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Give In
To Me

Sequel
to:� �Parental
Revenge�

Written
by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary:�� Bad Luck is heading back into the studio
after their six-month world tour, but Shuichi is not so sure he has it in him
anymore.� Add to that a new enemy and
sudden bouts of nausea and Shuichi is heading for a mental breakdown.

Chapter
Summary: They have been together for ten years and in all
that time, Eiri believes he knows everything about his little lover, but what
if he was wrong?

Warning: M/M,
sexual situation, romance, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, Shuichi/Eiri

Inserts: --

A/N: The
title of this story was taken from a Michael Jackson song off his Dangerous album.� Thank you to angee, catti, Sammy, Havokgrl for your
reviews.� This one is for you!

+---+---+---+

(Last
Time)

�H-hey,�
the girl stuttered around her chattering teeth.�
What little of her face could be seen underneath the fur-trimmed hood
and bright red scarf was as red as Rudolph�s nose.

�Where you
headed?�

�Sa-ppo-ro,�
she managed to say.

�Sapporo?� That�s where I�m going.� Get in.�
I�ll give you a ride.�

�Really?�

�Sure.� You shouldn�t be out in this weather.�

She quickly
scrambled into the car before he could change his mind.� Slipping off her gloves, she held out her
hand as the car slowly pulled back onto the road.� �I�m Karin.�
Rinjin Karin.�

They shook
hands.

�Karin?� It�s nice to meet you.�

�Nice to
meet you, too.�

�So,
Karin, tell me.� What brings you out in
this beautiful weather?�

Karin giggled.

---

Chapter 2

(A Week
Later - Tokyo, Japan)

He watched them from the internet caf� across the
street.�

In his mind, he imagined swinging an axe at that blond
whore�s head.� His grip tightened around
the black mouse.� How dare he?� Who did that monster think he was?� Holding his
Shu-han�s hand like that?� Bastard!

Have fun playing house while you can, he sneered in
his mind.� Because soon, Shu-han will be mine!

+---+---+

Shattering the silent hush that had fallen upon the
condominium, the elevator arrived at the top floor with a ping.� The door slid open and out stepped a blond
haired, blond eyed man standing an inch over six feet tall whose long, shapely fingers
were holding his partner�s hand, a man with a shock of white dyed hair who
stood nearly a foot shorter.� Both
wheeled suitcases behind them as they strolled down the hallway to their
apartment.

There was a clatter of wheels behind them followed
by a grumbling voice.

�Ugh!� Why do
I have to be the porter?�

�Because I said so,� Eiri answered over his
shoulder.

As he lugged behind his parents with their luggage,
Riku stuck out his tongue at his father�s back.

�I saw that.�

Shuichi giggled.

�Saw what?� Riku asked innocently.

Stopping before their apartment, Eiri dropped
Shuichi�s hand to dig out his keys and turned to glare at his son.

Riku looked innocently back.

Shuichi giggled again.� �Eiri,� he scolded as he playfully slapped
the man.� �Be nice.�

After unlocking the door, Eiri flung it open.� Stepping aside, he waved his family
inside.�

Shuichi entered first.� Rising up on his tiptoes, he pressed his lips
against his lovers in a brief, chaste kiss that held the promise of what
tonight would bring.� Eiri�s eyes flashed
dangerously.

When Riku passed him, Eiri gave him a swift smack
upside the head.

�Ow!� Riku cried as his head snapped forward.� �Mama!�
Daddy just hit me,� he whined as he vanished within the apartment with
the trolley that held six months of luggage from the three of them.

�He what?!�
Uesugi Yuki Eiri,� Shuichi shouted from deeper within the apartment.

�I did no such thing,� Eiri replied as he stepped
inside and shut the door behind him.�
�The kid�s delusional.�

�I am not!�

+---+---+

(April �
A Month Later)

�She�s what?!� came the enraged bellow.� �You bastard!�
Cheater!� Pervert!� Liar!�

�Suguru.�

�No!� I don�t
want to hear it!�� With tears prickling
his eyes, Suguru reached behind him for the sleek blue vase and aimed it at his
lover�s head.

