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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:�
AU.� What was supposed to be a one-night
stand, changes their lives forever.

Chapter summary:�

Warning: shouta, angst, drama, romance, m-preg,
language, m/m hentai, OC, OOC

Inserts:�

A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� Thank you to FMAohshc, RRW, UnratedCrimsonBlood,
Acherona, Nusku for your reviews.

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Chapter 19:
Vanish Into the Night

Sitting at his desk, listening intently to what his
two guests were relaying to him with a blank expression on his face, Tohma
seemed to glow red in the setting sun that streamed in through the window
behind him.� The leather squeaked as
Tohma sat back in his chair.� He looked
from one man to the other.� �Are you
sure?� he asked once they were finished.

��

Ryuichi nodded.�
�Yes.�

��

�It's a big responsibility, Ryu.�

�I know, but this's something I want to do�It�s
something I should�ve done a long time ago.�

��

Tatsuha gave Ryuichi's hand a gently but firm
squeeze.� �It's something we want
to do,� he corrected.

��

Ryuichi smiled at him, his eyes sparkling with
gratitude and appreciation.

��

Tohma regarded both men silently for several long
seconds.� Both Ryuichi and Tatsuha fought
against the overwhelming urge to squirm under his intense stare.� Finally, Tohma leaned forward.� �You're both set on this?�

��

Tatsuha and Ryuichi nodded curtly.� �Yes,� they said together.

��

�All right,� the president said, sitting back.� �I'll get the necessary paperwork started.�

��

Ryuichi grinned at his long time friend.� �Thanks Tohma!�

��

Tatsuha nodded at his brother-in-law.� �Thank you.�

��

Tohma inclined his head.� He has known Shuichi since he was born and he
loved the pink-headed teen.� He was like
his little brother and Tohma would do anything for him, but when Nittle Grasper
started to take off, he had not had as much time to devote to the boy.� From what Tatsuha and Ryuichi told him about
how the kid's life has been it was clear it had been a huge mistake on his part
to let his career take all of his time.�
Starting right now, he would make up for that.� �Now, all you have to do is convince
your parents to sign over custody.�

��

Tatsuha snorted.�
He crossed his arms over his chest.�
�I don't think we have much to worry about.�

��

Ryuichi's smile slipped as he thought about everything
Shuichi had to endure not only in the short sixteen years of his young life,
but also just in the last week and a half.

��

Pushing away from the desk, Tohma stood up, signaling
an end to the meeting.

��

Tatsuha and Ryuichi both stood in unison.

��

�Thank you, Tohma, for everything you're doing.�

��

Tohma's face warmed with a genuine smile.� �Of course, Ryu.�

��

Tatsuha inclined his head and repeated his
thanks.� As both men turned to leave,
Tohma called after them, �Tell Shuichi he has the next few days off to
recuperate, but to expect to work twice as hard to make up for all this lost
time once he returns.�

��

Ryuichi snickered and Tatsuha snorted.� Tohma would always be Tohma.� Telling the young president they would pass
on the message, they left.

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Tohma sat hunched over his desk, his chin resting on
his laced hands.� His eyes were hard and determined.� Snapping out of his retrieve, he buzzed his
secretary.

��

�Yes, Mr. Seguchi,� came the polite voice over the
line.

��

�Get Mr. Saga on the line.�

��

�Yes, Sir.�

��

�Then call my wife and tell her I�ll be late getting
home.�

��

�Certainly, Sir.�

��

Tohma sat back in the chair and rested his two index
fingers against his lips.

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�Okay, thanks,� Eiri spoke into the receiver.

Without saying goodbye, he hung up the phone on his
brother and headed down the hall towards the living room where Shuichi was
watching television.� Or had been.� Eiri blinked at the empty couch.� The television was off and the remote was
sitting precariously on the farthest edge of the table.� It appeared as if it had been tossed
hastily.� He glanced around the room and
spied Shuichi sitting in front of the patio doors, the setting sun beating down
on him.� He was hunched over something in
his lap and furiously scribbling away.

��

Eiri watched in rabid fascination as his young lover
suddenly stopped whatever it was that he was writing and tilted his head back,
eyes closed and hummed, tapping his pencil against what he could clearly see
now was a notebook.� Silence reigned once
again as Shuichi stopped humming and continued writing, a look of absolute concentration
on his face.

