Loving Shu

Shuichi was having an unbelievably good time. He loved going clubbing and always had a fun time, but tonight was especially great. Usually he came with Hiro and Suguru, sometimes Ryuichi or Tatsuha joined them and very, very rarely he could annoy Eiri into attending as well. The problem was that none of them really danced with him.

Eiri flat out refused to set a foot on the dance floor, preferring to stand by the bar and sneer. Hiro and Suguru would dance close to him but they usually found other partners in the crowd as neither of them felt comfortable grinding with their non-single friend. Ryuichi and Tatsuha were both perfectly willing to dance with him, but unfortunately they never stopped there. Dancing with either man devolved into being groped in the middle of the dance floor.

The last time he’d danced with Tatsuha his ass had been covered with bruises from being constantly pinched. When Eiri had seen the damage he had ordered Shuichi never to dance with Tatsuha again and had included Ryuichi in the order simply because he hated the idiotic superstar. He’d also hunted Tatsuha down and taught him exactly why he should keep his hands off what was Eiri’s.
Tonight was different. Tonight he was with someone who would dance with him, who seemed to love the activity as much as he did. He also didn’t have to worry about Aly-chan hitting on him. Like most North American females, Aly-chan was perfectly comfortable dancing in a way that screamed sex without making her partner feel pressured or uncomfortable. The dance was fun and sexy, but the touches were both personal and impersonal at the same time. When dancing with Aly-chan, despite the fact that her hands would run over his body or her hips would move against his, Shuichi never felt like she was hitting on him or saw him as anything but a friend.

Shuichi was still laughing and moving as the last few bars of “Crazy Bitch” faded. Suddenly he felt a chill run up his spine and he slowly turned his head, only to find his eyes locked with a pair of narrowed gold ones. Shuichi gulped. He had forgotten that Eiri was there and that Eiri had never seen him dance with Aly-chan before. Hiro and the others had gotten used to Aly-chan’s laid back attitude when it came to sex and dancing, but Shuichi could tell from the look in Eiri’s eyes that he had completely misinterpreted Aly-chan’s sexy movements.

Shuichi watched as Eiri slowly started to make his way towards them, his eyes filled with a possessiveness that would have sent pleasurable shivers down his spine if he wasn’t so afraid. He moved quickly through the crowd, bumping into people, shouting hurried apologies. When he finally reached Eiri’s side he panted “Eiri, please! It’s not what it looks like. Aly-chan doesn’t think of me that way! We were just dancing! The touches meant nothing! Nothing at all!” Shuichi was desperately trying to make Eiri understand.
“Baka! One: You’re too naive. Two: I don’t care if the touches meant “Nothing” that woman has to learn that nobody, and I mean nobody, is allowed to put their hands on what’s mine!”

“But YUKI!!!” Eiri stared at Shuichi in shock. It had been a while since his baka had called him that; in fact he only reverted to calling him “Yuki” when he was really nervous about something. Before Eiri had a chance to try and figure out exactly what was making Shuichi nervous enough to use that name (and it had to be something big because usually only the threat of physical violence could illicit this response and Eiri had no intention of going that far with the woman.) the owner of the club stepped onto the stage.

“Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the Grand Opening of “The Midnight Rose”. I hope you’re all having as much fun as I am!” He paused as the crowd roared it’s approval. “Now, it time for a very special treat. As most of you know tonight Japan’s very own Bad Luck will be performing, but we here at the Midnight Rose have a surprise for you. Joining Bad Luck on stage tonight will be the Midnight Rose’s own personal dancers, the Thorns.” The owner directed the crowd to gaze around the room and the raised platforms that were sprinkled throughout it. On each platform was a professional dancer, both male and female, whose job was to provide visual entertainment to go along with the audio entertainment of the music. “We also have a special guest joining them tonight. My very good friend Alyson will be joining Bad Luck and the Thorns on stage tonight. Now, Alyson may not dance for a living, but I for one have never seen anything sexier than this woman when she moves.” The owner gave Aly a broad wink as he said the last part, his tone suggestive. The crowd laughed as the woman in question called out “Too bad I’m too much for you to handle!” The man laughed as well before continuing.
“Well, Let’s welcome Bad Luck, the Thorns and Alyson onto the stage!” The crowd cheered and Yuki growled as he watched Shuichi move over to Aly, link his arm with hers and move through the crowd towards the stage.

