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The Bet	By : Rhonda Category: Gravitation > General Views: 9291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Tuesday—Day One.

“I’ll have a Porterhouse, well done with the salad and baked potato and a glass of red wine. Thank you very much.” Yuki handed his menu back to the waiter.

“Make that two, only make mine medium and I’ll have a sparkling water with lime, please. Thank you, Sir.” Tatsuha looked at his brother. “I’m starving.” He smiled and sat back enjoying the feel of the sun on his face as they sat at an outdoor table.

Yuki pulled on his cigarette.

“So, brother mine, how’ve you been?” Tatsuha asked grinning broadly. “Been up to anything new lately?”

“Just work.” Yuki exhaled. “You look awful chipper for someone who’s been half a day without. You’ve lasted…” he looked at his watch. “12 hours and 58 minutes longer than I thought you would.”

“Just goes to show you. Never underestimate a man in love. See, what Ryu and I have is more than just physical. It’s spiritual. It’s congenial. It’s…”

“Communicable.” Yuki finished the sentence for him. He looked at his brother carefully as he continued to wax poetic about the thousands of virtues of Ryu. Tatsuha really was telling the truth, he decided after a minute. His brother might be a lot of things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them. Not for lack of trying though, Yuki thought.

“What about you? How are you faring?”

Yuki shrugged. “No big deal.” He didn’t mention that he’d left while Shuichi was still asleep and that he expected him to be gone to the studio by the time he got home. Today would be a piece of cake.

Tatsuha watched his brother closely. Contrary to what most people thought, the great Eiri Yuki wasn’t a solid wall of non emotion. Things like anger, exasperation, frustration and his personal favorite, sarcasm, were usually in tall supply. It’s when those things completely disappeared and Yuki’s carefully constructed façade seemed too perfect, was when something was up. The fact that he was being smarmy meant that he was still in the game.

“Well, lie all you want,” Tatsuha said, “I feel good.” He did actually. He’d gotten up that morning, packed Ryu’s well-balanced lunch into his Digimon bento box and seen him off to work with a peck on the cheek. He’d performed a wedding and a baby blessing and still had time to meet Yuki. The sun was shining, the air was warm and he didn’t even miss the fact that he’d skipped his pre-breakfast, after first morning bathroom shag with his honey. Life was good.

Their food arrived.

“So, what?” Yuki said after their waiter had left. “This is only the first day. And just because you haven’t had sex with Ryu doesn’t mean that you haven’t lost. Are you still Master of Your Domain?” Yuki peered at his brother.

Tatsuha laughed. “Are you kidding? I’m Lord of the Dance!” He did a little Riverdance under the table and took a huge bite of his steak.

*** ***

“YUUKIII!” Yuki opened the door and was almost knocked down by a bouncing Shuichi. Yuki pried himself loose.

“I thought you were going to be at the studio today?”

“We’ve been having such long recording sessions lately, K thought it’d be a good idea to have a day off.”

“Did he now?” Yuki narrowed his eyes. Damn him. I was looking forward to having the day to myself.

“Now I can spend the entire day with you!” Shuichi grabbed hold of Yuki again.

“I have to work on my book.” Yuki tried to put some distance between himself and Shu. Shu shadowed him, pouting.

“But I thought you’d be happy to see me. You haven’t seen a lot of me lately and after last night, I thought you’d want to, you know, catch up?” Shu turned around and wiggled his ass for Yuki.

Yuki tried to look away but it was too late. A dancing ass in denim cut offs was burning its way onto the back of his retinas.

“I’m up against a deadline.” Yuki pushed past Shuichi and went into his office closing the door behind him. A minute later, Shuichi came in after him.

“Out!” Yuki barked, mad with himself for not locking the door.

Shuichi looked crestfallen. “I know you have to work on your book, but I just want to spend time with you. Look.” He held up a magazine. “I’ll just sit here quietly while you work. I swear, I won’t say a word!” Without waiting for a response, he perched himself on the corner of Yuki’s desk and began reading the latest copy of Super Cutie Honey Boy.

Yuki’s first impulse was to tell him to get his ass off his desk, but since he really was sitting there quietly, he decided not to push his luck and went to work instead. A few minutes later, the sound of rapid fire typing filled the air.

Suck.

…She looked at her lover breathlessly….

Slurp.

…He held her close and stared into her eyes…

Smack.

…Pulling her close, he slurped…

Yuki re-read what he’d just typed. Slurped?

Suck.

Yuki looked over at Shuichi. He was still sitting there reading his magazine with his short legs swinging absently back and forth. Only now there was the addition of a large bright red lollipop which was currently being swirled back and forth over his cherry red lips. Shuichi took the lollipop in his mouth and pulled it back out again. He did it again. And again. In and out, in and out, in and out. Then he slowly flicked his reddened tongue over the top of the pop, curling it up over the top, down the sides and then back up again. He continued this in a languid, lazy manner for a bit before he finally he went back to going down on it.

At some point, Yuki’s mouth had fallen slightly open. He followed the motion of the lollipop with his eyes, around and around, flick, up, curl, down, tongue lick, tongue lick. Wash, rinse, repeat. The candy was getting better treatment than he’d had all day. He felt himself harden at the sight.

He tried to ignore it and went back to typing.

Slurp.

He hunkered down over the keyboard.

Lick.

His ears began to strain to hear the next suck…

Suck.

He began to sweat.

His dick asked him how much more he was going to put them both through.

Shuichi let go of the stick and began pulling the lollipop in and out via suction.

“That’s it!”

Yuki jumped up, hitched Shuichi up by the seat of his pants, opened the door and tossed him out into the hallway, slamming the door closed behind him. He could hear Shu crying on the other side of the door.

