Realities of Life

Disclaimer: Gravitation is not mine and I make no money from using the characters. But Kyosuke is mine, all mine.

Note: Smut ahead (NC 17.)


Realities of Life


Chapter 3

Two Princes

One, two princes kneel before you
Princes, Princes who adore you
One has diamonds in his pockets
This one, he wants to buy you rockets

I stood off to one side of the room, leaning up against the wall with Ryu, Suguru, and Hiro as we watched Suspended Animation finish up their interview. Luckily, the time constraints for the interviews were very strict, so we wouldn’t be held up too much longer in this stuffy room.

I found that I had lost control of my eyes as they followed Kyo around the room, seemingly of their own accord. I couldn’t help myself. He was so… gorgeous. Catching my gaze out of the corner of his eye, Kyo winked at me and then immediately schooled his features into the proper manager scowl again.

Kyosuke. Why didn’t I go with you when you asked me to? I think I wanted to. Was it because of Eiri? Or was it because I was afraid?

When Eiri left me, almost two years earlier, my world came completely undone. As I look back on it, I’m rather surprised I survived it. I know that, at the time, I really didn’t want to survive.

I spent the first month of Eiri’s absence living alone in his empty apartment with a blanket, a pillow, and my cell phone. I just hid myself away in there, waiting for him to call or come home. While I waited, I cried an ocean of tears, I rarely slept, and I lost about fifteen pounds.

Finally, Hiro and K dragged me, literally kicking and screaming, out of Eiri’s abandoned apartment and moved me into Hiro’s place. Hiro tried desperately to bring me around. He forced me back to the studio and encouraged me to attend Jujitsu classes. I remember being angry with Hiro for forcing me back into the world before I was ready to join it again. In the end, it turned out to be the very best thing he could have possibly done for me.

I began to focus a lot of my pain into energy at the Dojo. I also exhausted the majority of my free time there, sometimes spending entire days and even the occasional weekend training there. I worked myself to the point of physical exhaustion. Then, and only then, could I finally sleep. I pulled together the few remaining fragments into some semblance of a life and tried to use routine to gain peace-of-mind. I continued like that for a blur of unnoticed time, just trying to get by. Just trying to live. My sorrow was still overwhelming, but at least I was beginning to function again. As a bonus to my single-mindedness, I got to be pretty strong. It was somewhat of an afterthought. I still wasn’t happy.

Then I ran into Mirai. After making a scene at her restaurant, she took me home with her and force-fed me. She mothered me and kept me afloat with her positive outlook on life. She even had enough patience left over to teach me how to cook. Unfortunately, she also fell in love with me. I felt powerless. I was unable to return any of the goodness she had share with me, unable to return her feelings, and things were becoming more awkward by the day.

After some unforgettably uncomfortable moments between us, including a failed attempt at getting me into bed with her, I was forced to reevaluate. There was nothing to forgive her for when I left. It wasn’t her fault that she had an inherent weak spot for the pathetic losers of the world. It was really the only thing I could do for her. After all, why bring more pain to someone who had tried to give me happiness?

Mirai and Hiro. Between them, I was held up and able to limp along for a while.

But when all was said and done, the absolute worst thing that happened when Eiri left me was that he took my music with him. All my life I had heard constant music in my head. I’m told that it’s not uncommon among musicians. But when I awoke in that hospital bed and Tohma informed me of Eiri’s departure, the music that played in my head… died. Right along with my heart.

It was about two months after Eiri left when Kyosuke showed up at NG Studios. I remember the first time I saw him, walking through the halls of the NG with his relaxed, slinky gait, like a barely-tame exotic cat. His hair was bleached blond, his left eyebrow was pierced, he had a cigarette hanging from his lips, and a guitar slung over his shoulder. He was just so cool…

When he spoke to you, he had the uncanny knack of making you feel as if you were the most important person in the world. That special attention he gave to each person, along with his infectious laugh, and affable personality set the staff into orbit with speculation about who he was and who he might possibly be attracted to. He was fresh meat for the NG rumor mill.

K introduced him to me shortly after Kyosuke had joined NG. I was still stick thin at that point, nearly wasted away from grief and pain over Eiri’s departure, and I couldn’t seem to feel anything but sorrow. But when my eyes met Kyo’s emerald-greens for the first time, I was stunned. It was as if we had both been shot through with lightening. Even the room seemed to crackle with electricity.

