Still Raining

Still Raining
Sequel to: 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: Ayaka is used to getting what she wants and what she wants now is Eiri. She’ll do whatever it takes to make him hers. Anything.
Chapter Summary: It’s felt like ages since he’s felt the comforting warmth and protective strength of his husband around him.
Warning: fantasy, angst, drama, romance, m-preg, language, M/M, hentai, Ryuichi/Tatsuha, Eiri/Shuichi
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A/N: Thank you to Namikaze naruko14, kaname-luvr, ferler, sarah83654123, Selina, Xunxin for your reviews and constant support. You have no idea how much it means to me. In this chapter, we have the long awaited lemon between Shuichi and Eiri. It’s been a while so I might be a little rusty. Hope you enjoy it!

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Last Time

The low murmuring of the television greeted him when he pushed open the door. Nostalgia washed over him. It brought a smile to his face.

Thank God, he was home.

Stepping into the foyer, he shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it. “Hello,” he called loudly as he tossed his keys onto the sideboard. Lifting the strap of his messenger bag over his head, he set his bag down on the floor. “I’m home!”

He chuckled at the immediate stampeding of tiny feet. “Mama,” yelled the accompanying voice.

“Hey you,” he greeted as his two year old son flew into his arms.

Imitating a koala, Little Takanori wrapped his tiny body around him.

“Were you good for Daddy?”

“Yeah.”

“’Bout time,” grumbled a male voice.

Shuichi lifted his head. Standing with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips before him was Eiri. “I’m home.”

Eiri smiled. It softened the harsh lines on his face. “Welcome home…Baka,” he added.

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Chapter 17: Within the Comforting Circle of Your Arms

En Route - Black Dragon Compound - Kita-ku, Kyoto, Japan

Something had gone wrong with the last shipment. While neither of the parties involved had solid concrete proof to back up their claims one way or another, both were just as adamantly sure that the other was at fault. Blame was being tossed around like a beanbag during a game of hot potato.

His associates were blaming him for the shipment’s failure to arrive in Hong Kong. Unless the ship had run aground, hit stormy weather, was capsized by a freak tsunami wave, or was highjacked by a group of Somali pirates, the shipment should have arrived in Hong Kong a week ago. Seeing as he hadn’t received word of any of the aforementioned happening, it was safe to assume that the shipment had indeed arrived in Hong Kong. When the palettes were loaded into the container and then the container lifted onto the boat, he had actually been at the shopping yard. It seems as if someone was trying to pull a fast one. He would not put it passed Hong Kong to claim to have never received the shipment when in fact they had received it just so they did not have to pay him for their generous purchase and could then pocket whatever profit they made by re-selling the shipment.

Apparently, he was in business with a bunch of baboons. Good thing he made sure everything was documented in triple.

This debacle was what he should be thinking about as it could possibly cost him millions, if not more, but instead his mind kept drifting back to a pregnant pink-haired eighteen year old and the child they possibly had created together. The knowledge that by this time come Monday, he could quite possibly be a father had him giddy as a schoolgirl and as high as a kite. It was an exhilarating feeling, albeit a bit strange, but exciting nonetheless.

For as far back as he could remember there has always been this longing, this yearning to have a family of his own. Call it the ticking of his biological clock. Like the cuckoo-less cuckoo clock that used to hang in the living room of his grandmother’s house, his clock ticked loudly. The noise was incessant and brash and continued to grow louder with each tick. The sound was nearly deafening.

Long has he been resigned to his fate. Eventually, the clock will come to a stop. It would not be by his own hand. No. The batteries would drain. The internal mechanism would rust. For whatever reasons devices, machines, and such fail, there comes a time when everything stops. His biological clock was no exception. When that times approaches- and it would- it would be too late.

He really should not be allowing his hopes to soar so far. He wouldn’t be able to reach them. The possibility was, after all, slim. Very. But…

Kizou reached into the inner pocket of his black Gucci suit jacket and pulled out a photograph. A child the spitting image of his late younger brother grinned madly back at him. He could not stop the smile that lit his face, but just as quickly, it vanished, repelled by the grim thoughts flashing through his mind.

