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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
17,228
Reviews:
156
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Evil Inhibitions
A/N: It’s me once again! How are ya’ll doing out there? Thank you very, very, very, very, very much for reading my Grav fic! You have no idea how that makes me feel! *Sniff* Someone, who will remain nameless- *cough* Pickeles *cough*- was not too happy about me changing Shu’s hair color. *Group ‘ah’*. Well, don’t worry, My Dear! There’s no need to plan a funeral yet! I am currently asking all you oh, so nice people out there in Internetland to give me some suggestions on what I should do with Shuichi’s hair. Anything and everything’ll be considered! Don’t worry. I’ll give you due respect. I’m not that stupid. Well, okay, maybe I am but not mean enough not to give credit when credit’s due. Then someone remarked about the use of Japanese. Here’s a little advice, something I’ve learned over the last couple years: some things you don’t question. JUST GO WITH IT! Especially if it has to do with Japanimation. East meets West. Logic vs. Illogic. *Shrug* What’re ya going to do? I would like to thank everyone for their suggestions. I truly appreciate it. Too see if I use them, you’re going to have to keep reading!
Anyway, hope ya like chapter 3!
Disclaimer: If I even have to say, you are truly a moron.
The song is “Rhythm of Love” by the Scorpions (one of my favorite songs that I had on continuous play when I was writing this piece)
Chapter 3: Evil Inhibitions
Hearing that could rival that of a vampire is what woke Shuichi at the ass crack of dawn. That and the fact that his goddamn internal clock was buzzing annoyingly. Sometimes, he wished he could hit the snooze button like he used to but over a decade of waking up with the birds had ingrained and trained him to be up at the same damn time each and every damn day (1).
A couple good things came with this “talent”, if you could call it that. One, Eiri did not have to “wake” him up. Waking Shuichi up in Eiri’s mind consisted of kicking him out of bed. Two, he could actually get to the studio on time which meant he did not have to hear Suguru bitch and complain. Though, he had to admit, it was funny as all hell to rile the young manager/arranger. Shuichi chuckled.
Manager. Shuichi chuckled with a shake of his head as he padded as naked as a jaybird into the bathroom. It was still a little weird to think of the younger man like that. It had been…Shuichi paused by the shower, deep in though…seven years now, or was it eight, since K-san left?
Shrugging, the singer turned on and adjusted the water. Once it was hot enough to turn the bathroom into a sauna (2), Shuichi pulled the latch and stepped under the needle-like spray. Tossing his head back, he sighed contently as the water hit his face. Dropping his head forward, he suppressed a moan as the spray massaged his aching muscles. He had not felt this tense after a night of love making in a very long time. A hot blush spread across his face as Shuichi remembered begging Eiri to fuck him over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster! He wanted his koibito to pound him into the mattress! There had been no gentleness, no sweetness, no desire for innocent love making in his system last night. It had been an animalistic urge. That was the only way to describe how he had felt.
One memory led to another and before he knew it, Shuichi was recalling why he had such an animalistic urge for the writer to claim him like wolves during mating season.
A shudder raced down Shuichi’s spine. He hugged his arms about himself and leaned against the wall, shivering. The steamy bathroom had suddenly turned chilly.
The nightmare was nothing more than an obscure memory now. He could not recall clearly the intense fright that had consumed him. He could not remember what had been so frightening. It was like instead of participating, he watched the whole thing on television. It was just a blur at this point. Well, that was not entirely true. There was something that he could remember, something he had neglected to mention to Eiri.
A face.
Usually in his dreams, Shuichi could remember most of the details; what happened, where it took place and when…those kind of things, but he always forgot faces. Not this time. The one detail he usually forgot was the one detail he could remember as clearly as if he had seen him it in the flesh.
Long and oval, the skin was pale and ghostly white just like those bodiless hands. His nose pinched at the bridge and flared widely at the nostrils making a large triangle in the center of his face. Those narrow, dark chocolate brown eyes were squinted as they stared at Shuichi, an all too familiar glint in them that made the singer squirm uncomfortable even now remembering another event long ago…The wide lips were tilted at the corners, imitating the gleam in those devious eyes.