I freaked out and ran from the room, finding a small, unoccupied closet and having the anxiety attack of my life. The only person that had ever made me feel that way, feel that charge of electricity, was Eiri. I felt as if I was somehow being unfaithful to Eiri. The realization sickened and confused me. It was an unbearable feeling.

So I stayed away from Kyosuke, refused to be around him, and became furious when anyone mentioned him. I’m sure I was classically transparent to anyone paying attention. Hiro knew, almost from the start, and found it to be quite amusing. There was never any love lost between Hiro and Eiri, after all.

My avoidance only served to make Kyosuke all the more curious. He would continually seek me out, assuring me that he only wished to be friends. I didn’t believe him. I told myself he was only messing with my head, and not to trust him. In hindsight, I can see that it was myself I didn’t trust.

It was after about six weeks of cat-and-mouse when I found myself walking through the halls of NG late one night. I was still furiously trying to write something – anything – that wasn’t complete and utter crap, or sad and depressing, or about Jujitsu, which pretty much summed up my whole life at that time. As I prowled the halls, I heard the heartbreaking, melancholy sound of a piano and I instinctively moved towards it. I figured it was Suguru or Tohma, as it was painfully beautiful, and no one played as well as either of them.

I should have known, shouldn’t I?

Following the sound to one of the smaller rehearsal rooms, I found him. Totally oblivious to the world and immersed in the sorrowful, tortured sound of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was Inoue Kyosuke. I sat down and let the tears come, silent and furious. When he finished the song and realized my presence, he watched me closely for a few minutes and then began playing another song. He never asked me anything, never said anything. He just turned his head and let me cry while he played.

After that night, I heard the music of my mind once again. Kyosuke brought the music back to me. That was how he finally broke through my fear and my distrust: Music. He had saved my music and, by doing so, he had also saved me.

And now here he was, back in my life again.

K made the “Thank you for coming” announcement, immediately concluding the press conference, and began ushering Bad Luck back to the party. I had just cleared the doorway when Kyo caught sight of me.

“Shuichi,” He melted me with his smile, “can we talk?”

I stopped and looked up with slight recoil, “I’m not sure, Kyo.”

“Oh, gods,” He gasped at me, “Every time, no matter how many times I see them, I’m always surprised by how beautiful your eyes are.”

“Stop it, Kyo,” I growled at him and began walking again. “That’s why I’m not sure we can talk. You always say stuff like that to me.”

He laughed and caught up to walk along side of me, “And you never believe I’m serious about it. You always think I’m teasing you.”

I looked ahead, not wanting to meet those green eyes again, “Who talks like that and means it, Kyo-kun?”

“I do. You should know me well enough to know that, Shu.”

He was serious. That’s what was so unnerving about Kyo. With Eiri, everything was negative. With Kyo, everything was positive.

Polar opposites.

“What happened to your hair?” I asked, attempting to change the subject.

“I wished to differentiate myself from one Yuki Eiri. The blond hair had to go.” He grinned at me.

I stopped and stared at him, “Oh, Kyo… you didn’t, did you?”

He shrugged, but he was still grinning.

I turned away from him and continued walking. Fuck. He had talked to Eiri. Already.

“Hey, come on, Shu, don’t be mad. How could I resist?” He hurried his steps to catch up again, “It was just a harmless tête-à-tête. It had to happen sooner or later. Besides, Tohma broke it up before it got interesting.”

“Tête-à-tête. For fuck’s sake, Kyo, who talks like that?” I snarled at him.

He grabbed my arm and stopped me, “I do.” He looked deep into my eyes and said softly, “Shuichi, what has happened to you?”

He could break down my walls. With a blink of those gorgeous eyes, he could have me back to what I was eight months ago.

He reached out to touch my cheek, but I pulled my head away and glared at him, “No, Kyo.”

As his eyes filled with concern, he said, “Oh, Shu, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened to you, but I should have been here. I told you I would protect you and I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

I snapped my head back and looked at the ceiling in exasperation, blinking my eyes to rid them of tears. I did not need his sympathy. “It’s no one’s fault, okay, Kyo? Besides, I’m the one that turned you down, remember? But, I have to warn you. You’re going to hear some pretty nasty stories about me. And I’m sorry to say that most of them are true.” I sighed, “Anyway, I was really sorry to hear about your mother. I did try to call you, but I…” I had to swallow the lump in my throat before continuing, “I couldn’t get through.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. I saw the cluster of his near-shed tears and realized that, if he cried, it would be over for me.