“What did I do???” he wailed between hiccups.

“You’re driving me crazy licking that damn lollipop!” Yuki barked back through the door.

“I’ll stop! Please, I just want to spend time with you!”

Yuki gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. “NO, pumpkin, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. YOU’RE DISTRACTING ME FROM MY WORK, muffin! I JUST NEED TO FINISH A BIT MORE, honey, AND I’LL SPEND SOME TIME WITH YOU. OK… sweetie???”

I’ll do it to you if you want!”

“NO, I DON’T WANT!”

Shuichi screamed in horror. “You don’t want me anymore????”

Yuki snatched the door open. “When did you hear me say that you moron? Of course I want you!”

“YUUUKIII!” In flash, a super deformed Shuichi attached himself to Yuki’s leg and began humping it like a Chihuahua in heat.

“STOP!!!” Yuki flung him off and slammed the door back shut.

Shuichi started to cry again.

*** ***

Tatsuha slept through the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening. With Ryu at the studio, the house was empty and quiet and just what Tatsuha needed to get a little shut eye after the many grueling hours of sex he’d had to perform the previous afternoon in the name of winning the bet.

The things I do… he murmured in his sleep. His dreams were filled with Technicolor images:

Of him shagging Ryu…

Of Ryu shagging him…

Of them shagging each other while the Spice Girls sang…

Tatsuha smiled in his sleep. I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want…

“You want me to do this?” his Technicolor Ryu asked as he began nuzzling Tatsuha’s neck.

Mmm…yeah. Tatsuha sighed.

“You want me to do this?” Technicolor Ryu followed the nuzzling with gentle chewing.

Mmm…that’s the spot. Keep doing that. Tatsuha moaned in his sleep.

“You want me to do this?” Technicolor Ryu’s hands moved down to the front of Tatsuha’s pants and began massaging the tent there.

Oh god yeah…That’s what I want, what I really, really want…

He could feel Technicolor Ryu unzipping his pants, his soft kisses going further and further south…

Tatsuha’s eyes snapped open. He looked down and there straddling him was Living Color Ryu.

“Oh My God!” Tatsuha scooted backwards and hit the headboard.

“Keep singing. I like the Spice Girls.” Ryu bent down to finish what he’d started. Tatsuha tried to back himself through the headboard.

“Stop!!”

“But Ta-kun, I’m not finished.”

“You’re finished!”

Ryu smiled. “Is it a game? Can I play too?” He unzipped his own pants.

“Jesus, no!”

“You be it first, ok?” Ryu opened his mouth and moved to go back to work.

“NO!!” Tatsuha screamed.

“YES!!” Tatsuha’s dick screamed.

“You want me to be first? Ok.” Ryu began taking off his own pants.

“NO!!” Tatsuha screamed.

“YES!!” Tatsuha’s dick screamed.

“You stay out of it!! Brain, DO SOMETHING!!”

Tatsuha’s brain spun into high gear. “Stand down, Soldier! Return to civilian posture at once!” shouted Tatsuha’s brain.

“But Sir, we’re behind enemy lines and we’re going down fast! We WANT to go down fast!” replied his dick.

“Who are you talking to?” Ryu asked.

“Soldier, STAND DOWN!! That’s a DIRECT ORDER!!”

“Yuki will never know, Tatsuha.” Tatsuha’s dick said, changing tactics. “You’ve got all night to come up with an evasive maneuver for him.”

“Evasive maneuver? That’s it! MOVE, STUPID!” Tatsuha’s brain shifted his body to the left. Ryu cut him off at the pass.

“Are we playing Naked Tag now? It’s supposed to be Naked Twister Tuesday today, but ok.” His hand shot out and grabbed Tatsuha’s conflicted soldier. “Tag, you’re it!!”

“AWOL!!!” Tatsuha’s dick tried to make a move.

“HOLY SHIT!” Tatsuha wrenched himself from Ryu’s grasp (the friction of doing so almost costing him the bet on the spot) then tried to make a dash out of the room--forgetting that his pants were undone. He clipped his chin as he slammed to the floor ass up, tripping over his pants, which were down around his knees.

“Yaay! Naked Tag!” Ryu stood up on the bed and spread his arms wide. “Flying Squirrel!” and launched himself into the air.

Tatsuha rolled out of the way just in time to miss being impaled in a most precious place. He continued to roll out of the room, down the hall and into the bathroom. He kicked the door shut and locked it behind him. He could hear Ryu laughing and rolling right behind him.

“Tatsuha?” Ryu knocked at the bottom of the door softly. “Come out and play with me Tatsuha. You’re it!”

A droopy thought bubble flashed an image of brain stem cells dressed as military police dragging Tatsuha’s dick off to the brig kicking and screaming.

“You can’t do this to me!! I want to talk to my C.O.!! TATSUHA!!!”

Tatsuha sat on the cold tiled floor in the dark and wept.

*** ***

That night:

Shuichi slept fitfully having cried himself to sleep hours earlier.

Yuki lay awake trying to think of a way to legally ban cherry lollipops from being sold in the greater Tokyo region.

Ryu fell asleep on the hallway floor outside of the bathroom waiting for Tatsuha to come out and play Naked Tag with him.

Tatsuha sat awake in the bathroom, in the dark, listening to his dick sing while locked in the brig.

“Nobooody knows the trouble I seen…Nobooody knows my sorroooow…

Noboooody knows the trouble I seen….gloraay halleluuujaaah….”

Tatsuha had no idea his dick could sing bass.

End Chapter 2: Tueday--Day One

Author’s Note:

C.O.: Commanding Officer

AWOL: military term for Absent Without Leave or sometimes Absent Without Official Leave
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