With a yelp, Hiro ducked.� The antique ceramic vase they bought while in
Germany
several months back missed him by centimeters.�
It sailed passed Hiro�s flaming red hair and exploded against the wall
behind him.� The jagged pieces sailed
back at him as if the wall held some elasticity.� �Suguru!�
Please,� Hiro pleaded.

�Drop dead asshole!�

He should have known.� What a fool he had been!� Of course, Hiro would go back to her.� He should have known that he was nothing more
than a fling.� Just a warm body with a
hole to fuck when Hiro was horny.� He
could not believe that he had allowed himself to fall in love with him.� Idiot!�
Naturally, all those �sweet nothings� Hiro had whispered in his ear as
they made love night after night had always been intended for her and not him.� He had known, but had allowed himself to be
swayed anyway.� Dammit!

�You said��
Suguru�s voice cracked.� �You said
you weren�t in love with her anymore,� he spit angrily, his voice stronger.

�I�m not!�

�Liar,� Suguru hissed.

�No!� Sug-�

�You said you were going to leave her!� And then you go and get her pregnant!�

�Suguru, please-!�

�Fuck off!�

�No!�� Hiro
swallowed the space that separated them with quick determined strides.� He grabbed his forbidden lover and pulled him
none too gently to him.

Suguru struggled against the vise-like grip.

Hiro tightened his hold in reaction.� �No,� he repeated in a softer, calmer
voice.� �Please, just listen, okay?�

�Why the hell should I?� Suguru snapped.

�Because I love you, Fujisaki Suguru.� And you love me.�

Despite the betrayal and humiliation he felt, the
fight within Suguru dwindled and died.�
How had he ever become so weak?�
Damn this man.� Sighing, he
wrapped his arms around Hiro�s waist and snuggled against his broad chest.� �Alright,� he whispered.� �Alright!�

�Thank you,� Hiro whispered back.

+---+---+

(A Week
Later)

How do you know when it is time to get a new
job?� When you dread waking up in the
morning.� And that was exactly how
Shuichi was feeling a month after returning home from Bad Luck�s six-month
world tour in support of their last album, Loveless.� He had gotten up to see Riku off to school,
but as soon as his son left with Koji who would be acting as his bodyguard until
he returned to New York for the summer, Shuichi made a beeline back to bed.

�Baka.�

Shuichi groaned from the safety of the dark cave
underneath the covers.

�C�mon!�
Let�s go!� Don�t you have a band
meeting?�

Shuichi moaned.

He did actually.�
Suguru had phoned him last night.�
Apparently, it was time once again to gather the troops and discuss
their next CD.� He frankly would rather
spend the rest of the day in bed.� The
thought of getting up, getting dressed and marching his sorry, lazy ass into
the studio made him sick to his stomach.�
It was like the first day of school only ten times worse.

Eiri sighed.�
Striding across the bedroom, he grabbed the blanket and pulled.� The blankets dropped away to reveal his baka curled up in a fetal position in
the middle of the bed.� There were dried
tears on his face.� Eiri was taken
back.� He had never seen Shuichi like
this before.� �Shu?�

Scrunching into a tight ball, Shuichi buried his
face in Eiri�s pillow that he was hugging to his chest.

Letting the blankets drop to the floor, Eiri
rounded the bed and curled himself around his depressed lover.� �Baby,� he whispered as he ran his fingers
through Shuichi�s sweat drenched hair.�
�What�s wrong?�

Shuichi shook his head.� For the life of him, he had no idea.� He just knew that he did not want to get up.

�Did you have a bad dream, or something?�

Again, Shuichi shook his head.� Actually, he not had any nightmares since
they returned home last month.