It could very well turn out that Shuichi and little Takanori, if the child turned out to indeed be his, will be a liability. The knowledge that having a family could be used to bring him down had always been in the forefront of his mind, but it had not put a damper on the longing. Liability or not, if little Takanori turned out to be his son, he would move Heaven and Hell to make sure both he and Shuichi were safe.

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Shindou Household - Kyoto, Japan

It was growing late, but even though both were growing weary, their yawns increasing in appearance and their eyelids growing heavier, neither Mai nor her husband made an effort to move from their current positions on the sofa in front of the television. The crime drama, which happened to be a favorite to both, might as well be instead some infomercial for all the attention that was being paid to it. Instead, each was lost in thought.

Mai Shindou lay curled at her husband’s side. The hefty weight of his arm was felt around her shoulders. An equally hefty weight of morose had settled over her when she returned home, adding to the already overwhelming depression eating away at her.

“Ma! You’ll never guess!” An excited Maiko had met her at the door earlier that evening.

Her heart sank at the shocking revelation.

Apparently, while she had been traipsing around Tokyo in search of a son that she had begun to believe did not want to be found, in actuality, it turned out Shuichi had been here in Kyoto the whole time.

Chestnut eyes burned with the threat of tears.

Fate was a cruel mistress.

In all honesty, it had taken everything she had, every ounce of courage, all of her nerve and a not so firm resolve that had been on the verge of bursting during the whole journey, to actually go through with the decision to sit down with her son face to face in order to try to mend the rift between them. And to discover that not only had her son not been home, but had in fact, been here in Kyoto was more than a little disappointing. It was disheartening. If it were anyone else or if she and Shuichi did not have the history they did, she could just chalk it up to a case of bad luck, but unfortunately, it was because of the tension between them that she had to wonder about the strange coincidence. Had he somehow known? Had he been trying to avoid her?

There was always another possibility. As slim as it was, Shuichi could have always been in Kyoto in order to try to make amends with her, the same as she had been doing. She was not at all positive that was the case, but she had to hold onto the hope it gave her. The alternative was not something she cared to dwell on.

“He said he was in town on business,” was what Maiko told her.

Was that really why he was in town? Business?

While his wife wallowed is misery, Morihiro’s chest swelled with pride. He was proud that Shuichi had been able to hold his head up through all the turmoil and upheaval. As he swam through the tumultuous waters of his existence, time and again, the desire to give up, to sink into the cold, iciness surrounding him had to have been nearly crushing. The urge nearly suffocating. Yet, Shuichi had pushed on until he’d reached the shore and the comforting warmth of Eiri Yuki. That man was a godsend, the best that could ever have happened to Shuichi.

While he would regret until his dying breath the way he had treated Shuichi, regret that he allowed his jealousy and anger and bitterness to consume him, he would never regret that smile he had seen when he’d caught sight of his children speaking. His son was happy and that was all that mattered.

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Shindou-Uesugi Residence - Koishikawa Park Tower - Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan

It was late; how late, neither was certain and neither was in any particular hurry to find out. For neither had any particular interest in the time. They had one thing on their minds and the only commonality it had to time was this: “How long till I have another orgasm?”

It seemed to be a contest. How many times can I make my partner climax? So far, Eiri was in the lead. It was nearly two to one. Not that that was any surprise. Eiri had always had more control. That was not to say that Shuichi had less or even no control over his bodily functions, which in a way, was a pretty accurate assessment, but only in regards with Eiri, his husband of nearly two years and father of his children.

