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The Bet	By : Rhonda Category: Gravitation > General Views: 9291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Wednesday—Day Two.

“I’ll have the avocado salad and a Bass Ale….thanks.” Yuki handed his menu back to their waiter.

“I’ll have a bowl of beef ramen and a Sapporo.” Tatsuha gave the waiter his menu. “Thanks.” He added as an after thought.

Both men looked a little whooped. Yuki, who had only fallen asleep after Shuichi had gone to the studio that morning, looked peaked. He had a frown plastered over his entire face and leaned his head against his hand as he dragged heavily on his cigarette.

At some point Tatsuha had managed to fall asleep sitting upright on the toilet lid—that is until Ryu had banged on the door early that morning trying to get in and scared the shit out of him. He’d eased past Ryu on the way out careful not to touch him or come any closer than he possibly had to in the narrow doorway. Then he went into the kitchen, tossed a couple of squid Hot Pockets in a bag for Ryu’s lunch and after Ryu got dressed, sent him on his way with a pat on the head.

“Well,” asked Yuki, “how’s it going?” he tried to stifle and cover a yawn.

“Good, good, no complaints.” Tatsuha sounded more upbeat than he looked.

“What’s that on your face?” Yuki noticed a freshly darkened spot near Tatsuha’s chin. “Exhibit C?”

“No!” Tatsuha said indignantly. I tripped and fell last night and hit my face on the floor.”

“How the hell’d you manage that?” Yuki could only imagine.

“It’s not important!”

Their food came.

“The only thing that is important,” Tatsuha continued after their waiter had gone, “is if you’re still Master of Your Domain?”

Yuki pulled on his cigarette again. “I’m King of the Kingdom.”

*** ***

“I don’t know, Hiro.” Shuichi said to his friend while waiting for sound technicians to finish fiddling with the audio mixer. “Monday night he was all over me. He couldn’t even wait for me to put my bag down. Last night he wouldn’t so much as look at me. I tried cuddling with him in bed and he scooted over so far he fell on the floor.” Shu looked miserable. “What did I do wrong?”

“As far as I can tell, nothing.” Hiro continued to tune his guitar. “But then, when has Yuki-san ever been logical?” He was tempted to add something along the lines of “If you’d stayed with me, you wouldn’t be having these problems,” but decided against it. Despite all appearances to the contrary, K had turned out to be very gentle and loving and Hiro was glad things had turned out the way they did after the “Great Event.” He smiled as he thought some more about his new boyfriend—the way he’d wooed and won Hiro and thought Shu should take a page from K’s book.

“Maybe you should try again tonight. Light some candles, put on some music and wear something you know he likes—be patient but persistent.” He could see Shuichi giving it serious consideration.

“And if that doesn’t work, shoot him.”

*** ***

After lunch, Yuki ran some errands, then went to a meeting at his publisher’s where he was steam rolled with nervous talk about his impending deadline. After two and a half hours of listening to his editor beg and plead with him to finish his latest novel, “With Love Like Yours, Who Needs Suicide,” he’d ended the meeting abruptly by simply getting up and walking out of the room. He had left his editor still pleading on her knees babbling about deadlines and press events and schedule release meetings. It wasn’t like he’d been concentrating anyway—not with thoughts of wet cherry red lips stealing through his mind and tapping at his nether regions. Yuki was more than ready for the peace and quiet of home.

He opened the door to his flat, walked in and immediately felt a disturbance in the Force. There on the sofa, illuminated by softly lit candles and lying back against a pile of large pillows, was Shuichi wearing nothing but his crotchless pleather shorts and a leather collar with a chain leash. He casually dangled the end of the leash between his fingers. When he saw Yuki, he smiled and offered it to him.

“Care to take me for a walk?”

Yuki took one look at what was waiting for him on his sofa and without a word or breaking stride, did a four step U turn in the middle of the living room and headed back out the door. He slammed it shut behind him.

Shuichi began to cry.

*** ***

After lunch, Tatsuha went back to the temple to perform another funeral, during which he’d nodded off during prayer, dropped the incense twice and gave the deceased’s family his congratulations instead of his condolences in the receiving line. When one of the temple attendants pointed out his mistake, Tatsuha simply yawned and replied, “I knew him and he was an ass. Congratulations covers it nicely.” The last straw had been when his father had approached him at the end of the funeral:

Uesagi-san: “Tatsuha, spell the word peace.”

Tatsuha (tiredly): “Huh?”

Uesagi-san: “Peace, you know like you inscribe on the burial plaques? Spell it.”

Tatsuha (yawning): “Peace. P-i-e-c-e. Peace.”