��

God he is cute, Eiri thought as he watched the boy
bite his lip.

��

Smirking, Eiri went back into the kitchen to finish
working on dinner.

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Eiri set the final dish on the table and walked to the
kitchen doorway.

��

�Shuichi!�
Dinner!�

��

He hoped Shuichi was finished with whatever he was
working on.� There is nothing worse than
being interrupted when inspiration hit.�
Any kind of disruption could spell disaster.

��

He went to the fridge to grab a beer for himself and
juice for Shuichi.� He set the cold can
in front of his plate and poured the juice in a tall glass for his young
lover.� He knew Shuichi preferred pop,
but starting right now the kid was going to be on a strict diet.� Eiri returned the juice to the fridge and was
about to take his seat when he realized he had forgotten the chopsticks.� He opened a drawer behind him and as he
reached in, he heard the sound of shuffling feet behind him.� Setting the chopsticks besides the plates, he
sat down and watched as Shuichi entered the kitchen with a worried look on his
face.� Shuichi sat down at the table,
biting his lip.

��

�What�re you working on?� Eiri asked curiously, as he
dumped some rice onto his plate.

��

Shuichi blinked, snapping out of his retrieve and glanced
across the table at Eiri.� The plate of
steamed vegetables stilled in his hands.�
�Huh?�

��

Eiri rolled his eyes and sighed as he put some noodles
on his plate.� �What.� Were.�
You.� Working.� On.�

��

�Oh!�� Shuichi's
face brightened and a huge smile split his face in two.� He set the vegetables aside and took the
plate of noodles from Eiri.� �I was
watching this anime,� he explained as he dumped some noodles onto his plate then
set the dish aside.� He picked up the
rice and used his chopsticks to sweep a large amount onto his plate.� �It's 'bout these two guys who meet in the
park and fall in love.�� He set the rice
dish aside and shoved some noodles into his mouth.� �And I suddenly-�

��

Eiri grimaced.�
�Don't talk with your mouth full,� he ordered using his chopsticks to
sweep some rice into his mouth.

��

Shuichi finished chewing the noodles and
swallowed.� �Sorry.�� He took a sip of the juice.� �Anyway, I was watching this anime, I forgot
what it was called, and I suddenly got hit by an idea for a song.�

Eiri took a sip of his beer.� �I thought your debut album was going to be a
collection of all your old stuff.�

��

Shuichi nodded as he shoved some rice into his
mouth.� He chewed the food and waited
until he swallowed it before speaking.�
�We are, but that doesn't mean I stop writing.�

��

�Hn. Were you having trouble with it?�

��

Shuichi shook his head.� �Nuh uh,� he mumbled around a mouth full of
vegetables.

��

Eiri waited for the kid to clarify that, but got only
silence.� �Okay,� he prodded, �so what
were you thinking about so intently when you came into the kitchen?�� He stuffed some beans into his mouth and
washed down the greens with a gulp of beer.

��

Shuichi swallowed the food in his mouth.� Without lifting his head, he played with the food
on his plate, swirling the noodles around with his chopsticks and mumbled
something.

��

Eiri choked on the bean/beer stew in his mouth.� He covered his mouth with his hand, as he
started coughing.� Banging his chest with
his fist, he swallowed the mixture painfully.�
His eyes were watering.� Still
coughing, he reached for his beer and took another sip.� Clearing his throat, he glared at the
boy.� �What?� he demanded angrily.� He better have heard him wrong.

��

Shuichi snapped his head up and glared defiantly at
Eiri.� �I was thinking about Taki.�

��

Eiri clenched his beer can.� Growling, he gritted his teeth.� The silence of the kitchen was shattered by
the unnaturally loud crinkling of the beer can under the pressure of the
romance author�s grip.� �Why the fuck
were you thinking about that asshole?� he asked evenly.� He had to fight the urge to reach across the
table and smack that brainless idiot upside the head.

��

Under his lover's intense, angry glare, the boldness
he felt earlier withered and died.�
Shuichi cowered away from Eiri as far as he could without having to
leave the table.� He dropped his head and
fiddled with his hands in his lap.� Tears
blurred his vision and his chest tightened as he fought the urge to cry.� He bit his lip to keep it from trembling.