Nobody but Shuichi knew about the one weakness Eiri had and he used it to his advantage whenever possible, even though he knew doing so was a suicidal move. For reasons unknown, Eiri’s ear was so sensitive that it was considered high treason to tread anywhere near it. Shuichi‘s weakness, on the other hand, was well known. There was no hiding it. And like Shuichi, Eiri took advantage of his lover’s weakness whenever possible. All Eiri had to do was whisper seductively, lick the outer shell of his ear and glide those oh so skilled hands down his body. They did not even have to touch him intimately. It did not take much to make Shuichi Shindou climax. A mere look from Eiri and for one heart stopping moment, Shuichi was in Nirvana. While Eiri took pride in not only how little he actually had to do to plunge his lithe baka over the summit, but also how it was only him that could propel him up the steep incline. Shuichi was half embarrassed that he had so little control around Eiri, but on the other hand, like Eiri, he also felt a swell of pride that it was only Eiri that could make him feel this way. It was only him. Only him. His one and only.

The balcony doors had been left open and the vertical blinds were pulled back to allow the cool breeze entrance. The two lovers shivered in reaction as the air hit their fever induced skin. Moonlight glided into the otherwise twilight strewn room to dance upon sweat glistened skin.

Panting heavily, Shuichi’s loosened tongue filled the master bedroom with incomprehensible noises and utterances. He gripped the bedspread beneath him with fisted hands as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, over him, within him. It was almost too much to bear. Almost. As if in the throes of some nightmare, he tossed his head about. In a way, it was a nightmare. For it was pure evil what Eiri could do to him with those slender digits that pounded away at the computer all day and that muscle at the floor of the mouth.

Yet another orgasm swept through him. The force of it bowed his back and curled his toes. Already fatigued muscles trembled. It colored his vision and ripped a strangled cry from his lips.

Eiri raised his head, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, and glanced up his lover’s sweat and come covered body with lust-filled eyes. When his gaze landed on Shuichi’s belly, swollen with child, his ravenous gaze softened and a surge of pride rose within him.

The feeling of being watched stole over him. Lifting his gaze, he caught violet orbs watching him intently. They exchanged a smile. While no words were uttered, a million and one things were said.

Sitting up, and ignoring his protesting muscles still trembling with fatigue, Shuichi drew Eiri up into his arms. Their lips met briefly in a chaste kiss that sent tingles throughout both. Pulling out of the kiss, smirking at the light growl that trickled out of Eiri, Shuichi maneuvered so that he was sitting in Eiri’s lap with his legs hooked around Eiri’s waist. He twined his arms around Eiri’s neck and threaded his fingers in the luscious blond locks.

With the lightest of touches, Eiri caressed Shuichi’s collarbone. It sent delicious shudders through Shuichi, who shivered in delight. Shuichi gave a breathy sigh that went right to Eiri’s already throbbing penis. Eiri gave a twist and a slight upward thrust of his hips. In response to the rigid cock rubbing at his anus, Shuichi tossed his head back and gave a throaty moan.

Panting heavily, half-lidded violet eyes glazed over with lust locked onto hazel eyes golden like the sun.

Eiri trailed his hands down Shuichi’s chest, ghosting over the pert nipples and down his sides. Giggling, Shuichi squirmed at the ticklish sensation. Grabbing Shuichi’s hips, Eiri lifted him up to his knees. Grabbing a firm hold of Shuichi’s buttocks, Eiri guided the pregnant singer over his erection.

The pain was immediate. Shuichi hissed, tensing around the large invader piercing him. He screwed his eyes shut. A stray tear leaked out. Eiri brushed it away. His hands found Eiri’s shoulders, his nails leaving half moon gouges on his back. Waiting patiently, Eiri whispered words of comfort in his husband’s ear and ran his hands up and down Shuichi’s back.

Eventually, the pain lessened and a dance older than time began.

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Sakuma-Uesugi Residence - Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan

Tatsuha wasn’t sure what had woken him. He stared up at the ceiling that was hidden among the shadows of the night, listening intently. Except for the buzz created by the static silence of the late hour, all seemed to be quiet. There was no inclination of what could have stirred him from a dead sleep. Shrugging the mysteriousness of it off, a yawn seized him as exhaustion slipped back over him. Heavy lids drifted closed over obsidian eyes.