I shrugged and answered softly, “It’s okay, Kyo.”

He grabbed me and hugged me. I felt my own tears coming, but I battled them fiercely.

“Hey, Shuichi!” K hollered at me, taking note of my compromising situation and grinning, “Time to get ready.”

“Okay,” I answered feebly. “Kyo, I have to get ready now.”

I felt him nod and he released me. The concern on his face nearly overwhelmed me. This time, against my better judgment, I hugged him. “I’m okay Kyo, really. I just missed you more than I thought I would.”

“Really?” He asked with a hint of childlike exuberance.

“Really.” I looked him in those eyes and tugged on his hair, “Lay off Eiri, okay? He’s got enough problems without you provoking him.”

He chewed on his lip, “Hmmm, maybe.”

I had to laugh. He was still wild, free, unpredictable Kyo. “I’ll see you later.”

He grinned again, “I could help you change into your stage outfit…”

I walked away, still laughing.

Our dressing rooms were something of a surprise to me. They were small, but there was an individual room for each of us. They were basically big closets with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and tiny bathrooms attached. I plucked at the various slips of vesture on the clothing rack, trying to decide on an outfit, when there was a knock at my door. Worried that it might be Kyo, I stood by the door and asked, “Who is it?”

“Me,” the voice on the other side growled at me.

I opened the door, “Eiri? What are you doing here?”

He kicked the door shut with his foot, locked it, and, once he had grabbed me in a tight embrace, kissed me passionately. It seemed that the bonfire Eiri had in him had been sparked into life by that idiot, Kyo.

Eiri’s tongue glided over my lips and I opened my mouth, letting my tongue meet and lap against his. He was radiating possessive lust and I knew I was in for some wild and rough sex. I started sucking on his tongue. Well, that’s fine with me.

He grasped my button-down shirt and pulled it open in one swift motion, fabric ripping and buttons flying. Without missing a beat, he tugged at my nipple ring, twisting it cruelly and causing me to let out a high-pitched, keening wail.

“Oh, Eiri,” I panted in between searing hot kisses. I was already hard and wanting, and quite inarticulately pragmatic, “We don’t… lube… we don’t have any…?”

He grunted an incoherent answer at me as he opened my pants, sliding his hand past my boxers to grab my erection, making me gasp. Dropping to his knees, he yanked my pants and boxers to my ankles and paused long enough to give me a good leer. His eyes were clouded with animal lust, the kind of lust that let me know he intended to make me completely his.

He grasped my hips and pulled me forward, licking and biting at my hardened shaft. He teased me with his tongue, lapping and nipping at my length, the sensitive ridge below the tip, the slit that dripped with pre-cum… He did everything except taking me in to that talented mouth of his. I moaned my frustration and grabbed his head, trying to steer him where I needed him most.

He did just what I expected, and ignored me until my knees were shaking. He knew I would say what would please him. Desperate in my need, and painfully aware of his purposeful delay, I would be forced to beg him. And so I did, the words rasping off my tongue with a sizzle, the words that he knew still made me blush, “Please, Eiri, please suck my… cock…”

Rewarding me, his hot mouth enveloped me, taking me completely in and down his throat. I tossed my head back, overcome with pleasure as his tongue and his lips brought me closer and closer to orgasm. It was too much for me and I finally groaned a warning, “Eiri,” I said as my hands tried to still his head. “Eiri, stop! I’m too close!”

He gripped me harder, bruising my hips with his fingers, as he increased the suction and the pressure from his tongue.

“Fuck––Eiri!!” I hissed as my vision doubled and I came with an uncontrollable shiver. His mouth eventually slowed, but continued to suck as he milked me dry.

I was completely pliant as he pulled my pants off of me. His hands slid impatiently over my naked form as he stood. Suddenly, in one swift, rough movement he flipped me over, bent me over the chair, and wrenched my right knee onto the chair so that it was even with my hip. I felt his fingers spread my cheeks and he paused again. I couldn’t see him, but I was sure he was ogling me in that most vulnerable of positions. After several embarrassing moments of inactivity, I finally felt the coolness of the lubricant. Eiri smeared it liberally with his fingers, trying to tease and coax that tight hole into opening for him.