��

Eiri sighed and rolled his eyes.� Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said
softly and calmly as he tried to curtail his anger, �After what that asshole
did to you-�

��

The defiance was back.�
Shuichi lifted his head and stuck his chin in the air.� His mouth was set in a grim line as he glared
at Eiri.� �I know what he did,� he
snapped.� His voice quavered slightly.� He sucked in a shaky breath.� �Better than you do,� he added.� Shuichi's jaw trembled and tears filled his
eyes again.� Big fat tears rolled down
Shuichi's face.� He sniffled.� �But I just want to know�if he's��

��

�Who the hell cares,� Eiri snapped.� �Taki Aizawa is a fucking asshole!� After everything he's done to you he deserves
to-�

��

Shuichi shook his head violently.� Tears free flowed down his face.� He took a deep breathe, sobbing.� �I know, but I don't�I mean, he's��

��

Eiri sighed once again.� It seemed as if he has been doing that a lot
since he met the kid.

��

Shuichi was the kind of person who would not wish
anything even on his worst enemy, no matter what he may have done.� He was the sweetest, kindest person Eiri had
ever known.� In his mind, despite
everything Taki did to him, the man did not deserve to be killed.� On top of that, Taki was the father of his
unborn child; well, biological father anyway.

��

�Fine,� he sighed.�
�I'll call the hospital later.�

��

Like the sun breaking through the clouds after a
torrential storm, Shuichi smiled brightly.�
His eyes softened and his tears dried.�
He clasped his hands in his lap and bounced in his seat.� �Really, Eiri?�

��

Eiri could not stop a small smirk from flashing across
his face.� �Yes, now, finish eating.�

��

The two of them finished eating in silence, enjoying
one another's company.

��

When he finished eating, Eiri leaned back in his
chair, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.�
Inhaling deeply, he exhaled a long thin stream of smoke and watched in
rabid fascination as Shuichi all but inhaled his dinner.� He raised an eyebrow as Shuichi piled on more
food as soon as he could see the bottom of his plate.� Where in the world does he put it all, he
thought shaking his head.

��

Once his plate was clean, Shuichi stood up and
gathered the dishes, including Eiri's, and put them in the sink.� He placed the stopper in the drain, squeezed
out some dish soap and let the sink fill with hot water.� Eiri watched in amusement as Shuichi then
grabbed some empty plastic containers from a bottom cupboard and began putting
the leftover food away.� Once the last of
the containers was put in the fridge, he shut the faucet off so that the water
did not overflow and began washing the dishes.

Eiri leaned back in the chair and inhaled deeply on
his cigarette.� He is such a good wife,
he thought jokingly.� �Oh, before I
forget,� Eiri said, breaking the silence after several minutes.

��

�Hm.�

��

�Tatsuha called earlier.�

��

�Why?� Shuichi asked, not turning around.� He was hoping his brother-in-law had not
changed his mind and wanted him to come home.

��

�He said Seguchi gave you the next couple of days
off.�

��

The dishes forgotten, Shuichi went tense.� His eyes grew wide.� �He, he, Tohma�Does he�?�

��

�Yes, he knows,� Eiri finished.� He tossed his cigarette butt into his beer
can.

��

�What?!��
Shuichi gripped the edge of the sink until his knuckles turned white.

��

Eiri shook his head as he stood up.� He stood behind his lover and wrapped his
arms around his tiny waist.� He leaned
his chin on the boy's bony shoulder.� He
closed his eyes and breathed in Shuichi's sweet strawberry scent.� �Don't worry.�
He won't say anything.�

��

�H-how can you-?�

��

�You've known Seguchi for almost as long as I have.�

��

�Well, yeah, but��

��

�Then you should know he won't say anything, especially
if it'll come back to bit him on the ass.�

��

Shuichi thought about that.� Eiri had a point.

��

Smiling, he sighed and leaned into the warmth of his
lover's arms.� He turned his head, buried
his nose in Eiri's shirt and breathed deeply.�
Eiri had a spicy, piney scent buried underneath the scent of stale
cigarette.� He would have to get Eiri to
either quit all together or cut back on smoking now that they were going to
have a baby.

