’s Tatsuha coming in?”

“Tomorrow,” Tohma said quietly.

“You need to keep him away from Shuichi,” Eiri said. “He might actually try to kill my brother.”

“Yes, that thought had crossed my mind,” Tohma sighed. “To be honest Eiri-san, I don’t think Tatsuha-san will be going anywhere.”

“Really? Why?”

“At this point, all I know is that it involves a collar and a key,” Tohma shuddered.

“Really?” Eiri said quietly. “Huh. Does Tatsuha know that? Does Tatsuha understand that?”

“Yes. And yes,” Tohma shuddered again.

“Huh. Who knew,” Eiri said, “my brother is a total freak.”

“Yes,” Tohma agreed again.

After Tohma left. Eiri returned to the hospital room to check on his lover. Shuichi had moved to Eiri’s cot and, eyeing the fluid soaked sheets, Eiri knew why. Stepping closer to the cot, Eiri could see that the singer was already sound asleep. Eiri was sure the Doctor would release his lover the next day -- that is, if they hadn’t overdone it today and set his release date back.

Eiri cursed his selfishness. He should not have allowed his lover to seduce him so easily. Especially when Shuichi was still so weak. Not to mention that Eiri should not have been so rough with him. Sometimes he couldn’t seem to control his need to completely possess his lover. Shuichi was almost an addiction for him, and occasionally it seemed as if the overwhelming desire he had for his lover took on a life of its own. Eiri was aware that he needed to be cautious of that dark side of himself. He had hurt Shuichi on more than one occasion when that addiction had gotten out of control.

Eiri pulled up the blankets and tucked them around Shuichi. He reached up and smoothed back the still sweat-damp hair. His lover was pale, beautiful, and extremely fragile, like a porcelain doll that had been dropped and now had multiple hairline fractures. Eiri would need to proceed with caution, and try not to fall into his old habits of treating his lover poorly. Otherwise he might actually shatter both Shuichi and their newly reestablished relationship. The problem was Eiri wasn’t exactly sure how go about treating Shuichi differently and, for what felt for the hundredth time, Eiri wondered if he would ever be good enough for his lover.

He knew that their relationship didn’t stand a chance with them the way they currently were. Change would have to come from both of them. It would be hard, but Eiri wanted to make this relationship work. He wanted to be with Shuichi, more than anything else in the world.

Shuichi opened his eyes slowly and gazed at his lover, “Oh, Eiri. You’re back. I’m glad.”

Leaning over, Eiri gave Shuichi a tender kiss before he said, “Of course, I’m back.”

Rolling over, Shuichi closed his eyes again and sighed deeply. But just before drifting off completely, he stated, “I guess you always do come back, sooner or later. Sometimes you just take so long that I forget.”

Eiri was surprised by his lover’s open, unguarded statement and he was certain that Shuichi had uttered the words because he was still half asleep and not completely aware. Even so, Eiri could not help finding a kernel of hope in those sleep-befuddled words.


The next morning, Shuichi woke up in a proper bed, but his body hurt. Not from the constant throwing up he had done over the past week or so, but because he’d been lying in bed for the past three days. Well, that and the fact that Eiri had fucked his brains out once they had gotten to the hotel room. Shuichi wasn’t used to so much sex anymore. He smiled as he thought about how much he would enjoy ‘getting used’ to it again.

Sitting up, he stretched his arms over his head, working out some kinks and stiffness. Sliding to the edge of the bed, he stood up, surprised by how much stronger he felt already.

“Where are you going?” Eiri’s sleepy voice rumbled at him from the other side of the bed.

Yawning and stretching Shuichi said, “I need a shower and something to eat. And if I lay in bed for one more minute, I’m going to go crazy.”

“Too late,” Eiri blinked at his lover as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve been crazy for as long as I’ve known you.”

“More like since I met you,” Shuichi answered sharply.

“Are you implying that I am the cause of your idiocy?” Eiri glared. “I need a cigarette.”

Shuichi watched with interest as Eiri dressed and stepped outside onto the balcony to smoke. The doctor had told Eiri he couldn’t smoke around his boyfriend, but Shuichi never thought his royal highness would listen.

Sitting back down on the bed Shuichi watched his lover as Eiri leaned on the railing and smoked. The blond was trying so hard to be nice and Shuichi realized that he had been kind of… well, a jerk to Eiri. Not that he didn’t have it coming, mind you.

When the doctor had released Shuichi from the hospital, the first request had been to Tohma to get the singer his own hotel room and Eiri had thrown a fit. For some reason, Eiri didn’t think Shuichi was capable of taking care of himself. Shuichi was sure that Eiri had forgotten that he had managed to survive completely on his own for nearly two years without the author. Shuichi felt that Eiri’s over-blown ego was an amazing sight to behold sometimes.