�Then what is it?�
What�s going on in that empty little head of yours, huh?�

Something inside Shuichi snapped.� Pushing Eiri away from him, he jumped up out
of bed as if he had been shot and glared angrily down at a startled Eiri and
sobbed, �I don�t know!� I don�t know,
okay?�

Knowing it must be something serious if Shuichi did
not scold him, belatedly of course, about calling him an idiot, Eiri crawled
off the bed and enfolded his lithe angel in his arms.

Shuichi wrapped his arms around Eiri�s waist and
burying his face in Eiri�s shirt, starting crying.� His tiny frame shook as he sobbed.� �I don�t know,� he repeated around his tears.

He had been fine.�
Then he received a phone call the other night from Hiro.� Apparently, Ayaka was pregnant.� It was not that he was not happy for his best
friend because he was!� He wished Hiro
all the best.� He knew that Ayaka and
Hiro have been having some troubles lately.�
So, it was good to see that they were working things out.� But for some reason, while he was ecstatic
that his friend was going to be a daddy, it also made him feel like a miserable
mess and also, strangely, a little angry and he did not know why.� Was he jealous?� He knew he has been having this longing for
some time now to have his own baby.�
Everyone else around him was settling down and having a family of their
own and it made him depressed to think that he was the only one stuck in
neutral.� But that was not why he felt
this searing dread about going to NG to discuss Bad Luck�s new CD.

�I don�t know,� he continued to cry.

And that made it so much worse.

Frowning, Eiri hugged Shuichi close.� He felt so helpless.� What was he supposed to do?

+---+---+

Somehow, Shuichi had managed to drag himself out of
bed this morning and make it into the studio, but all he wanted to do was crawl
back into bed with Eiri and have himself a good cry.

The tight black T-shirt that had some obscure decal
across the front stretched tautly as Shuichi crossed his arms over his
chest.� He had one high-heeled booted
foot planted against the wall behind him.�
Leaning against the wall, Shuichi�s puffy, red-rimmed violet tinted jet
eyes that were hidden behind a pair of dark, wraparound shades stared out over
the conference room.� He had put on a
little makeup this morning to hide the fact that he was whiter than the bed
sheets

Across the room in the far corner, Hiro and Suguru
were conversing adamantly in low tones.�
He was beginning to wonder about those two.�

Michael, grinning like a mad man, was lounging at
the long conference table and speaking rapidly in English over his
cellphone.� He was most likely speaking
with his wife Anzu.� Apparently, they
were trying to have another baby.

He could see Jacob as he stood out in the hall.

No surprise.�
Kei and Kai were late.

Sighing, he dropped his leg to the floor and ran
his fingers through his snow-white hair.�
He laced his fingers behind his head.�
The gold hoops in his ears glistened as he turned his head to stare
blankly out the window.

�Are you okay?� asked a sudden voice in his ear.

Shuichi jumped away from the wall with a startled
yelp.� He threw his bassist a nasty look
as he placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart and tried to relearn how to
breathe.� �Dammit, Michael,� he breathed.

�Sorry,� Michael chuckled.

Shuichi heaved a sigh.� Giving him one last look, Shuichi pulled out
one of the chairs at the table and plopped himself down onto it.� It gave him time to process Michael�s
question.� Was he okay?� He shrugged.�
Not really.� �Just tired,� he said
aloud.

Tired.� Could
it really be as simple as that?� It made
sense though.� Bad Luck has been a staple
in the music industry for the past ten years.�
They had what?� Seven albums?� Eight?�
Close to thirty music videos.� At
least thirty-five singles.� They were on
the road for more than six months out of a year for one thing or another.� And not only did he write a majority of their
songs, but he also composed the preliminary music for a great deal of the
tracks and he has begun producing and directing some of their music videos.

But Hiro and he had been a team long before Bad
Luck was ever signed to NG Productions.�
They started Bad Luck back in middle school after Hiro stumbled across
him in the music room during their free period where he had been practicing for
the school talent show.� Hiro introduced
himself and asked if he could jam with him.�
And the rest was history.� So,
close to fifteen years he has been doing this.

Wow, Shuichi thought, has it really been that
long?� No wonder he was tired.