��

Shuichi wrapped his arms around his lover�s arms and
sighed, snuggling back into the hardness of Eiri's chest.� The writer tightened his hold and nibbled on
Shuichi's neck.� Shuichi sighed and
tilted his head to the side, which allowed Eiri greater access.� One of Eiri's hands trailed down the front of
the boy to cup him.� He heard Shuichi's
sharp indrawn breathe.� The boy moaned
and thrust his hips into the touch.� Eiri
squeezed him, drawing out a loud, long cry from his lover.� He bit the side of Shuichi's neck.� The boy gave a sharp yelp in response.� Chuckling, Eiri licked and planted a kiss on
the bite.� He examined his handiwork,
smirking in self-satisfaction at the red wound.�
An overwhelming sense of possessiveness washed over him.

��

�Leave the dishes for later,� he whispered huskily in
Shuichi's ear.

��

Shuichi drew in a shuddered breath.� Turning around in Eiri's arms, Shuichi draped
his arms around Eiri's neck, fingering the ends of his golden locks and stared
deeply into his golden hazel eyes.

��

Eiri tightened his hold on his young lover.� He stared deeply into Shuichi's exotic purple
eyes, his hands dangling around the small, tight, round globes of the boy's
ass.� Unable to restrain himself, he gave
into temptation and squeezed Shuichi's butt, which essentially pulled Shuichi
tightly up against him.� Their hardening
cocks rubbed together.� Shuichi tossed
his head back and gave a throaty cry as a jolt of pleasure raced down his
spine.

��

Eiri dipped his head and placed a chaste kiss on
Shuichi's lips.� Pulling back, he glanced
into Shuichi's eyes and caught his breathe.

��

God, he loved this boy!

��

Unable to contain himself any longer, he captured
Shuichi's lips.� The hand around the
boy�s waist reached up and gripped the back of Shuichi's neck while the other
one splayed against the boy's behind, holding his tiny, lithe body against
his.� Even through the thick fabric of
their jeans, he could feel the hard bulge constricted inside the tight confines
of Shuichi's boxers pushing against his own hardened one.� The feeling brought a groan deep in his
throat and a breathy moan from his young lover.

��

He suckled, bit, nibbled and licked, taking possession
of Shuichi's mouth.� Shuichi moaned and
leapt up, wrapping his legs around Eiri's waist, throwing the writer off
balance.� Eiri returned his hands to
Shuichi�s ass while Shuichi ground himself against the hard protuberance poking
into him.� He ripped his mouth from Eiri
and tossed his head back, hissing and crying out as another jolt of pleasure
raced through him.

��

�Oh, God,� he cried.�
�Eiri!�� Panting, he gazed into
his lover's eyes.

��

God, Shuichi was so sexy!� He was flushed and hard with excitement.� His eyes shinned with unbridled lust.� Saliva dribbled down his chin.� Eiri felt himself growing harder and hotter
just watching his little lover.� As
Shuichi's pink tongue poked out of his mouth and ran along his full-just-kissed
lips, Eiri had to restrain himself from coming right then.

��

Growling, Eiri ate greedily at his teenaged lover's
mouth as he walked them out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the
bedroom.� Shuichi moaned into Eiri's
mouth as Eiri pulled on his lower lip.�
The vibrations sent tiny jolts of pleasure through Eiri's body.

��

Eiri shut the door behind him with his foot and heard the
soft click as he walked them both towards the bed, not once pausing in his
ravishing of his lover's mouth.� Crawling
across the mattress on his knees, he fell forward unceremoniously, with Shuichi
still latched onto him.

��

The breath was knocked out of Shuichi as Eiri
collapsed on top of him.� He giggled, a
smile splitting his face.� He set his
feet on the bed, his arms wrapped loosely around Eiri's neck.� �I love you, Eiri,� Shuichi whispered,
searching the older man's face.

��

A gentle smile warmed Eiri's face.� �I know,� he whispered, pecking him on the
lips.