Shuichi stood bathed in the hot light, his body already glistening with sweat. His heart was pounding, but it always did when he set foot in front of a crowd of people. He loved this feeling, loved the knowledge that his voice would be able to reach out to the crowd and effect them. The lyrics didn’t matter nor did the melody, all that mattered was the emotion he put into his sound. He’d learned the truth of this when he’d out sung Ryuichi simply by humming. His voice alone could make people feel what he was feeling and that was a talent, a gift, more precious than all the musical writing ability in the world. It no longer mattered to him that he had what Eiri called “Zero talent” when it came to writing songs, though even Eiri admitted that not all of Shuichi’s songs sucked completely. Shuichi knew that regardless of the words, as long as he could projects his emotions to the crowd, his message would get across and that’s what was most important to him. Shuichi wanted to use his music to help people believe in love again, to pick them up after a bad day, to make them happy and as long as he could do that (and Eiri was by his side) his life would be perfect.

Yuki watched as Shuichi walked onto the stage. He didn’t speak, just gazed out into the crowd and started humming. Shuichi often did this at concerts, it was his way of drawing the crowd in, making them relax and let the world fade away. He hummed to bring them into the perfect state of mind to listen to his music, it was as if he cast a spell over the audience and it worked every single time.

Hiro and Suguru began to play the intro for “Spicy Marmalade” and Shuichi grinned as the dancers, including Aly-chan moved onto the stage. His smile was the most beautiful thing Yuki had ever seen and he knew that he would never be able to stop Shuichi from doing something that put that look on his face.

Spicy Marmalade These days, people really seem
to be lead astray, with faces hidden by sadness.

What’s making you tremble? Hedonists are the ones who smile.
Lying along these frozen rails is a future that's been planned without telling us.
Eccentricity is an obstacle; passion is absorbing.
Quite a nightmare, isn’t it? Boredom’s fighting back.

Yuki watched as his baka danced around the stage, flitting from dancer to dancer. Aly-chan was over by Hiro following the choreographed moves of the other dancers as she gave him a wink. Shuichi moved over to her, pulling her out of sync with the other dancers and she whacked him on the shoulder playfully before moving back into position as Shuichi moved across the stage.

Spicy Marmalade Now that it’s exploded into being,
seize hold of this evening’s chance.
Vanish into the night these days; people really seem
to be lead astray, with faces hidden by sadness.

Beneath the stage of the pale moon, the sobbing villain screams aloud.
In the sweet contents of the bottle, the fatal reality is a misunderstanding.

Yuki knew he was in trouble. Watching Shuichi sing and dance always made him want to grab the pink-haired brat, drag him off somewhere and fuck his brains out. Yuki would never admit it but Shuichi’s voice always got him hot and it had gotten worse after his baka had confessed one day that while he was singing he always thought of Eiri and when he was singing a suggestive or fast-paced song he thought about Eiri touching him. Now, whenever Shuichi sang all Yuki could think about was what Shuichi was thinking about and it put his hormones into overdrive. Tonight this feeling was increased because when he started to feel possessive Yuki always wanted to fuck Shuichi until he couldn’t walk, proving his ownership of the smaller male.

Mischievously acting like you want it, join the fad yourself.
Quite a problem, isn’t it? Vainly not even noticing...

Spicy Marmalade In your own way,
throw off the chains if they’ve rusted.
Vanish into the night even tonight, so intently gazed upon,
becomes a phantom with the touch of a fingertip.

Yuki shifted uncomfortable, regretting allowing Shuichi to talk him into wearing tight leather pants as the fabric constricted his erection painfully. He refused to touch himself in public, even to shift himself into a more comfortable position, so he stood unmoving and prayed that soon Shuichi would be finished so he could drag him off somewhere.

Spicy Marmalade Now that it’s exploded into being,
seize hold of this evening’s chance.
Vanish into the night conspicuous marmalade
if you’ve decided you’re ready, well, then...

Spicy Marmalade In your own way,
throw off the chains if they’ve rusted.
Vanish into the night these days; people really seem
to be lead astray, with faces hidden by sadness.

Several hours later Shuichi was finally done. There had been numerous encores, that crowd not wanting the show to end, but finally Shuichi had to stop because even his voice was feeling the strain. Yuki stalked towards his prey as the exhausted male stumbled off the stage. He didn’t give Shuichi a chance to catch his breath, wrapping a hand around his arm and dragging him towards the exit of the club. Shuichi gulped as he looked into Eiri’s face. Looks like I’m not getting any sleep tonight. He thought as he quickly waved good-bye to his friends. He only hoped K-san wouldn’t hurt him too badly the next day when it turned out he was too sore and too tired to move, let alone work the next day.