Maybe it was time for Bad Luck to take a
well-deserved vacation.

+---+---+

They were laughing as they stepped off the elevator
and strode confidently down the carpeted hallway.� They inclined their heads in greeting at an
older gentleman dressed in grey overalls who was pushing a cleaning cart.� The patch over his left breast read, �Niwa�.

The sound of raised, angry voices greeted them as
they rounded the corner.

Sighing, Kai ran his fingers through his shoulder
length chestnut brown hair.� �They are at
it again,� he said in disbelief.

A nostalgic smile crossed Kei�s face.� It was just another day in the life of Bad
Luck.� He would expect nothing less from
his cousin and the band�s young manager.�
They have been butting heads since the day Tohma added Suguru to the
group.

�I wonder what Shuichi did this time?� Kai
pondered.

Kei chuckled.

They exchanged sly glances.

�Loser has to wear a dress for a week,� Kei
suggested wickedly.

Kai rolled his eyes.� �Oh, please!�

�Come on, Kai.�
Where�s your-?� Hey!�

�Deal,� Kai laughed maniacally over his shoulder as
he tore down the hall.

�You are so dead,� Kei shouted after his older by
five minutes twin.

The voices grew louder the closer the Shiro twins
got to the conference room.

Arriving at Conference Room 6 first, Kai was the
victor.� Grinning, he stepped over the
threshold too announce their arrival, but stopped short at the scene before
him.

Not having enough warning, Kei collided into
him.� �Hey!�

Kai put his finger to his lips and hushed him.

Standing between him and Hiro was Shuichi�s
American bodyguard, Jacob, who looked uncertain at the yelling match taking
place inside the small, claustrophobic confines of the conference room.

�Fine,� a red-faced Shuichi snapped over the marble
table at the green haired keyboardist turned manager.� �Do as you please!�� Pushing away from the table, Shuichi grabbed
his black messenger bag that had his initials stitched in large pink dauphin font
along the flap.� Strapping his bag across
his chest, he stormed out of the room, pushing roughly passed Kai and Kei as if
he did not see them, with Jacob not too far behind him.

Kai and Kei exchanged a worried, confused
glance.� What that been about?

+---+---+

Shuichi sagged against the back wall of the elevator
as it descended down to the underground parking garage.� His vision blurred behind a veil of
tears.� When a sob escaped into the tight
confinement of the metal box, he slapped a hand over his mouth.

Jacob, who had stationed himself before Shuichi in
the front of the car by the elevator doors, pretended not to notice.

Once he was able to compose himself, he reached
into his bag and pulled out his cellphone with a trembling hand.� He speed dial to call the house.� �Eiri?�
Come pick me up?�

+---+---+

�Uh, what just happened?� Kai questioned as he and
his brother stepped cautiously into the room.

Suguru threw the twins a nasty glare before turning
away with a �humph�.

With a hand on his hip, he raked his other hand
through his hair and Hiro heaved a heavy sigh.�
He was getting too old to play referee.

�Oh, nothing,� Michael answered from the safety of
the far side of the room, which was as far away as he could get from
Suguru.� �Just the end of Bad Luck.�

�What?!�

+---+---+

�So, you quit?�

Shuichi sighed heavily.� Dropping his arms, he pulled his legs up and
wrapped his arms around his knees as Eiri weaved expertly through midday
traffic.� Resting his cheek on his jean
clad knee, Shuichi stared blankly out the tinted Mercedes Benz window as the
city whizzed by in a blur of color.

Shuichi seemed so miserable that Eiri did not have
the heart to tell him to get his feet off the seat.

He grew worried when Shuichi remained silent.� Without taking his eyes off the road, he
reached over and gently tucked a stray strand of Shuichi�s soft locks behind
his pierced ear.� �Baby?�

��No��

He had been outvoted.� Plain and simple.

�How?� Eiri asked him softly.

Shuichi had not realized that he had spoken aloud.