Eiri captured Shuichi's lips.� The kiss slowly deepened and filled with all
the love and passion the lovers felt for one another, but managed to stay
gentle.� Shuichi parted his lips just as
he opened his legs for his one true love time and again.� As Eiri slipped his tongue into Shuichi's
mouth- their tongues dancing and caressing each other's- one hand trailed down
the front of the boy's shirt and popped open the buttons.� He spread open Shuichi's shirt and ran his
hand over the kid's bare chest, across the sensitive hardened buds of his
nipples.� Shuichi ripped his mouth away
from Eiri's and tossed his head back with a loud moan.� Eiri's hand tailed lower and hit something
hard and round.� Curious, Eiri sat back
and glanced down.� His eyes widened in
surprise at what he was holding in his hand.

��

Confused, violet eyes fluttered open.� Shuichi blinked, trying to focus both his
mind and his eyes.� �Eiri?� What�?�

��

Eiri looked from the ring to his boyfriend.� �You kept it,� he whispered in shock.

��

Shuichi blinked, confused.� �Huh?�
Kept what?�

��

�My ring.�

��

Shuichi dropped his chin to his chest and tried to see
what Eiri was talking about.� There,
around his neck, was the band Eiri left on the pillow that first night.� He blushed deeply.� �Of, course.�
You gave it to me.� It was a
present from my Eiri.�

��

Eiri's heart swelled.�
He kissed Shuichi deeply.� Shuichi
moaned and wrapped his arms around Eiri's neck.�
Eiri kissed along his jaw and down his neck.� Shuichi �mmm'ed� as Eiri kissed and licked
his way down his chest.� His tongue
lapped at Shuichi's nipples.

��

�Please,� Shuichi huffed out before Eiri bit
down.� The teenaged singer laced his
fingers through Eiri's hair and gasping, tossed his head back.� He cried out as Eiri pulled at his nipple
with his teeth.� There was pain, but the
pain was not hurtful.� The pain felt good.� It was addicting, just as having Eiri's huge
cock inside of him was.� �I want
you!� God, I want you!� Please!�
Put your dick inside of me!�
Please!�� His face grew warm as he
cried out his demands.

��

A grin tilted the corner of Eiri's lips.� Shuichi was so cute when he blushed.

��

Standing up on his knees, he undid the top few buttons
of his shirt and then lifted it over his head without bothering to undo the
rest.� He tossed the shirt over his
shoulder, not caring what happened to it.�
He dropped back onto his hands and knees and kissed Shuichi deeply,
plundering his mouth as if he would crawl inside.� Meanwhile, his hands trailed lightly down
Shuichi's body to his jeans.� He snapped
them open with practiced ease.� Sitting
up, a trail of saliva linking them, Eiri hooked his fingers around the hem of
the boy's jeans and boxers and pulled them down in one swift yank. �He threw them to the floor.

��

Eiri's breath hitched as gazed down at the boy.� Shuichi was incredibly beautiful.� His member was engorged and standing at
attention, saluting him in all its fine glory from between tuffs of black
hair.� His lithe toned body was slick and
shinned with sweat.� His chest rose and
fell rapidly.� The side of his neck was
red from where he had been marked.

��

Shuichi, as he was being studied by his partner,
examined Eiri in turn.� The man was
gorgeous beyond words.� He was not muscular
and did not have a body builder's frame, but his toned muscles were accentuated
by the sweat that slicked across his body.

��

He sat up and reached for the button of Eiri's
jeans.� He slipped the button out of the
hole and yanked down the zipper, having a difficult time because of how tight
the front of his lover�s pants were.�
Raising his eyes, violet eyes locked with golden hazel ones.� He watched Eiri through passion filled eyes
as he reached inside his jeans and grabbed Eiri's hard length.

��

Eiri grabbed fistfuls of his young lover's dark pink
hair and moaned deeply.

Shuichi squeezed Eiri.�
He heard the writer suck in a breath.�
Shuichi found he liked hearing Eiri make noises, especially if he was
the one causing his lover to make said noises.�
He stroked Eiri's cock, still watching him.� If possible, Shuichi found himself getting
even harder as he watched his lover's eyes glaze over and roll back.� He started panting as an expression of
eroticism cross Eiri's face.� Freeing
Eiri's cock from the confining restriction of his jeans, Shuichi ran his thumb
over the head, dipping his finger into the pre-come.� Making sure Eiri was watching him; Shuichi
raised his finger to his lips and licked the milky coating off seductively.