Uesagi-san (dumbfounded): “What is wrong with you, son?” He shoved the burial plaque that Tatsuha himself had inscribed only an hour earlier in front of his son’s face. Tatsuha looked at the plaque and choked.

Uesagi-san: “You nodded off during the ceremony, you dropped the incense twice and you congratulated the family on their loss! We’re getting complaints! Go home and get yourself together and don’t come back until you have.”

Tatsuha slumped off to change into his street clothes. Uesagi-san, disgusted, looked back at the plaque and shook his head. Between Tatsuha and Eiri he was sure he was destined for an early grave.

Rest in Peas…

Now, with Ryu at the studio, the house was empty and quiet and just what Tatsuha needed to get a little shut eye. He was tired, he was sleepless, he was about to be jobless and worst of all, he was shagless. He wanted nothing more than to drop off into a deep, coma like sleep and forget the day had ever started. But before he did, he took some precautions.

Not willing to spend another night locked in the bathroom being serenaded, he first tied a small bell to the bedroom doorknob. That way Ryu wouldn’t be able to sneak up on him like had the previous evening. He’d hear the bell when the door opened, wake up and amass his troops along the border, ready to deploy his defensive line.

After the bell, he laid down on the bed and made a large pillow barricade around himself, leaving himself a six-inch ledge of bed to work with. Hopefully Ryu would get the hint and not cross the Line of Demarcation.

As a final measure, he wrote a note and attached it to the barricade where Ryu couldn’t possibly miss it:

Dearest Ryu,

Leave me alone.

Love you forever,

Your Tatsuha.

Then he lay back and closed his eyes. Sleep came immediately and his dreams were filled with Technicolor images of Technicolor Ryu and his soon to be court martialed dick:

Of them together at Starbucks sharing a latte…

Of Technicolor Ryu rowing Tatsuha’s dick across a lake in boat while his dick twirled a pretty blue parasol…

Of them attending a wedding at Tatsuha’s temple, dancing next to the bride and groom while bells jingled…

Of them running happily hand in hand (hand in hand?) through country fields of amber wheat, playing Naked Tag...

Tatsuha felt a small pull on the ledge in front of him.

“Tag, you’re it!” Technicolor Ryu said laughing.

Tatsuha’s eyes flew open. Living Color Ryu had managed to fit his entire body along the six-inch ledge of bed Tatsuha had left himself to work with and was now lying facing him—firmly tagging him through the fabric of his pants.

“Naked Tag Wednesday!” Living Color Ryu screamed, laughing.

“Holy Shit!!” Tatsuha scrambled backwards through the pillow barricade, flying over the opposite edge of the bed at Mach 3. He landed with a thump in the crevice between the bed and the nightstand, smacking the back of his head against the nightstand with a loud—

“OWWW, GODDAMNIT!”

“Aww, Tatsuha hurt himself,” Ryu cooed sympathetically. “I can make you feel better.” He began to softly suck the toes of the foot Tatsuha had carelessly left within his reach back up on the bed.

The sensation of a soft, warm, wet tongue lapping and sucking his toes shot a bolt of lightning straight through the top of Tatsuha’s head. He jerked his foot away from Ryu and tried to jet backwards, completely forgetting the nightstand. He smacked the back of his head again.

“OWWW GODDAMNIT!” Disoriented, he tried to go to the right, this time smacking the side of his face against the nightstand.

“MY EYE! HOW MANY FUCKING NIGHTSTANDS DO WE HAVE IN HERE???”

“Poor Tatsuha. Let me kiss it and make it better.” Ryu crawled over the side of the bed and began stalking his prey on his hands and knees, running his tongue over his lips as he went.

“HOLY SHIT!!” Tatsuha jerked himself to the left this time and finding no nightstands waiting to beat the crap out of him, he flipped over and crawled like a fiend out of the room, down the hall and into the bathroom. He kicked the door shut and locked it behind him. He could hear Ryu laughing and crawling right behind him.

“This is fun!”

“Didn’t you see the note I left for you???” Tatsuha screamed through the door.

“Tatsuha!” Ryu laughed. “I can’t read Kanji or is it Hiragana? I can’t remember. You’re supposed to know.”

Tatsuha clutched his rapidly swelling eye and shook. He did know.

“Tatsuha?” Ryu knocked at the bottom of the door softly. “Come out and play with me, Tatsuha.”

Tatsuha couldn’t take it anymore. He should just up and go to a hotel. He bolted upright. Hotel? Shit! He snatched his cell phone out of his pocket and speed dialed Yuki.