Basically, when Suguru opted to start the meeting
without Kei and Kai, deciding to fill them in when they arrived, the proposal
was submitted through Suguru from Tohma to have some sort of compilation CD.

�Like a greatest hits CD?�

�Yeah.�

�What�s wrong with that?� It�s high time you guys had one.�

Shuichi agreed.�
Truthfully, he was not sure he could go through the rigorous workings of
putting together another album.� He had
nothing in him.� He was totally burnt
out.� So the idea of putting together something
like a greats hits album was a welcomes surprise.� The problem came with the second half of the
suggestion.

Suguru wanted something that various artists have
done in the past.� Like M�tley Cr�e for
example.� Where they put out a 2 CD
album.� The first disk would have some of
their greatest hits while the second CD would be all new stuff.� And in true Bad Luck fashion, it would have
to be finished for release sometime around the New Year.

Eiri cocked an eyebrow at that.� He whistled.�
Bad Luck just returned less than a month ago from a world tour and that
little Tohma clone wanted them to out a 2 CD set full of both greatest hits and
new material and have it all completed in less than nine months?� The kid was worse than K, if that was even
possible.

A tear slid down Shuichi�s face.

He had been sent reeling by the pitch.� Both Hiro and Michael were game.� And he knew that his cousins would be all for
it.� But Shuichi had nearly burst into
tears.

�Oh, hell
no.� No way in bloody hell,� Shuichi had exclaimed.

�Well,
then.� What do you suggest?� Suguru had fired back

Shuichi knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that if
he even attempted to put together this compilation CD that Suguru wanted them
to do, nothing good would come from it.

He was more then game to put together a greatest
hits CD.� Anything more than that and he
could make no promises.

�What the
hell is that supposed to mean?� Suguru
had snapped.

What he was saying was quite simple.� Maybe it was high time Bad Luck took some
down time.� While both Hiro and Michael
had been shocked at the suggestion, especially coming from him, Suguru had gone
on a rampage.

Of course, it was put to a vote and as he had
expected, he was outvoted.� They were
going to put together the 2 CD album.�
But whether Shindou Shuichi was part of that process still remained to
be seen.

+---+---+

September

Spring came and went.� Followed closely by summer and now fall was
knocking at their doors.

Riku had finished the first semester of his second
year of middle school, it was scary how quickly he was growing up, and then
flew right back to New York City
to spend the summer with Yoshiki.

The apartment was quiet without the rambunctious
teenager, his posse and harem of girlfriends tearing through the place, but it
gave Shuichi and Eiri some time alone and they sure as hell used the solace of
the apartment to their advantage.

Then as quickly as it came, summer was over and
with the start of the new semester, Riku was back with a fresh new tan and
another new girlfriend.� Shuichi had
laughed that their son took after his father.�
Eiri had remained silent, but the twitching eye gave his thoughts away.

Ayaka was now five months pregnant and as big as a
house, though to mention it in front of her was nothing short of suicide.�

She had been a little disappointed when she learned
the sex of the baby.� Apparently, she was
having a boy, but had been hoping for a girl.�
She quickly got over that little set back, though.

Shuichi was glad that Hiro and Ayaka seemed to have
been able to patch things up.� The two of
them were married five years ago, against the wishes of Ayaka�s parents�.� It had been a small affair, which Tatsuha had
overseen.� Not long after, they started
having problems.� Ironically, around that
same time, it was leaked to the press about their relationship.� Shuichi wondered if the two were connected. �Though, Ayaka should have known what she was
getting herself into when she started dating Hiro.� It was not as if she had not known what Hiro
did for a living.

It was not as if Hiro and Ayaka had been trying to
hide their relationship, as the tabloids seemed to enjoy suggesting, for one
reason or another. �The truth was, both of
them had had front row seats to the hype, to say the least, surrounding Eiri and
him.� And Hiro had wanted to safe Ayaka
that.� Besides, Ayaka was not in the
business.� She was a �commoner�, so to
speak.� A timid, private girl who kept to
herself.� But of course, it was
impossible to keep things secret for very long when you were in the public eye.

