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This I
Promise You

Sequel
to:� �My Heart
Beats Like a Drum�

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: Could it be
that Shuichi really is just paranoid or is there something about the new
neighbor?

Chapter
Summary:

Warning: M/M,
hentai, romance, drama, angst, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, masturbation, anal,
oral, death, Shuichi/Eiri

Insert:�

A/N: Like some
of my other stuff, this was out previously.�
Thank you to UnratedCrimsonBlood, catbaker, Acherona, fahaar, bunnykim89, DarkMetalAngel of Destruction for your reviews.

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(Last Time)

�I
did not abandon you,� he whispered.� �I
went to speak to Dr. Ohtani after you fell asleep yesterday like I promised you
I would and then I had to leave when visitation hours ended.�

That
got Shuichi's attention.� Silence once
again fell onto the hospital room.�
Shuichi lifted a face red from crying, flooded with tears, and glanced
at Eiri with hopeful, patient eyes.

Eiri
ran a hand through his husband's soft, black hair, noticing for the first time
that he needed a haircut.� He raked his
eyes over his husband as he quietly, but assuredly told him, �I asked him if it
would be alright if I took you home.�

Shuichi
sat back and watched him intently.

�I
told him that no matter what he said, I was going to take you home.�

His
patience was starting to wane.� Shuichi
started bouncing up and down on the bed in growing impatience.� �Eiri,� he whined.� �What did he say?�� He grabbed hold of Eiri's shirt and tugged it
as he searched Eiri�s face intently.�
�C'mon!� Tell me!� Tell me!�

Prying
Shuichi's fingers off his shirt, Eiri held his arms at his sides and pecked his
nose.� �Tonight, you'll be in your own
bed,� he whispered.� Eiri kissed a trail,
starting from Shuichi's lush, pink lips, along his jaw line to his ear.� He bit his earlobe gently and suckled it.

Shuichi
moaned and tilted his head back to give him better access.

�Where,� Eiri continued his voice low
and husky, �I can finally fuck you until you can't move.�� He pulled back, noticed Shuichi�s flushed
face and his eyes filled with lust.

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Chapter
19: Home Sweet Home

Dr. Ohtani was against sending Shuichi home, but did
not have a choice.� Uesugi-san wanted his
husband released and brought home.� What
Uesugi Eiri wanted, Uesugi Eiri got, especially when he had friends in high
places.� One call from Seguchi Tohma, one
not so carefully veiled threat, and the release forms were being signed.

After dinner, Shuichi was given a full physical
examination.� Dr. Ohtani was surprised at
how much progress the singer was making in such a short time.� A month ago, Shuichi had been completely
paralyzed from the waist down and now, his right leg was improving at such an
incredible rate that it if this kept up, it would be back to normal in no time.� Never in his wildest dreams had he ever
thought Shuichi would regain the ability to walk.� Yes, there had been a chance, a very good
one, but reality and possibility were two very different realms.

While possibility appeared at the front door, reality
was in the dining room eating dinner.�
Unlike his right leg, his left one was not faring so well.� The feeling had returned, but unfortunately,
it remained stubbornly impassive.� It
will not as much as twitch.� Just for
that alone, Dr. Ohtani wanted Shuichi to remain in the hospital for a bit
longer, but that was not going to happen.

Dr. Ohtani stood at his office window watching as
Uesugi Eiri and Shindou Shuichi�s adopted son Riku wheeled Shuichi to the black
Mercedes waiting right outside the front doors of the hospital.�

One of the bodyguards placed a suitcase in the trunk
of the car as Eiri helped his husband into the backseat.� The second bodyguard stood like a sentry
behind and slightly to the right of Eiri and his son with a blank expression on
his face.� His sharp eyes flashed around
in such a way that left no room to question that he was on the job.� The first suited goon took the
state-of-the-art wheelchair, secured just an hour ago by none other than
Seguchi Tohma and folded it down.� There
would be no cheap hospital contraption for the Uesugi-Shindou's.� He placed it in the trunk next to the
suitcase.