Suddenly, he jammed two fingers into me and, before I knew it, I was mewling and moaning and hard once again, rocking in time with the movement of his fingers. He stuffed a third finger into me and twisted his hand. With quick, searching jabs, he was able to find the spot that made my knee nearly buckle from pleasure. I cried out as he pulled his fingers from me, and, in one savage motion, thrust his monster of a cock all the way into me. I howled with the pain and pleasure of it.

He held himself still for an instant, trying to give me time to get used to him. But I knew from experience that, in his current lust-driven state, he had lost most of his control. I breathed and forced myself to relax, trying to get ready for the approaching onslaught.

He pulled completely out of me, grabbed my cheeks, and spread them as far apart as they would go. “Look,” Eiri’s husky voice demanded of me.

I turned my head and glanced at him. Assured of my attention, he tipped his head towards the wall my eyes followed. I saw the two of us reflected in the mirrors that lined the small room.

“Oh gods,” I blushed and moaned from both embarrassment and lust as I watched his giant cock enter my hole from an infinite number angles. The vision was so nasty, so dirty, that it nearly made me come again.

That’s when K knocked on the door, “Shuichi, you’ll need to be in make-up in five.”

Eiri leaned forward and whispered, “Tell him ten.”

I didn’t think I could talk. “I think…” I groaned as I felt Eiri’s gyration from the inside. I had to start again, “I think it will take me about ten, K.” I was pleased that I had managed to get that out.

“All right,” My manager answered as Eiri pulled out of me slowly and almost completely. “See you in ten. Oh, and Shuichi?”

Why the fuck wouldn’t he go away? Eiri rammed into me again, probably out of spite. “Ye–yeah?” I barely managed a one-word answer in a squeaking voice.

“Tell Yuki-san not to bruise you up too badly. You have to perform soon.” The amusement in K’s voice was evident.

Eiri reached around and squeezed my now weeping erection, so I answered K with a loud groan.

The two of us watched the mirrors as Eiri pounded me over the chair. It was hot and dirty and I was quite content to finish out the remaining nine and a half minutes watching Eiri fuck me mercilessly.

Eiri, on the other hand, had other ideas.

He abruptly pulled out of me and guided me to the floor, pressing my back against the cool surface of laminate tile. He grabbed my knees, spread my legs, and rammed into me without the slightest hesitation. He ran his hand down my left leg, found my ankle, and encircled it in his grip. He pulled my leg straight, lifting it up and onto his shoulder, where it landed, bent at the knee. His cock was driving impossibly deeper into me in this position. With his now-free right hand, he pushed my head to one side and bit me savagely on my neck, marking me, claiming me.

I moaned at the new pain, incredibly turned on by his lust-driven animal state, as his strokes increased in speed and power. He reached between us and squeezed my so-close erection, nudging me over the edge and into ecstasy once again. I howled, low and loud, and he bit me again.

Using my leg for leverage, he twisted me onto my side and slammed into me with the last of his rapid-fire strokes, releasing a deep growl as he came. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard him say “mine” somewhere in the midst of his release.

Collapsing on top of me, he panted and he stroked my hair. His eyes cleared and he looked at me with sudden concern, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I laughed. It was so ridiculous. “No, but I’m pretty sure K’s gonna have a fit.”

I pushed him off of me and sat up. I was a sweaty, sticky mess and my neck was throbbing in time with my heart. I looked at him, still laughing, and said, “How do I look?”

He actually smiled at me, “You look hot and freshly fucked.”

Now I was laughing so hard I had to lay down again, “Oh Eiri, you are ridiculous.”

“But you love me anyway, right?”

I was more than a little stunned. He was so insecure, so easily frightened. Why hadn’t I noticed that before now? I wondered when the power in this relationship had shifted to me.

I grinned at him, “Yes, Eiri. I love you.” I sat up and kissed him gently, “I love you very much.”

He sighed, in… relief?

“Come on,” He grumbled as he stood and held out his hand to me, “let’s get you cleaned up. You needed to be in make-up about five minutes ago.”

He stood me up and I smiled. My legs were still wobbling, so Eiri helped me into the small bathroom.

I splashed water on my face in an attempt to eliminate traces of our sweat and my uneven flush. I stared back at myself from a framed reflection and sighed, realizing that the night was far from over.


TBC
Two Princes – Lyrics by The Spin Doctors