It was a face Shuichi saw each and every day; on his way to work in the morning, when he returned home at night and sometimes it followed him throughout the city, it was the face of the man that made Shuichi shudder and cringe away like a deer confronted by a hunter. The world slid off its axis every time Shuichi caught even the smallest glimpse of him and not in the good way. It did not even have to be him! Just something or someone that reminded him of the man would cause Shuichi’s stomach to heave in protest. As it was doing right now.
“Oh god,” Shuichi moaned as his insides felt as if they were roasting. Bile filled his mouth like a leaky faucet. Feeling suddenly lightheaded and dizzy, Shuichi sat on the lip of the tub with his eyes squeezed tightly and hung his head between his knees.
Eiri and Hiro both knew how Yasashii Rinjin-san made him feel and both thought the same way about his uneasiness. Because of the singer’s history with over-zealous fans- “overzealous” being an understatement- the two men believed that the singer had become used to jumping at shadows and had turned into someone that only saw the bad things in a person. Shuichi had been stalked, hunted, haunted, watched and chased. He had fans that loved him a little too much and others who just plain hated his guts for one reason or another. So yes, he had become a little weary of people he did not know! What, did they want him to remain an innocently naïve moron for the rest of his life? Please! Who the hell were they trying to kid?
Because of these oh, so sweet fans, he learned to spot a psycho among the regular populace. In Shuichi’s mind, the one person that should be feared the most was the mad, psychotic fiend who appeared as normal, sane and in control as the next guy. He became in-tuned to the true natures of people. Whether Eiri and Hiro wanted to believe it or not, Shuichi knew his new neighbor was not some gentle, kind man that should be invited over for afternoon tea!
The problem was how could he explain his uneasiness? Answer, he could not, not to the satisfaction of his lover and best friend anyway. That was why he stopped talking about it to them, why he did not bother bringing it up or wasting his breath, time and energy trying to explain his nightmares anymore to them. It was why he always lied when they asked. Lying to the two people that meant the world to him was the hardest thing in the world to do! But what was he supposed to do? Every time he did bring it up, or even tried to, they would tell him he was being an idiot and would tune him out!
Instead, he poured his heart and problems out to the other members of Bad Luck, his twin cousins Kei and Kai Shiro and their half-American friend Michael Kagawa-Montgomery.
After K-san left to manage another band at America’s XMR Records under the direction of Reiji several years ago, Tohma Seguchi allowed his young cousin, Suguru Fujisaki, to take over as Bad Luck’s manager on a trail basis while still keeping his job as the band’s music arranger and keyboardist. Unfortunately, the pressure and stress were too much for the young man to handle and something had to give. In the end, that something was playing synthesizer.
That decision left the band in real bind. When, at a family gathering, Shuichi expressed this latest development, he was surprised to learn that his younger cousins along with their half Japanese-American exchange student friend had started a band and were looking for a singer. After a meeting with Hiro, Suguru and Sakano-san, the boys were brought in and given a screen test. They passed with flying colors and the rest is history.
Kei, Kai and Michael were more open and willing to listen to Shuichi. They, unlike the singers best friend and lover, did not judge or jump to conclusions. They did not slap him and call him names like he was still that idiotic eighteen-year-old. They knew what the man had gone through as one of the world’s most recognizable people and trusted his judgment but like Shuichi, they had no idea what to do.
“He hasn’t done anything,” Michael confessed with a helpless shrug.
The twins nodded. “If you’re right about him…” Kei started.
“…unfortunately, there’s nothing anyone can do until he does do something,” Kai finished.
But by then, it might be too late.
*
The sounds of Bad Luck’s latest single filled the quiet of the apartment. When the final cords echoed into silence, the sounds of an electric guitar filled the quiet as the song began yet again.
Let’s spend the night together
I know you want it too
The magic of the moment
Is what I’ve got for you
The heartbeat of this night
Is made to lose control
And there is something in your eyes
That’s longing for some more
Let us find together
The beat we’re looking for
Blissful silence. It was one of the best things to hear coming through the paper-thin walls that separated the Shindou-Uesugi residence and his own. The next best sound was the oh, so tantalizing sounds of high pitched, snarling voices that snapped and screamed at one another. It was rare to hear that perverted writer and his brainwashed koibito arguing but it was like music to Yasashii’s ears when it did happen. Every time they fought, he got his hopes up that maybe, just maybe this time would be the day his sweet, little nymph god would see reason and the error of his way and leave that psycho bastard. Yasashii would be right there to comfort the singer. He would let the younger man cry on his shoulder while he held him close and tight, their bodies pressed intimately together. He tried not to remember that every time they did fight, which they did like cats and dogs, they always ended up making up, which they did just as loud and rambunctious and with the same high-pitched, snarling, snappish screams.