While Riku scrambled into the backseat, Eiri leaned
into the car and gave his husband a quick chaste kiss before shutting the door
and rounding the car to get in on the other side.� He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and
Riku stepped back out of the car.� Eiri
slid into the backseat, apparently to sit next to his husband, ruffling his
son�s hair in the process.� With a scowl,
Riku slid into the car after his father.�
The door shut.� The two hired
goons got into the front seat and moments later the car sped off.

Dr. Ohtani wished them luck.� They would need it.

+---+---+

Despite the seat belt and his half-paralyzed torso,
Shuichi still managed to curl himself up against his husband.� His head rested against Eiri's chest.� His arms were wrapped around his waist and
his good leg was using Eiri's legs as a footrest.� Eiri's arm was draped around his lithe
lover's shoulders, holding him securely to his side.

Eiri lifted his hand and studied his wedding ring over
Shuichi's back.� The gold band shinned
and the three carat elongated oval Australian Tiger Iron glittered brown,
black, deep red and gold in the late afternoon sun.�

Draping his arm back around his husbands shoulder, he
hugged him close.� �Ya know, this little
stunt of yours really screwed everything up,� Eiri mock scolded.

Shuichi lifted his head and stared at his husband in
confusion.� �What?�

Feeling inexplicably chilly all of a sudden, Eiri
grabbed the back of his husband's head and returned him to his earlier
position.� �I mean, we were supposed to
go on our honeymoon, remember?�

Shuichi blushed and bit back a smile.�

That was right.�
Eiri had gone to meet Mizuki-san to reschedule various appearances and
whatnot in order to take his new husband on a special trip.� Shuichi had been given the special duty of
talking to Tohma when he went into work that morning.�

He cuddled closer to his husband, feeling his heart
soaring.

�And then you had to go and pull a Sleeping Beauty,�
he smirked over Shuichi's head.

Shuichi's smile slipped.� �Hey,� he frowned.� Sitting up, he pouted at his life partner,
causing Eiri's side to get cold once again. ��That's not fair!� Eiri-�

�Baka,� Eiri whispered affectionately.� He cupped the side of his husband's face and
pressed their lips together.� Pulling
away, he smiled as he saw a light blush color Shuichi's cheeks.� �You're cute when you blush,� he found himself
saying.

Shuichi's blush deepened.� He dropped his head, avoiding his lover's
soft gaze and cuddled back into him.

Riku found himself trying not to vomit.� Really, he should be used to his parents
being so lovey-dovey by now.� When Eiri
was stoic, he was cold and ruthless with all his heart, but when it was one of
those rare times when he became all romantic and gushy, he was that with all of
his heart too.� He should just be happy
that his parents were so in love.� But
really!� Did they have to do in front of
him?� Ah!

Eiri chuckled and hugged Shuichi.� He rested his cheek on top of Shuichi�s head
and smiled.� It felt so good to be
holding his singer again and to be going home.�
He looked forward to sleeping next to him once again.� He especially could not wait to make love to
him.� He has felt like a ravenous wolf
these last four months.� It was like a
bad case of cabin fever and it was driving him insane.� All he wanted to do was possess his husband
in every sense of the word.� He wanted to
stake his claim and mark his territory.�
He wanted to fuck the singer, but that was not what he was going to
do.� He was going to make sweet love to
the man he planned to spend the rest of his life with.� Nice and slow and gentle.

��

�We still get to go, right?� Shuichi mumbled against
his shirt, tightening his hold.� He
yawned, his eyes fluttering shut.

Scooting down in the seat, Eiri leaned his head
against the top of the seat.� �We'll talk
when we get home.�

Shuichi did not like that answer.� He lifted his head and gazed deeply into his
husband's eyes, pleading with him to give him something, some semblance of a
normal life once again.� �We will,
right?� Eiri?�

Eiri lifted his head, saw the puppy dog eyes, and
suddenly felt guilty.� He swallowed it
back.� �We'll talk when we get home,� he
told him firmly.� He gently pushed
Shuichi back down.� �We have a lot to
talk about.�

Shuichi did not like that either.� He buried his face in his husband's shirt,
frowning.� He suddenly felt a heavy
tightness in his chest.� Lifting his
hand, he studied his wedding ring through a blur of tears.� The gold band shinned beautifully in the
bright late afternoon sun.� A brown star
shinned in the eight black opals and the deep, rich rose pink Sri Lanka
spinal in the center sparkled as the sunlight hit the ring. Shuichi felt his
throat constrict around a sob.� Did Eiri
regret marrying him now that there was a chance that he would never be able to
walk properly again?� Now that he would
not be able to slink and prance around on stage like he used to, sidling up
against his band mates in a sly attempt to make Eiri jealous while at the same
time getting the audience riddled up, would Eiri still come to his shows?� With him having to learn to be independent
again, to be able to go up and down the stairs in their apartment, to get in
and out of bed, to dress himself, bathe himself, would Eiri stick by him
knowing that he had to take care of a man that already depended on him for
continuing balance in his life?� Was Eiri
already regretting his promise to stay by his side through it all?� God, he hoped not.� He needed Eiri.� Without him, he was nothing.� He would die a slow death without his husband
at his side and he did not mean that just metaphorically.� �E-Eiri?�

The man made some sort of indecipherable noise.

�D-do you�do you regret-?�

Eiri's head snapped up.� He grabbed Shuichi in blind fury and glowered
at him.

Shuichi cowered under his husband's gaze, wincing as
Eiri's fingers dug into his arms.�
�Ow!� Eiri, you're hurting me!�

��

In the front seats, the guards peeked in the side and
rearview mirrors at the couple, but said and did nothing.

Riku�s head snapped around.� Holding his breath, he watched the scene
intently out of the corner of his eye.

Eiri shook Shuichi, barely suppressing the urge to hit
him.� He may have slapped him in order to
wake him from his nightmares and smacked him upside the head when he was being
stupid, but he would never ever hit him in anger.� Though, in the beginning of their
relationship, he had kicked him around a few times, but he had not done so
since and did not intended to ever do so again.�
He would do nothing to risk losing what he had with Shuichi.� �What the fuck is your problem?� he snapped irately.� �Why would you ask something so stupid?�

Shuichi bowed his head as tears trickled down his face
silently.� �I just�It's just that�I'm
not�I'm not the same as I was.� I can't-�

�Shut the fuck up, you stupid ass!�� Eiri pulled his husband into a tight
hug.� �I don't regret anything, you hear
me?� And if you start this bull crap,
I'll beat you senseless, understand?�

Shuichi wrapped his arms around his husband and wept
into his shirt.

Both embarrassed at witnessing such a tender moment
and relieved that the fight had not been anything too serious to worry about
Riku avoided the scene and turned back to staring out the car window.� The city whizzed by in a blur of color.� Maybe he should have stayed home.

�Do you think I would have put my life on hold these
past three months and stayed by your side this whole time if I had any
regrets?� Do you think I would have
defied the doctor's orders and brought you home?�� Eiri cupped Shuichi's face and pulled away,
glancing into his watery violet eyes.�
�Do you think I would have regrets when all I want to do is sweep you in
my arms and carry you to bed where I plan on keeping you up all night?� he
whispered sweetly, causing Shuichi to blush, his eyes shinning with the
beginning of lust.� Eiri lifted Shuichi's
left hand and placed a light kiss on Shuichi's wedding ring.� �Do you think I would have placed this on
your finger if I had any regrets?� Do you
think I would be here now if I had any?��
Eiri cupped Shuichi�s face again.�
�We've been together for ten years, Shu.�
If I wanted to leave, I would just do it, but I'm here and this is where
I plan on staying until the day we die.�

�Oh, Eiri!�� His
face full of tears, Shuichi threw himself at his husband, hugging him
tightly.� �I love you so much!�

Eiri hugged Shuichi back, a stray tear trickling down
his face.� �I know.� I know,� he echoed softly.

Riku rolled his eyes.�
His parents were something else.�
Though he could not keep a smile from his lips.

+---+---+

When they finally pulled up to their apartment building,
the little family was happy to see that once again they had thwarted the
media.� It was peaceably quiet.� Or at least, as quiet as it got in Tokyo.� They knew that they would have to set up a
press conference within the next few days, but for right now, they were
wallowing in the tranquility.

One of the bodyguards popped the trunk and Eiri got
out to fetch the wheelchair.� Riku took
his mama�s luggage.