Settling onto his side, he scooted closer towards the middle of the bed and pulled the crocheted blanket up over his shoulders. It had been a wedding gift from Ryuichi’s mother. Summer though it may be, the nights were not warm enough to warrant pulling the fan out of the closet, let alone turning on the air conditioner, though it was not cool enough to bury beneath layers of blankets either.

As sleep descended quickly, he reached a hand out underneath the blanket and groped the bed blindly for the warm body he intended to cuddle against. When his hand met with the edge of the mattress without once encountering another warm body, his eyes snapped open. Empty. There was a surge of momentary panic that just as quickly melted away. Exhaustion took its place. Flipping onto his back, Tatsuha draped an arm over his brow and heaved a sigh.

It was not very difficult to figure out where his wayward husband was. Even though it was the middle of the night, there was only one place Ryuichi Sakuma would be.

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Once again, Ryuichi could not sleep. Thoughts of his son continued to plague him.

If he did not confess the truth to his son, Eiri threatened to do so himself. That was not something he could allow to happen. It was going to be hard enough as it is for Shuichi to learn that his whole life had been one big lie without having to hear it from someone other than the horse’s mouth. But it was not as easy as everyone apparently seemed to believe it was. He could not very well just walk up to Shuichi and say, “Hey, guess what? Everybody’s been lying to you your entire life. I’m really your father and not your brother. You see it all started when I noticed this cute older guy backstage after one of our concerts in New York.” Yeah. That would go over real well. Instead of being a deadbeat older brother, he would become a deadbeat father. What an improvement. If their roles were reversed, he was not sure he would not want to know. Ignorance is bliss after all.

After the truth was revealed, there was no question or doubt in his mind that his son would not forgive him, would probably even sever all ties. Completely. Shuichi would walk out that door and out of his life without so much as a backward glance. There was no way he would be able to blame Shuichi if that turned out to be the case. Tatsuha, as well as Eiri, had not taken the news too well and…well; he could not very well claim it has nothing to do with either because the truth was it did. It just did not affect them in the same way as it did Shuichi.

As slim as it was, there was the possibility that Shuichi would not head for the hills screaming bloody murder. Shuichi could very well take the news surprisingly well. As nice as that sounded, it was also unrealistic, terribly so, but it gave him hope and that was what he needed to be able to face his son.

It was not as if he was expecting Shuichi to start calling him “dad”. That was not likely to happen any time soon, or ever. It would be enough if Shuichi were to just accept him in his life, in whatever capacity Shuichi felt most comfortable.

The only positive aspect he could see amidst the cloudy road ahead was the hope that his son might be able to forgive him one day.

Brown eyes blurred behind a veil of tears.

A squeal brought his attention back to the television. The image on the screen caused him to blush in embarrassment.

Was that really him? How young he looked! It was hard to believe that he had ever been that young once upon a time. It seemed like another lifetime ago. And what was up with hair? Talk about embarrassing. It was so impossibly short, well compared to the shoulder length layered locks he currently sported. Short hair for men was always stylish and trendy, but it just made him look like a freak, especially those sideburns. Could they be any longer? And the top of his head looked like a bushy mop. Who had been their stylist back then? Honestly, what had he been thinking?

The fourteen year old him on the television was standing in a long sterile looking hallway that was as bright as the surface of the sun plastered to a long waist high window like one of those plushies with suction cups on its paws. Ryuichi recognized the area instantly as the Maternity Ward in the hospital in which Shuichi was born.

With impossibly huge dark brown eyes glistening with unshed tears, the fourteen year old turned to face the unsteady camera. He was beaming, despite the tears. His mouthed started moving, forming words, but Ryuichi could not hear them. There was no sound. But he knew exactly what was being said.

“My son.”

The ecstatic boy on the flat screen turned back to the window he had just been plastered against and started pointing. On the other side was the Newborn Nursery.

The image was a blur of color and movement as the camera panned around. It was enough to make one seasick. Finally, the camera steadied- as much as was possible- on the room beyond the window where dozens of babies lay swaddled in clear beds.