The rhythm of love
Keeps me dancing on the road
The rhythm of love
Got the groove that hits the bone
The rhythm of love
Is the game I’m looking for
The rhythm of love
Is the heartbeat of my soul
Yasashii found himself growing hard as his pictured his soon to be koibito. He could see the younger man splayed on his back in the middle of the large feather down quilted bed surrounded by thousands of rose petals. Yasashii pictured himself standing over Shuichi who would draw his knees up and spread his legs in invitation, a soft look of adoration on his face as his stared longingly up at the older man. Crawling on all fours onto the bed, Yasashii would make love to his beautiful, angelic singer. It would be soft, gentle and sweet. He would teach the man what it really meant to be in love, to truly have a soulmate.
Yasashii was not aware of when he started it but as he stood in the cool spray of the shower, he found himself making love with his hand. He pumped, jerked and stroked himself with an ever intensifying vigor as in his minds eyes he saw himself thrusting into the hot, tight cavern between his Shu-han’s legs, hearing him moan and cry out in ecstasy.
Let’s reach the top together
One night will never do
An exploding shot of pleasure
Is what I’ve got for you
Why don’t you close your eyes
And let your feelings grow
I make you feel the taste of life
Until your love will flow
Let us find together
The beat we’re looking for
A deep moan gurgled from his throat as one last thrust sent them both crashing over the edge.
Yasashii stumbled forward, catching himself with a hand on the wall. Breathing heavily, he blinked, trying to focus.
Masturbating to an image, a fantasy playing in one’s head was not as satisfying as the real thing and Yasashii vowed that some day real soon he would have the real thing.
The rhythm of love
Keeps me dancing on the road
The rhythm of love
Got the grove that hits the bone
The rhythm of love
Is the game I’m looking for
The rhythm of love
Is the heartbeat of my soul
Let us find together
The beat we’re looking for
Shuichi’s voice faded into silence. As Yasashii stepped out of the shower, rubbing himself dry with a fluffy pink towel, the opening cords of the guitar began again and the song began yet again. “Lets spend the night together…”
***
(1) Yes, I have this same damn problem. It’s a blessing and a curse!
(2) I can only take a shower when the water is hot enough to give me third degree burns.
Anyway, hope ya like chapter 3!
Disclaimer: If I even have to say, you are truly a moron.
The song is “Rhythm of Love” by the Scorpions (one of my favorite songs that I had on continuous play when I was writing this piece)
Chapter 3: Evil Inhibitions
Hearing that could rival that of a vampire is what woke Shuichi at the ass crack of dawn. That and the fact that his goddamn internal clock was buzzing annoyingly. Sometimes, he wished he could hit the snooze button like he used to but over a decade of waking up with the birds had ingrained and trained him to be up at the same damn time each and every damn day (1).
A couple good things came with this “talent”, if you could call it that. One, Eiri did not have to “wake” him up. Waking Shuichi up in Eiri’s mind consisted of kicking him out of bed. Two, he could actually get to the studio on time which meant he did not have to hear Suguru bitch and complain. Though, he had to admit, it was funny as all hell to rile the young manager/arranger. Shuichi chuckled.
Manager. Shuichi chuckled with a shake of his head as he padded as naked as a jaybird into the bathroom. It was still a little weird to think of the younger man like that. It had been…Shuichi paused by the shower, deep in though…seven years now, or was it eight, since K-san left?
Shrugging, the singer turned on and adjusted the water. Once it was hot enough to turn the bathroom into a sauna (2), Shuichi pulled the latch and stepped under the needle-like spray. Tossing his head back, he sighed contently as the water hit his face. Dropping his head forward, he suppressed a moan as the spray massaged his aching muscles. He had not felt this tense after a night of love making in a very long time. A hot blush spread across his face as Shuichi remembered begging Eiri to fuck him over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster! He wanted his koibito to pound him into the mattress! There had been no gentleness, no sweetness, no desire for innocent love making in his system last night. It had been an animalistic urge. That was the only way to describe how he had felt.