Eiri had no idea how his brother-in-law managed to get
hold of it in such a short time.� It was
an electric wheelchair.� It was also one
of only a handful in the whole world.�
Eiri was not sure how it worked, but somehow using the lever on the arm
you could lift the chair up so that the wheels acted like a kind of lift so
when you went out for a walk with someone you could be at the same height.� Another feature the chair had was the ability
to go up and down steps.� That function
scared Eiri.� He could just picture
Shuichi spilling down the stairs face first.�
He had no intention whatsoever in allowing his husband to even try
that.� If he had to, he would carry the
singer up and down the apartment stairs every five minutes if need be, but
there was no way Shuichi was going to walk up those steps in this contraption.

Eiri shook that image aside violently as he unfolded
the chair.� He locked the brakes and
stepped aside to watch Shuichi scoot out of the backseat and into the chair
without any help.� Eiri smiled and felt a
surge of pride.� He retrieved his
husband's suitcase and stood by the trunk, watching as a variety of emotions
swept across Shuichi�s face.� He watched
the effort it took for Shuichi to gather the confidence to overcome his
fears.� Pushing away from the trunk, he
walked up to the singer.� �Ready?�

Not really, Shuichi thought uneasily peering up at the
apartment building.� Swallowing back his
fear, Shuichi smiled at his husband.�
�Yes.�� Or as much as I can be, he
added silently.� He covered Eiri's hand
that rested on his shoulder.� �Let's go
home.�

Shuichi grabbed the lever and propelled himself
forward like a pro.� Riku followed slowly
behind.� He regretted volunteering to
take Shuichi�s suitcase.� It weighed a
bazillion tons.� What in the world did he
have in it?� Bricks?� Marcus followed them inside the building
while Blade went to park the car.� Other
than Koji and Jacob, Shuichi used to have a chauffer.� With him being as well known as he was, it
was impossible for him to take public transportation anymore.� Even in disguise, he was easily
recognizable.� Apparently, Tohma had fired
his driver.� Either that or the man was
on an extended leave of absence.� It was
something Shuichi would have to remember to bring up the next time he saw the
president.

The whole ride up the elevator was a nerve-racking
experience for Shuichi.� Riku was trying
to say something to him, but it was all background noise as with each passing
floor, he felt the anxiety, fear, uncertainty and the ambiguity close around
him.� They clouded his mind, numbing him
to the joy he felt at finally being able to go home.� He gripped his hands together in his lap to
keep them from shaking.� He felt his
heart beating a rapid tattoo in his chest, felt it pounding painfully and heard
the blood rushing in his ears.� He took
deep, even breaths to try to quell the rising panic.� The last thing he wanted or needed was to
start hyperventilating.� He had to be
strong.� He had to overcome this.� He could not let it run his life.�

When the elevator pinged, Shuichi whispered in a
confident voice, �I can do this.�

When the doors slid open, Marcus stepped out first to
do a quick sweep.� When the coast was
clear, he stepped aside and allowed his clients to exit the elevator.� Shuichi flew out of the elevator and down the
hallway, determined not to let this horrible event hold him back, but he could
not stop the memories that came flying back.

---

A shiver ran
down Shuichi's spine.� He did not like
this.� He had a very funny feeling.

��

�Hello,
Shindou-san.�

��

Shuichi
turned, expecting it to be Koji or Jacob, but instead he gasped.� He took a step back as a figure stepped out
of the shadowy doorway.� �Ri�Rinjin.�

��

The singer
continued to back away slowly.� His heart
was racing.� It was beating a rapid and
uneven tempo against his breast.� His
breath came out in wheezing pants.� He was
dry mouthed and his palms were slick with sweat.� He was shaking violently and his stomach was
churning.� Saliva filled his mouth like a
leaky faucet.� He swallowed sharply.� His ran his tongue along lips gone dry.

��

�I heard you
got married,� Yasashii accused angrily as he strode towards the terrified
singer.

��

Shuichi
stared at the man in shock and surprise.�
�H-how did you�?�� The only person
other than Eiri and himself who knew was Seguchi-san.� How had Rinjin found out?� Pale and feeling slightly lightheaded,
Shuichi glanced around him in growing desperation.