Right before Bad Luck left on tour last fall,
Shuichi would have bet anything that when they returned home, Hiro would find
his belongings at the curb.� To
everyone�s surprise, not only had they worked things out, but were expecting a
baby come December.

But then again, looks could be deceiving.

And then there was Michael.� His half-American friend was to be a
father.� Again.� His wife, Anzu, found out in June.� Come February, there would be another Montgomery-Kagawa
female in the world.

Kei and Kai were both still single and spending
most nights at one club or another.� They
will never change.

As for Shuichi, against his better judgment, he
decided to work on the 2 CD compilation set.�
Mostly because he was outvoted.�
Though, he made it painfully clear that he was against this project and
wanted nothing to do with it, but would fulfill his contract and that after,
they will see.

�What the
hell is that supposed to mean?�
Suguru had asked.

�You�ll
just have to wait and see, won�t you?�
Shuichi had snapped right back.

To say that Suguru and he were not on the best of
terms right now would be an understatement.�
They had never really gotten along, but in recent years, they had
actually started to become something akin to friends.� But now, Shuichi knew that if they did not go
into their respective corners and soon, he was not going to be responsible for
what happened.

Of course, the tabloids were having a field day
with the discourse among the ranks.

Bad Luck was his life.� It was his baby.� He was
Bad Luck.� It may be egotistical to think
such a thing, but it was true nonetheless.�
So he could not very well quit.�
Though as the months continue to tick on by, his stress level and
anxiety grew.� His exhaustion grew.� He has always been known as something as a
crybaby, but the amount of time he spent nowadays curled up in bed bawling his
eyes out had increased.� Now, he could
not promise anything.

Especially now.

�Mama,� called Riku through the house.

�Yeah?�

�Phone!�

Uncurling himself from the couch where he had been
watching the morning news, Shuichi grabbed the remote off the coffee table and
turned off the television.� Then crossed
the living room, rounded the dining table and stepped into the kitchen. �He took the cordless extension from his son
who was dressed in his black high-collared school uniform.� �Hello?�
This is Shindou.�

�Hello, Shindou-san.� This is Dr. Ohtani.�

�Oh!� Hello,
Doctor.�

�Bye Mama!�

Covering the phone with his hand, Shuichi watched
over his shoulder as Riku grabbed his book bag off the table and swung the
thirty-pound monstrosity over his shoulder.�
Riku staggered under the weight.�
�Be careful,� Shuichi called after Riku as the boy stumbled into the
entrance hall to change into his shoes.

�I will.�

�Love you!�

�Love you, too,� Riku returned right before the
door shut.

�Shindou-san,� the doctor�s voice called over the
line.� �We got the results of the blood
test back.�

Shuichi gulped nervously.

A week ago, Eiri had had enough and had put his
foot down, demanding Shuichi go and see the doctor.

�And it seems that congratulations are in order.�

His mind blank, Shuichi blinked stupidly.� �Huh?� he questioned with a deadpanned voice.

�You�re pregnant, Shindou-san.�

The colored drained from Shuichi�s face.� Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, Shuichi
collapsed into the chair behind him.� The
phone slipped out of his grip and clattered to the floor.

He had never been so relieved in his entire life
that Eiri was out on some book tour for the next couple of weeks because he
really would not have known what to tell him.

�Oh, God,� Shuichi moaned.� This could not be happening to him.

---OWARI---

A/N:� If you are new to this series, next is a
twenty-seven chapter story called, �This I Promise You� and after that, a
thirty-six chapter story called �Because of You�.�

If you
are a returning visitor, then know that �This I Promise You� will be getting an
edit job to include Riku.� You see when I
originally wrote it, it was before Gravitation EX.� So I had no idea he even existed.

And also
for those who have read �This I Promise You� and �Because of You�, this was
it!� I hoped you enjoyed it.� This series is now officially over.� It has been a long journey.� I have no plans of writing another
sequel.� Time to move on.

JA!
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