One memory led to another and before he knew it, Shuichi was recalling why he had such an animalistic urge for the writer to claim him like wolves during mating season.
A shudder raced down Shuichi’s spine. He hugged his arms about himself and leaned against the wall, shivering. The steamy bathroom had suddenly turned chilly.
The nightmare was nothing more than an obscure memory now. He could not recall clearly the intense fright that had consumed him. He could not remember what had been so frightening. It was like instead of participating, he watched the whole thing on television. It was just a blur at this point. Well, that was not entirely true. There was something that he could remember, something he had neglected to mention to Eiri.
A face.
Usually in his dreams, Shuichi could remember most of the details; what happened, where it took place and when…those kind of things, but he always forgot faces. Not this time. The one detail he usually forgot was the one detail he could remember as clearly as if he had seen him it in the flesh.
Long and oval, the skin was pale and ghostly white just like those bodiless hands. His nose pinched at the bridge and flared widely at the nostrils making a large triangle in the center of his face. Those narrow, dark chocolate brown eyes were squinted as they stared at Shuichi, an all too familiar glint in them that made the singer squirm uncomfortable even now remembering another event long ago…The wide lips were tilted at the corners, imitating the gleam in those devious eyes.
It was a face Shuichi saw each and every day; on his way to work in the morning, when he returned home at night and sometimes it followed him throughout the city, it was the face of the man that made Shuichi shudder and cringe away like a deer confronted by a hunter. The world slid off its axis every time Shuichi caught even the smallest glimpse of him and not in the good way. It did not even have to be him! Just something or someone that reminded him of the man would cause Shuichi’s stomach to heave in protest. As it was doing right now.
“Oh god,” Shuichi moaned as his insides felt as if they were roasting. Bile filled his mouth like a leaky faucet. Feeling suddenly lightheaded and dizzy, Shuichi sat on the lip of the tub with his eyes squeezed tightly and hung his head between his knees.
Eiri and Hiro both knew how Yasashii Rinjin-san made him feel and both thought the same way about his uneasiness. Because of the singer’s history with over-zealous fans- “overzealous” being an understatement- the two men believed that the singer had become used to jumping at shadows and had turned into someone that only saw the bad things in a person. Shuichi had been stalked, hunted, haunted, watched and chased. He had fans that loved him a little too much and others who just plain hated his guts for one reason or another. So yes, he had become a little weary of people he did not know! What, did they want him to remain an innocently naïve moron for the rest of his life? Please! Who the hell were they trying to kid?
Because of these oh, so sweet fans, he learned to spot a psycho among the regular populace. In Shuichi’s mind, the one person that should be feared the most was the mad, psychotic fiend who appeared as normal, sane and in control as the next guy. He became in-tuned to the true natures of people. Whether Eiri and Hiro wanted to believe it or not, Shuichi knew his new neighbor was not some gentle, kind man that should be invited over for afternoon tea!
The problem was how could he explain his uneasiness? Answer, he could not, not to the satisfaction of his lover and best friend anyway. That was why he stopped talking about it to them, why he did not bother bringing it up or wasting his breath, time and energy trying to explain his nightmares anymore to them. It was why he always lied when they asked. Lying to the two people that meant the world to him was the hardest thing in the world to do! But what was he supposed to do? Every time he did bring it up, or even tried to, they would tell him he was being an idiot and would tune him out!
Instead, he poured his heart and problems out to the other members of Bad Luck, his twin cousins Kei and Kai Shiro and their half-American friend Michael Kagawa-Montgomery.
After K-san left to manage another band at America’s XMR Records under the direction of Reiji several years ago, Tohma Seguchi allowed his young cousin, Suguru Fujisaki, to take over as Bad Luck’s manager on a trail basis while still keeping his job as the band’s music arranger and keyboardist. Unfortunately, the pressure and stress were too much for the young man to handle and something had to give. In the end, that something was playing synthesizer.