But it was also kind of cute.

He couldn’t deny that part of him loved the attention he was getting from Eiri. His boyfriend’s possessive, protective side was in full swing, and Shuichi couldn’t help but revel in the unusual tenderness Eiri was showing him. Even their lovemaking had a special passion to it, with Eiri being more giving and open than ever before. This was a side of Eiri that was completely new, even Shuichi had never witnessed it before now.

But Shuichi couldn’t stop himself from being leery of it as well.

What would happen when things got rough again? Shuichi had no illusions, he knew that they would. Would Eiri disappear again? Eiri had said that he wouldn’t, but it would take Shuichi a long time to learn to trust the man. If he ever did. Not to mention Shuichi’s own coping skills were a little skewed towards running away when things got tough. He supposed that Hiro, K and Suguru were probably taking bets on which one, Eiri or Shu, would run away first.

Fucking and fighting, that seemed to be what their relationship was based on. If the two of them could ever find a way to channel their passion more productively they might have a chance at a successful relationship. But how to do that was another problem.

Therapy. Maybe that wasn’t a completely stupid idea. Eiri had gone to therapy before, although Shuichi wasn’t sure that it had actually helped the author. But then again, if Eiri could do it, maybe Shuichi could too. All the people that he had physically hurt did cross his mind. It bothered him that he didn’t used to be so angry and jaded. He used to be happy and trusting. And then Eiri had come along.

What would happen if the therapist told Shuichi that he would be better off without Eiri? As far as Shuichi could tell, that was a very big possibility.

He heard the door open and looked up into Eiri’s golden eyes. “Are you worried?”

“Always,” Shuichi smiled.

“About us?”

Nodding the singer said, “You know, what happens now Eiri? I mean, I know I want to be with you, and I’m pretty sure you want to be with me, but there’s just so much… bullshit to get through. Neither one of us is very good at that.”

“No,” Eiri shook his head. “And now you’re no longer as persistent about me as you once were.”

Shuichi smiled sadly, “No, I’m not. It took you a long time to break me of that, but you did break me of it.”

“Yes,” the author said quietly, feeling the same sadness. “I guess that means I’ll have to be more persistent about you. Maybe it will balance us out somewhere down the road.”

“Maybe,” Shuichi agreed. “Sometimes you have to switch roles to understand each other.”

“Well, don’t get too carried away with your idea of switching,” Eiri growled.

Laughing, Shuichi said, “I guess all we can do is take it one crisis at a time.”

“Yes. That is all we can do,” Eiri agreed. After a few moments of silence Eiri said, “So are you planning on keeping up this two separate apartment business? Like you wanted to do with the hotel rooms?”

Shuichi narrowed his eyes, “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

Eiri shrugged, “Maybe. It makes sense.”

Shaking his head, Shuichi said, “I don’t think we need to worry about that for awhile. I’ll be on tour for the next six months. Let’s talk about it when the tour is done. If you’re still around, that is.”

Wincing internally from Shuichi’s biting words, Eiri sighed. He had resigned himself to the fact that Shuichi was still wary about their relationship and understood that now was not the time to push his lover for more of a commitment. Instead, the author said, “It will be quiet without you terrorizing me.”

Eiri’s simple words told Shuichi that he would be missed. “I would like to be with you, you know,” Shuichi said quietly. “To have you to come home to, you and neko-Yuki. I really have been lonely.”

Putting his arms around Shuichi, Eiri pulled his lover close, telling Shuichi with his body that he had been lonely as well.

“You know, you could come with me,” Shuichi said softly.

“I was thinking I might come a long for a while,” Eiri said quietly. “Maybe.”

“Really?” Shuichi eyes sparkled with surprised happiness. “But you hate traveling.”

“Someone should keep an eye on you,” Eiri held him tighter. “At least for the time being.”

Shuichi translated the words again, Eiri didn’t want to be apart from him. But that was at this moment. Shuichi smiled, after the two were together constantly for a month, Shuichi wouldn’t hold his breath in anticipation of Eiri joining him on tour. He frowned as he wondered what his own feelings might be after a month as well. Eiri did have a tendency to get a little too clingy from time to time now. What would Shuichi’s reaction be to that?

No matter what happened, it wouldn’t be easy, Shuichi knew. In fact, it would be miraculous if the two managed to stay together, but he wanted to try. He wanted to try with every fiber of his being.

“I love you, Eiri,” he said as he blinked back the tears of – what? – grudging acceptance? Relief? Shuichi realized that maybe it would take him some time to sort out exactly what the tears meant.

“I know,” Eiri answered him like always. And then added quietly a few minutes later, “Me, too.”

Well, it wasn’t much, Shuichi thought, but it was a start.


End


Lyrics for Possession by Sarah McLachlan