��

Yasashii had
always given Shuichi the creeps.� He made
his skin crawl.� It was like watching a
giant black scorpion crawl unceremoniously on a wildlife expert.� The man watched him like a hawk circling its
prey.� He had this creepy smile on his
face whenever Shuichi looked at him; a cat ate the canary kind of look.� It was that smug and condescending.

��

At he watched
the older man stride towards him Shuichi felt his stomach roll.� It was as if he was watching the warden
walking towards his cell knowing that he was not coming to tell him the
Governor had granted him a stay.

��

Shuichi again
licked his lips.� He blinked rapidly to
keep the insane man in focus as his vision swam before his eyes.� His breath sounded unnaturally loud and his
heart felt as if Kei's drums were lodged in his chest.

��

�There's no
one here to interfere,� Rinjin whispered seductively.� �It's just the two of us.� Just like it should be.�

��

Tears filled
Shuichi's eyes and he gave a sob.

��

Eiri, his
mind cried.

��

Images of a
pale, skeletal hand creeping towards him filled his mind.� He felt the cold, icy grip sucking the warm
from him.

��

Eiri, his
mind screamed.

��

This was not
happening!� God, please don't let this be
happening!

��

�I'll teach
you what real love is,
Shu-han.� I'll show you how sweet it can
be,� Yasashii whispered softly.

��

Shuichi shook
his head.� He moaned as the hall tilted
and swayed.� Losing his balance, violet eyes
rolled into the back of his head.� He
mumbled, �Eiri,� then collapsed into a sea of nothingness.� A solitary tear rolled down his cheek.

---

Shuichi shook the memory away and found he was sitting
outside the apartment where his life had taken a drastic and unexpected
turn.� Trembling visibly, he stared at
the newly restored door.� �Eiri?� I want to go in,� he told his husband in a
shaky but firm voice as the blond writer stepped up besides him.

Riku gazed from the apartment door to Shuichi and then
glanced up at his father.� He watched his
father closely.� Wouldn�t it do more harm
than good?� Reliving such an awful
experience?

Eiri knew that it was something Shuichi had to do, but
he was not sure if that would be possible.�
A month after the incident, the police finally released the apartment
and the landlord immediately contacted Rinjin's family and demanded they come
and clear out his things.� He then sent
Eiri a bill for the door and the railing he and Shuichi damaged.� One call to Tohma and the landlord suddenly
reconsidered.� Two weeks after the
apartment had been handed back to the landlord a new family had taken
residence.

Eiri sighed.� �I
don't-�

�Please, Eiri.��
Shuichi turned pleading eyes to his husband.

�Why do you want to go in for Mama?�

Shuichi locked eyes with his son.� He smiled softly.� �Because I have to.�

�But why?�

��It�s something I just have to do.�

Eiri sighed.�
�It's late, Shu.�

Shuichi's face fell.

�Why don't we wait until tomorrow?� I'll talk to the tenants in the morning.�

Shuichi's face brightened.� He held out his arms towards his
husband.� Eiri had a strong urge to just
walk away and leave the man hanging, but decided against that before the thought
finished forming and obliged him instead.�
�Arigato,� Shuichi whispered, hugging his lover tightly.� �Thank you.�

Eiri pulled away, horrified to find he was blushing.

Riku grinned broadly.�
It was rare to his color in his father�s cheeks.� It was something only his mama could do to
him.

Clearing his throat, Eiri turned his back on his
husband and son and dug out his keys.� He
walked into the foyer and stepped aside, watching as Shuichi rolled to the door
and peered inside.� A smile flashed
across his face, chasing away the last of the shadows that had been present
since they pulled up.� Taking a deep
breath, he rolled inside, feeling suddenly as if a giant weight had been lifted
off his shoulders.� He was home.

+---+---+

��

(That Night)

In the three months Shuichi was in the hospital, he
lost considerable weight.� Eiri would
have to make sure he started eating, especially if they planned to have that
family.

A family.�
Eiri's lips tilted into some resemblance of a smile.� He glanced down at the man in his arms.� Shuichi smiled back and rested his head on
his husband's chest.� He never believed
growing up he would get married- and to a guy no less- and want a family.� He never thought he would ever feel this
happy, this complete.