��

Growling, Eiri grabbed Shuichi hands, lacing their
fingers together and dropped them both back to the bed.� He mauled his young lover's mouth without
mercy.� Shuichi moaned into Eiri's mouth.� Eiri situated himself between his boyfriend's
legs and moved Shuichi's hands above his head, holding them captive with one
hand while the other one reached out blindly for the nightstand.� He opened the drawer and searched for the
only contents within it, a tube of lubrication gel.� Once his hands closed around the tube, he
flipped open the cap and squeezed out a sizeable amount onto his fingers, all
without releasing his prisoner.

��

Eiri circled the boy's entrance, eliciting more moans
from his little lover.� Shuichi hissed in
pain and tensed, his insides clamping down automatically as Eiri slipped his
finger inside.� He squirmed at how
uncomfortable and gross it felt.� Eiri
waited patiently.� Finally, Shuichi's
body relaxed.� To get Shuichi's mind off
the pain and discomfort, Eiri licked the underside of the boy's cock, twirling
his tongue around the head.� At the same
time, the first mate joined its captain to help widen the narrow passage.� Eiri jabbed his fingers deep inside and found
that one sweet spot.

��

Stars exploded behind Shuichi's eyes.� He gasped and arched his back off the bed.� He threw his head back and cried out.� It was all too much for the boy.� Eiri felt Shuichi�s body tense moments before
he gave a sharp cry and had his first orgasm of the night.� His seed leaked all over his stomach.

��

Shuichi fell back against the bed, lax and panting
heavily.� He closed his eyes and breathed
deeply, trying to slow his racing heart.�
He licked dry lips and pried open an eye.� Eiri was kneeling before him and was gazing
down at him with lust-filled eyes.�
Shuichi�s eyes traveled down his boyfriend's lean, hard body.� His breath hitched and he found himself
growing hard as he watched Eiri stroke himself.�
He was obviously slicking his length with the lube, but it was so
erotic!� Shuichi licked his lips and
squirmed.� God this man was delicious!

��

Eiri smirked as he watched Shuichi.� When Shuichi reached out to touch him, Eiri
shied away and shook his head.� He
chuckled when the boy pouted.� Recapping
the tube, he tossed the lube over his shoulder.

��

Lifting Shuichi's legs, he placed them over his
shoulders and grabbed the boy's hips.� He
stared into his lover's eyes as he grabbed himself and placed the head of his
cock at the boy's entrance.� Shuichi's
violet eyes stared up at him in anticipation and desire.

��

�Ready?� Eiri's golden eyes asked.

��

Shuichi nodded.�
He held his breath.� He hissed and
tensed slightly as Eiri slipped the head of his penis inside him.� He grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets and
breathed deeply, trying to relax himself against the large intruder forcing
itself in past the tight ring of muscles.�
Eiri grabbed Shuichi's penis and squeezed it, running his thumb along
the underside and across the head where pre-come was dripping out.� Shuichi cried out.� Eiri took the opportunity and pushed himself
inside until his balls hit Shuichi's ass.

��

His eyes growing wide, Shuichi did the only thing he
could do.� He clutched the sheets with
white knuckles and cried out.� He clamped
down on the large invader inside him.

��

Eiri sucked in a deep breathe.� Panting heavily, he paused and glanced down
at his lover in concern.� �Shu?�

��

Taking a deep breath, Shuichi forced himself to
relax.� Panting, he opened eyes he did
not realize he shut and glanced through heavy lidded eyes at Eiri.� He adjusted himself and nodded.

��

Taking the boy at his word, Eiri pulled out until just
the head remained, then slowly, he pushed himself back in.� Shuichi arched off the bed and cried
out.� Licking his lips at the erotic
sight, Eiri moved Shuichi's legs from his shoulders to his waist and lacing
their fingers together, laid between his lover's legs and began a slow
rhythm.� He used his toes as leverage to
press himself inside his lover's tight passage and eased back out.

��

Shuichi gasped as Eiri pulled out and cried out as he
thrust back in.� It was the most
incredible feeling.� The sensation of
feeling Eiri moving in and out was something no words could describe.� It was addicting, a craving that never went
away.