Yuki, who’d gone to the restaurant down the street after his visual assault, was sitting at the bar, drink in slightly shaking hand, wondering how much longer he was going to have to keep this bullshit up. The image of a succulent Shuichi lying back against the pillows, just begging to be taken was dancing like camera flash spots before his eyes. He closed his eyes against the flashes only to see it even more clearly in his mind’s eye. Hooded violet eyes…leash…pleather…parted lips…lollipop… He hardened immediately and grunted from the pull of it. Fuck it, Tatsuha would win and that was that. He didn’t have anything to prove.

“Or,” his ego interjected, “you could just go to a hotel and ride it out.”

A thought bubble with an exclamation point appeared over his head. “Why didn’t I think of that before??” The bubble burst and he cursed his ego silently causing it to shrivel.

“Don’t blame me, your mouth is what wrote the check your ass couldn’t cash!” His ego replied haughtily. For some reason, Yuki’s ego spoke with a clipped British accent.

Yuki grabbed his keys and was mentally listing all of the area hotels when his phone rang.

“Yeah?”

“Rule number five. No hotels! You have to keep it real and sleep in your own bed.” Tatsuha said between sniffles.

“Tatsuha! Are you crying? It’s too late to be adding rules, you know.”

“That’s because you’re about to go to one, isn’t it?” Soft sobs could be heard echoing in the background.

“Where the hell are you?” Damn him, thought Yuki. He knows me better than I know myself.

“In the bathroom. You ARE about to go aren’t you? *sniff* I know you better than you know yourself. That’s rule number five. Take it…or drop the bet?” A spark of hope floated through Tatsuha’s tears. Yuki heard it loud and clear.

“Come on, man, drop the bet!” pleaded Yuki’s dick.

“Did you hear the spark of hope floating through his tears?” asked Yuki’s ego. “He’s close to breaking.”

“So are you, fool! Take the out and drop the bet!” Yuki’s dick yelled. Yuki’s ego might be British, but his dick was straight out of Compton.

“You’ll be making a mistake. It won’t be much longer now.” Yuki’s ego egged.

“Keep flapping at the gums!” Yuki’s dick warned. “Me and the balls are about fit to raise up and ride on your sorry punk a--”

“Need I remind you of what got you to this point, Yuki? asked Yuki’s ego. “If you throw in the towel now, you’ll never hear the end of it and I’m sure your cretin brother will tell the world about how the great Eiri Yuki is such a slave to his own demonic libido that even his own registered nymphomaniac brother can hold his piece longer than he can!”

“He’ll tell everyone at the weddings he performs:”

“Congratulations,” Tatsuha would say to the bride and or groom, “Good thing you’re not marrying my brother, or you’d have to book a honeymoon suite for four, you, my brother, my brother’s ego and my brother’s dick!”

“He’ll tell everyone at the funerals he performs:”

“My condolences on your loss,” Tatsuha would laugh, “Good thing the deceased died of natural causes and took the easy way out because if he knew my brother, his ego would have nagged him to death and my brother’s dick would STILL be fucking him!”

“He’ll even bring it up at family dinners:”

“Gee, Bro,” Tatsuha would say while seated at the dinner table, “when you finish letting Shuichi tie his shoes, would you mind taking your dick out of him long enough to pass the rice?”

“Face it, you started it, so you’re in it for the long haul!” Yuki’s ego hit Yuki right where he lived.

Yuki leaned his head back, closed his eyes and let loose with a string of obscenities that caused even the dedicated alcoholic at the end of the bar to cringe.

“FINE GODDAMNIT, NO HOTELS!!” Yuki hung up. “And you two, shut the FUCK UP!” he told his dick and his ego. They did. So did the dedicated alcoholic and the bartender--the only other two people in the room.

The bartender, who had watched this whole alarming exchange, quietly removed the rest of Yuki’s drink from the bar. This customer had clearly had enough…

Meanwhile, back at the farm, Tatsuha hung up and seeing his way out slam shut like a barred brig door, sat on the cold tile of the bathroom floor in the dark and wept…bitterly.

*** ***

That night:

Shuichi slept fitfully having cried himself to sleep hours earlier.

Yuki snuck home late and put a pillow barricade between him and Shuichi, leaving himself a six-inch ledge of bed to work with. He lay awake for the rest of the night watching his ego and his dick trade insults while they played a game of chess. They stalemated.

Ryu fell asleep on the hallway floor outside of the bathroom waiting for Tatsuha to come out and play with him…Naked Tag, Naked Twister, Naked Parcheesi, it didn’t matter as long as it was naked.

Tatsuha sat most of the night sitting on the lid of the toilet listening to his dick play the harmonica while he was still locked in the brig.

“I’m taking requests,” his dick stated. When his C.O. offered no reply, he shrugged and launched into a soulful rendition of “Cocaine.”

Tatsuha had no idea his dick was a Clapton fan.

End Chapter 3: Wednesday--Day Two
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