That decision left the band in real bind. When, at a family gathering, Shuichi expressed this latest development, he was surprised to learn that his younger cousins along with their half Japanese-American exchange student friend had started a band and were looking for a singer. After a meeting with Hiro, Suguru and Sakano-san, the boys were brought in and given a screen test. They passed with flying colors and the rest is history.
Kei, Kai and Michael were more open and willing to listen to Shuichi. They, unlike the singers best friend and lover, did not judge or jump to conclusions. They did not slap him and call him names like he was still that idiotic eighteen-year-old. They knew what the man had gone through as one of the world’s most recognizable people and trusted his judgment but like Shuichi, they had no idea what to do.
“He hasn’t done anything,” Michael confessed with a helpless shrug.
The twins nodded. “If you’re right about him…” Kei started.
“…unfortunately, there’s nothing anyone can do until he does do something,” Kai finished.
But by then, it might be too late.
*
The sounds of Bad Luck’s latest single filled the quiet of the apartment. When the final cords echoed into silence, the sounds of an electric guitar filled the quiet as the song began yet again.
Let’s spend the night together
I know you want it too
The magic of the moment
Is what I’ve got for you
The heartbeat of this night
Is made to lose control
And there is something in your eyes
That’s longing for some more
Let us find together
The beat we’re looking for
Blissful silence. It was one of the best things to hear coming through the paper-thin walls that separated the Shindou-Uesugi residence and his own. The next best sound was the oh, so tantalizing sounds of high pitched, snarling voices that snapped and screamed at one another. It was rare to hear that perverted writer and his brainwashed koibito arguing but it was like music to Yasashii’s ears when it did happen. Every time they fought, he got his hopes up that maybe, just maybe this time would be the day his sweet, little nymph god would see reason and the error of his way and leave that psycho bastard. Yasashii would be right there to comfort the singer. He would let the younger man cry on his shoulder while he held him close and tight, their bodies pressed intimately together. He tried not to remember that every time they did fight, which they did like cats and dogs, they always ended up making up, which they did just as loud and rambunctious and with the same high-pitched, snarling, snappish screams.
The rhythm of love
Keeps me dancing on the road
The rhythm of love
Got the groove that hits the bone
The rhythm of love
Is the game I’m looking for
The rhythm of love
Is the heartbeat of my soul
Yasashii found himself growing hard as his pictured his soon to be koibito. He could see the younger man splayed on his back in the middle of the large feather down quilted bed surrounded by thousands of rose petals. Yasashii pictured himself standing over Shuichi who would draw his knees up and spread his legs in invitation, a soft look of adoration on his face as his stared longingly up at the older man. Crawling on all fours onto the bed, Yasashii would make love to his beautiful, angelic singer. It would be soft, gentle and sweet. He would teach the man what it really meant to be in love, to truly have a soulmate.
Yasashii was not aware of when he started it but as he stood in the cool spray of the shower, he found himself making love with his hand. He pumped, jerked and stroked himself with an ever intensifying vigor as in his minds eyes he saw himself thrusting into the hot, tight cavern between his Shu-han’s legs, hearing him moan and cry out in ecstasy.
Let’s reach the top together
One night will never do
An exploding shot of pleasure
Is what I’ve got for you
Why don’t you close your eyes
And let your feelings grow
I make you feel the taste of life
Until your love will flow
Let us find together
The beat we’re looking for
A deep moan gurgled from his throat as one last thrust sent them both crashing over the edge.
Yasashii stumbled forward, catching himself with a hand on the wall. Breathing heavily, he blinked, trying to focus.
Masturbating to an image, a fantasy playing in one’s head was not as satisfying as the real thing and Yasashii vowed that some day real soon he would have the real thing.
The rhythm of love
Keeps me dancing on the road
The rhythm of love
Got the grove that hits the bone
The rhythm of love
Is the game I’m looking for
The rhythm of love
Is the heartbeat of my soul
Let us find together
The beat we’re looking for
Shuichi’s voice faded into silence. As Yasashii stepped out of the shower, rubbing himself dry with a fluffy pink towel, the opening cords of the guitar began again and the song began yet again. “Lets spend the night together…”
***
(1) Yes, I have this same damn problem. It’s a blessing and a curse!
(2) I can only take a shower when the water is hot enough to give me third degree burns.