�Nah, uh...Ah...Oh!�

��

Eiri loved to hear his lover's cries of passion.� It turned him on.� His slow pace picked up speed.� Above his own panting, he could hear
Shuichi's mantra.

��

�Um�Oh, God, Eiri�Nah!�

��

Eiri soon found himself lost in the hypnotic rhythm of
being with the one he loved that when he felt Shuichi clamp down around him, it
took him by complete surprise.� Shuichi's
fingers convulsed around his as his orgasm ripped through him.� The singer arched off the bed, his head flung
back and his eyes rolled back.� He gave a
scream loud enough for the entire building to hear.� The pressure around Eiri's cock ripped his
own orgasm from him.� He arched his back
and flung his head back, grunting as he released his seed deeply inside of
Shuichi.

��

Panting and his limbs shaking, he pulled out of
Shuichi and collapsed onto his back besides him.

��

Not caring about the mess they made during their
lovemaking, Shuichi curled up around his lover.�
Wrapping his arms around Eiri's waist, he entwined his legs around
Eiri�s.� Shuichi squeezed Eiri and
planted a kiss on his chest.� Sighing
contently, Shuichi closed his eyes and snuggled against him as he waited for
his heart rate to return to normal.�
God!� How he loved this man; this
man who decided to take responsibility for another man's child, who decided
that his love was deeper than his fears and his prejudices.� Shuichi's forehead furrowed in thought.� Frowning, Shuichi opened his eyes and stared
across the now dark room.� But why?� �Hey, Eiri?�

��

�Hn.�

��

He sounded half-asleep, but Shuichi really had to
know.� �Why?�

��

Eiri pried open an eye with much difficulty and
glanced down at Shuichi.� �Why what?�

��

�Why�?�� Shuichi
played with the blond strands of hair that circled Eiri's nipples.� �Why,� he tried again, licking his lips, �are
you doing this?�

��

Eiri raised an eyebrow.� �This what?�
What the hell are you talking about?��
He was starting to get annoyed.

��

�At the diner you said that guy was a�freak.�� His voice shook as he remembered the disgust
that had crossed his partner's face.� �And
now�now here you are making love to�to one of those�freaks.�� Tears slipped down his face.� �A freak that's carrying another man's
child!�� He pushed himself up on his
elbow and stared down at Eiri through tear-blurred vision.� His jaw trembled as he spoke.� �Why?�

��

Eiri felt his heart breaking at the tears that rolled
down his lover's face.� Smiling tenderly,
he reached out and cupped the side of Shuichi's face.� He brushed away his tears with his
thumb.� �I could ask you the same thing,�
he answered truthfully.

��

Shuichi sniffled and blinked in confusion.� �Huh?�

��

�How could you love someone who grew up hating
Neutrals?� How could you trust that I
won't decide to just up and leave you one day?�
How can you fall in love with a man without once second-guessing
it?� You act as if it's the most natural
thing in the world!�

��

Shuichi giggled and used the heel of his hand to scrub
away the rest of his tears.� �That's
because it is!�

��

Now it was Eiri's turn to be confused.

��

Shuichi giggled at the clueless expression on Eiri's
face.� He lay back down and wrapped
himself tightly around Eiri's waist.�

�I was never in a relationship before,� he
confessed.� �And being with Kizou and
Taki doesn't count,� he added quickly.�
�I never�I've never been�in love.��
He blushed at this admission.� �I
never even knew what it meant to love someone other than my brother, ya
know?� So, I�� He sighed and shrugged.� �I don't know if I can explain this so that
it makes sense.� I guess�I just don't
think that way.� You fall in love with
whoever you fall in love with and if that person happens to be someone of the
same sex or someone of the opposite sex��
He shrugged.� �Whatever happens
happens.�� He tilted his head back and
glanced at Eiri.� �Does that make sense?�

��

Eiri smirked and kissed the top of his head.� �Yeah.�
Yeah, it does.�

��

Eiri sighed and stared up at the ceiling, deep in
thought.� How can he have made a complete
one-eighty virtually over night?� That
was the question.� The truth was he
hadn�t.� The fear was still there.� Like he told Shuichi earlier, it was not
going to be an easy process or something that happened with a snap of his
fingers, but how could he go from hating a Neutral to making love to one,
especially one that was carrying another man's child?� That was easy.� �I can because love does crazy things to
people,� he whispered.� �It can make them
do and say things they would never normally do or say.�

��

�Hm,� Shuichi smiled, cuddling closer to the warmth of
Eiri's boy.� Then what Eiri said hit him
like a ton of bricks.� His eyes snapped
open and he flew up in bed.� �Wha-what?�

��

Eiri smiled, his eyes shinning.� He cupped Shuichi's stunned face and lowered
his head until their breaths mingled.� He
opened his mouth, but shut it when he could get nothing to come out.� He licked his lips and tried again.� �Iloveyou,� he rushed out.� He gave a sighed long and deep.� That had been harder to say than he thought
possible.

��

Shuichi's eyes grew wide and filled with tears.� With a cry, he flung himself at his lover and
hugged him tightly.� �I love you, too,
Eiri.�

��

Eiri hugged Shuichi back, getting all choked up.� I won't ever let you go, he thought.� Never.

+---+---+

Tatsuha sat on the armchair watching he lover face off
with his mother and stepfather.� Both
father and son had an identical angry scowl on their face.� Mrs. Shindou had tears streaming down her
face.� Her eyes wavered and were filled
with so much sadness and sorrow.� She
held a hand over a trembling mouth.� A
well of pity and sadness filled him as he watched the woman.

��

�He's your son,� Ryuichi hissed through clenched
teeth.� His hands were fisted into tight
balls of fury at his sides.� His eyes
were hard.� His body was tight and
tense.� He was wound so tightly that one
wrong move or word from his stepfather and he would snap.� �How could you treat him like that?�

��

�Easily, because he's not my son.� I don't have a son.� I have a beautiful daughter who's going to
graduate head of her class.�

��

Ryuichi growled.�
Anger and hatred like he never felt before filled him.� How could he say something like that?

��

Tatsuha stood up from the chair slowly, gritting his
teeth in fury.� �He came to you for help
and what do you do?� You throw him
out!� What kind of father are you?� Parents are supposed to love their children
no matter what or who they are!�

��

Mr. Shindou's head snapped around.� Tatsuha saw a flash of something in his eyes
before it vanished behind an annoyed stare.

��

�Fine,� Ryuichi spit.�
All eyes turned towards him.� �If
that's how you feel then you won't have any problems giving up your rights as
his parents back to me and Tatsuha.�

��

Mrs. Shindou gave a sharp cry.� Her eyes widened in shock.� She stared at her son then her husband.� G-give up her rights?

��

�Seeing as he's not your son.�

��

Tatsuha saw that flash of something race across Mr.
Shindou's face once again, but before he could decipher what it was, the man's
face-hardened.

��

�Fine.� Do what
you will.�

��

Ryuichi blinked, taken back, as Mrs. Shindou gave a
loud wail.� He had not expected his
stepfather to cave in so easily.� He knew
the man despised Shuichi, but still�

��

Ryuichi�s face-hardened.� He glared at his stepfather in disappointment
and anger.� �You'll be hearing from Tohma
Seguchi within the next few days.�� He
glanced over his shoulder at his boyfriend.�
�Let's go, Tatsuha.�� The singer
turned back towards his parents.�
�Goodbye,� he said curtly, inclining his head in a brisk nod before
stalking out of the house.

��

Tatsuha followed the man.� He felt strangely more sad than angry.

He paused.�
Standing on the threshold between the foyer and the living room and
staring unseeingly at his feet with his hand gripping the wall, Tatsuha slowly
turned to look over his shoulder at Mr. Shindou.� Glaring at the man, he whispered heatedly, �I
hope you enjoy having an only child.��

He turned and stormed out of
the house, hearing the loud wailing of Mrs. Shindou.

---TBC---

Preview:� �Never Say Goodbye�

A/N:� Eiri actually admitted it.� Wow.�
It was actually harder than most people think it is for someone like
Eiri to admit something like that.� He
knows he has feelings Shuichi, but to actually say those words is worse than
standing in front of a firing squad and yelling, �Fire�.� It may be one of the few times he says it out
loud.� And what about Tatsuha and
Ryuichi?� Deciding to take Mr. and Mrs.
Shindou�s parental rights away from them and adopting Shuichi as their
son?� Nice.
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