The cameraman’s reflection appeared in the window. It showed a young boy not much older than the fourteen-year-old Ryuichi who, on the edge of the screen, was still acting as if he had won the lottery. The second teen with his blond hair and bright green eyes, was instantly recognizable as Tohma Seguchi. Ryuichi chuckled. The man had not changed a bit.

Half of the babies were sleeping while the remaining were either asleep or just staring randomly at nothing. It still amazed him to see nearly half of the babies in the nursery wrapped in pink blankets indicating they were girls. Over thirty percent of the remaining were boys swaddled in blue while the rest, less than twenty percent, of the babies were wrapped in yellow blankets, including one baby in particular that the camera focused on. Directly in the center of all those screaming babies.

His laughter chocked to a halt.

Shuichi.

A lump formed in his throat.

At this point, he hadn’t known the reality of what he had just readily agreed to. It was enough to make him want to crawl through the television to smack the boy he had been and scream at him.

“What were you thinking?”

But he did not have to ask because he already knew. It was for the best.

“Are you sure?” asked a tiny voice.

If he wanted to be honest with himself, then no, he wasn’t sure. He never had been. He’d just had to convince himself that this was all for the best otherwise he would not have been able to live with himself.

The images came to an abrupt end. Instead, static filled the screen and filtered out into the silence of the living room.

The lump in Ryuichi’s throat grew. He would not cry. He would not cry. He would not-

The first traitorous tear slid down his cheek. He brushed it aside only to have two more take its place. Unable to stop them, Ryuichi dropped his face into his hands and sobbed quietly while his guilt and sorrow swelled within him.

A sudden blast of sound shattered the tranquil silence of the night.

Ryuichi’s snapped up in surprise. He scrubbed at his tear-stained face and stared at the television screen in confusion. What was going on? What was this? He hadn’t realized there was anything after the footage Tohma had taken. Actually, there shouldn’t be. He was fairly certain that the tape Tohma had used in his camcorder had been a new one fresh out of its wrapper. But if that was the case, then what was this?

Sliding to the edge of the couch, Ryuichi squinted at the screen as an overwhelming sense of déjà vu washed over him. The room looked vaguely familiar, but he could not place where he had seen it before or when.

It all fell into place when a familiar figure stepped into view. “Yuki,” he gasped in shock.

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Shindou-Uesugi Residence - Koishikawa Park Tower - Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan

The Next Day

Today was the day. Shuichi could not remember a day when he was more nervous. With his arms crossed over his chest, he paced restlessly in the foyer. His messenger bag bounced lightly against his hip as he spun away from the front door of the condominium and strolled through the front entrance to the dining table, spun and walked back towards the front door. Back and forth. Over and over again. Soon, he would wear a tread in the floor. Wouldn’t Eiri like that? Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, his brow creased in thought.

Even though he had given in to the demands made on him, truth be told, his opinion on the matter had not changed. He did not believe having a DNA paternity test was necessary. As soon as Eiri had decided to take responsibility for a child that was not his and raise him as if he had fathered him instead of dumping his ass to the curb, Shuichi knew. There was no doubt. Eiri was little Takanori’s father and that would never change, even if he and Eiri were to have a falling out. But whether he wanted to do this or not was not an issue because this was something he had to do for his son and also for the man who had fathered little Takanori.

Shuichi paused his ceaseless meanderings.

He could not help but wonder if his son would thank him for this one day.

Unbeknownst, he had halted before their family photograph. He tipped his head back and saw it hanging on the wall above the credenza. It brought a smile to his face. Soon they would have to get another one. He dropped his arms and encircled his belly. The butterflies settled down as he became lost in the memories of the picture.

“Papa go bye-bye?”

At the sound of his son’s voice, Shuichi turned around and watched as, hand in hand, little Takanori and Eiri stepped around the corner.

“Yeah,” Eiri was saying in that light voice all parents got when speaking with children. Though, Eiri denied it if anyone were to point it out. “That’s right.”

Shuichi’s smile morphed into a grin.

Eiri raised his head and spotted him standing there. “Ready?”

The nervousness returned. “As I’ll ever be,” Shuichi admitted.

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