Eiri kissed his husband on top of his head.� Shuichi cuddled against him when a yawn
suddenly came over him.� �Don't even
think about it,� Eiri warned his husband.�
�You aren't going to be able to sleep for a long time.�

Shuichi giggled.�
�Is that a promise?�

�You'd better believe it.�

Eiri kicked open the master bedroom door and marched
inside.� He unceremoniously dropped the
smaller man onto the bed, watching as he bounced lightly.� He felt himself growing hard as he thought
about all the vigorous bouncing this bed was going to be seeing tonight.

Shuichi stared up at him, his eyes shinning and
overflowing with desire.� He giggled as
he lay back on the bed.� �Eiri,� he
whispered.� His voice was thick with
lust.

The writer growled and ripped open his button down
shirt.� The buttons scattered, pinging
each way as if a bomb had gone off among them.�
Eiri really did not care that this particular shirt had cost a couple
thousand Yen.� He had more important
things to worry about.� He tossed the
torn shirt over his shoulder, not caring where it went.� He whipped off his belt, throwing it after
his shirt, than removed his pants along with his boxers in one foul swoop.� He stepped out of his jeans and kicked them
aside.� He stood besides the bed,
watching his husband with unbridled hunger.

Shuichi licked his lips as he watched his naked
husband standing before him.� His eyes
roamed down from Eiri�s pale, round face and gorgeous golden eyes to a
well-toned chest and flat abs, a narrow waist, long legs and the thick meaty
muscle standing erect between them.�
Shuichi's breath hitched at the glorious sight before him.

Sitting up, Shuichi yanked off his half shirt and
tossed it to the floor.� Lying back, he
waited for his husband, knowing exactly what he would do.� He was not disappointed when Eiri grabbed the
waistband of his sweats and yanked them, along with his boxers, off, tossing
them over his shoulder.

Eiri gazed down at his husband's nude body.� He really was noticeably skinnier.� He would be even more so before this night
was over.� Feeling like a predator
stalking his prey, Eiri crawled across the bed and up his husband's body, a
deep growl emanating from his throat.

Shuichi's heart skipped a beat in expectation as he
watched his lover slink his way up his body.�
It was as if the older man suddenly had muscles in places he should not
have.� It was very erotic.� Licking his lips, Shuichi gazed into his
husband's ravenous golden eyes and reached up to trace the hard lines in his
face.� His ran his thumb along the
fullness of his lips and down his chest, his fingers brushing over the sleeping
buds and bringing them instantly to life.

They kissed softly, gently, almost tentatively.� It was delicate, a light caress, in stark
contrast to the fiery urge both had to completely consume one another.�

Without pausing, Eiri's hand stroked up Shuichi's
right leg lightly, brushing up his calf, over his knee and down the inside of
his thigh to tease the edge of him.�

Shuichi linked his fingers behind Eiri's head and
pressed their mouths together hard and firm.�
He ran his tongue along Eiri's bottom lip, nipping it, seeking
entrance.� Eiri opened his mouth
willingly and Shuichi slipped his tongue inside, exploring his mouth.� Eiri's tongue teased Shuichi's back into his
mouth.� He nipped and pulled at the lush,
red lips as his finger slipped inside.�
Shuichi cried into Eiri's mouth, arching his back off the bed, his
fingernails digging into Eiri's shoulders.�

Eiri quickly found that sweet spot and thrust over and
over it, slipping in a second and then a third finger before Shuichi pried his
mouth away from his husband's and cried out, enveloping them both in a white
spray.

Shuichi lay back, panting and sweaty, his limbs
feeling like rubber.

Eiri removed his fingers, pleased with himself.� Walking backwards on his knees, he gazed down
at the wide set shoulders, the flat stomach with its small indentation and perk
nipples, the narrow waist and bony hips and his groin that lay limp now.�

Eiri gazed at the sexy face and the violet eyes that
were only now beginning to focus.�

He leaned down over the heavy weight between the thin
thighs and licked along the shaft as if he was eating an ice cream cone.� Up and down, back and forth until Shuichi
cried out.� Eiri grabbed the base of him
and squeezed.� Shuichi caught his breath
and shuddered, closing his eyes briefly.�
Eiri leaned back down and pulled him into his mouth.� Eiri slid his husband's soft cock all the way
into his mouth and down his throat.� He
took him all in, deep throating him.� He
slid him back out and then, after catching his breath, slid back down,
swallowing him whole once again.� He did
this repeatedly, each time feeling Shuichi's cock harden even more.� He felt Shuichi's body jerking underneath
him.

�Oh, God, Eiri,� Shuichi cried out, his voice thick
with lust.

Eiri raised his head and noticed that Shuichi had
grabbed hold of the headboard, his knuckles white.� He returned to his ministrations, thrusting
his husband in his mouth and down his throat.�
Shuichi writhed, panting heavily, his whole body pulsating with each
breath.� His muscles spasmed and
convulsed, arching off the bed with one cry after another.

�Eiri, please!�
Oh, Kami-sama!� Please!�

Eiri slid his husband's rock hard cock out of his
mouth.� �What is it, Shu-chan?� he asked
the man, his voice just as thick with desire.

�Fuck me!�
Now!� Please!�

�No.�

Half dazed, his mind clouded with lust, Shuichi had a
hard time wrapping his mind around what his husband had said.� �What?�

�I won't fuck you, but I will make love to you.�

Eiri crawled up Shuichi's body and leaned over him in
a sort-of push up motion.� He captured
his husband's lips and kissed him deeply and passionately, transferring all his
pent up desire and hunger into it.� He
possessed his mouth, coveted it and crawled inside.

At the same time, he grabbed Shuichi's ankles and
spread his legs.� Taking hold of his bony
hips, he pulled Shuichi down towards him.�
Grabbing himself, he laid his own hard cock against Shuichi's entrance
and holding Shuichi's hips tightly, pushed inside him one tight inch at a
time.� Shuichi cried out against Eiri's
mouth, moaning at the sensation of his husband pushing his way inside him.� Eiri pressed himself inside his husband until
he hit the end.

Eiri pushed up and watched Shuichi underneath
him.� Shuichi opened his hunger-filled
eyes and stared up at his husband, resituating himself.� He held Eiri's shoulders and squeezed them,
telling him he was ready.� Eiri took his
husband at his word and pulled out slowly, until the tip of him was barely
inside, then just as slowly thrust inside.�
He buried his face in the crook of Shuichi's neck and slowly and gently
pressed inside of him and pulled back out.�
He had to fight the urge to speed up, to take his husband without mercy,
to make him scream bloody murder.

He rocked against Shuichi, both hands on his hips,
holding them together.

Underneath him, Shuichi moaned erotically, thrusting
his hips up and down, meeting his husband.�
His eyes were closed, his mouth hung slack as he moaned and cried out in
passion.� His fingers clawed at Eiri's
shoulders, arching his back off the bed.

Shuichi was so caught up in the hypnotic sensation of
his husband pressing himself inside of him as if he was afraid he would break
that the orgasm took him by surprise.�
His eyes rolled back and he arched off the bed, his hands fisting the
sheets on either side of him.� He cried
out long and loud.

His husband clamped around him, making it harder for
Eiri to thrust inside of him.� He felt the
pressure and pushed inside of his husband one last time before he
exploded.� He groaned, arching his back
and shuddered, releasing his seed.

Panting, Eiri pulled out of his husband, hearing
Shuichi hiss and groan, and collapsed onto the bed next to him.� Shuichi curled up next to Eiri.� Eiri hugged Shuichi to him and kissed the top
of his head.� �Are you okay?�

Shuichi nodded against Eiri's chest.

�Good.�� Eiri
draped his other arm around Shuichi's waist, holding him tightly.

�This is better than any trip to the Caribbean, or the
Bahamas,�
Shuichi whispered sleepily.

Eiri chuckled.

�Just being with you is heaven,� Shuichi whispered.

Within minutes, his breathing
had settled and Eiri realized he was asleep.�
So much for keeping him up all night.�
�Welcome home, Shuichi,� Eiri whispered before he closed his eyes and
fell in the first peaceful slumber in four months.� Hey, the night was still long.� He would give Shuichi a couple hours.

---TBC---

Preview: �Returning�

A/N:� Adding Riku is getting more and
more difficult.� So, I apologize if from
here on out, Riku�s part does not exactly conform to the story.
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