The Game From Hell

Disclaimer—I hate repeating myself.

Sorry this update is so slow in coming.

FYI-I write faster the more reviews I have.

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Shuichi unlocked the door to his apartment groggily. Man, he hated chloroform. He had walked home from the studio, declining the ride from Tohma. The president had been in worse shape than he was. It was late, so Shuichi knew Eiri would yell at him for not calling. The author had called 7 times while he was unconscious, but he’d never left a message. Just the fact that he’d called alleviated his fear that the woman had gone after Eiri. Which meant…Shuichi had made Tohma promise to call him as soon as he got home so he would know if Mika was okay.

Shuichi walked into the apartment and shut the door behind him.

“Eiri! I’m home!” Silence met the singer’s greeting. “Eiri? Are you here? Where are you?” Shuichi started to grow nervous, and began searching the apartment for his lover. “Eiri?! Eiri!!” Shuichi threw the bedroom door open.

Eiri was lying face down on the bed. Shuichi breathed a sigh of relief. His lover was only sleeping. Shuichi crept onto the bed and nipped his lovers ear. Instead of the angry awakening Shuichi had been expecting, Eiri didn’t move. He didn’t even twitch. Then Shuichi noticed something. The sheets around Eiri’s body were darker than the rest. Flipping his lover onto his stomach, Shuichi screamed. Eiri’s shirt had been torn open, the buttons were all missing. His stomach was littered with dark patches. Shuichi leapt off the bed and flipped the light switch, brightening the room considerably. Shuichi crawled back over to his injured lover. His wrists looked as though they had been bound tightly. His hair and clothing was damp and sticking to his body. Shuichi reached out a hand tentatively and touched his boyfriend’s hand. He yelped and pulled it back. Eiri was as cold as ice. Before he could think, Shuichi pulled out his cell phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.

“Hello?” A soft male voice answered.

“Eiri’s been hurt. Real bad. You gotta get over here right away. I don’t even know if he’s still alive.”

“Did you call an ambulance?” The voice lost it’s calm composure.

“No. Not yet. I called you first.”

“I’ll be right there. Call an ambulance. Don’t leave Eiri’s side until I get there.” The speaker hung up.

Shuichi collapsed to his knees beside the bed, clutching at Eiri’s wet sleeve, and buried his face in his arms. The only sound that filled the apartment was the sound of Shuichi’s heart wrenching sobs.

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Shuichi and Tohma sat on opposing sides of the hospital bed. Shuichi holding one of Eiri’s hands tightly, and Tohma with his head buried in his hands.

“It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t…then maybe…” Shuichi whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault Shindou. If it was anyone’s fault, it’s mine.” Tohma stood and walked to the door. “I need to get back home. Mika wanted a full report on Eiri’s condition.”

Shuichi nodded. Tohma walked out of the hospital room, past the cops standing outside, and walked to the nurses station. After a brief talk with the nurse, Tohma headed out to his car, promising revenge on the person who had hurt Eiri.

A few hours later, in a dark hospital room, a set of golden eyes opened, and surveyed his surroundings. His pink-haired lover was asleep, arms folded on the bed, head laid on top. His hand still holding Eiri’s. The writer smiled and shook the younger man awake.

Shuichi opened his eyes, and felt someone shaking him. Thinking it was one of the nurses, Shuichi batted at the annoyance.

“Baka.”

Shuichi’s eyes sprang open. He looked up slowly, to see Eiri smiling at him. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Nope. Still there.

“Eiri?” The writer nodded. “Eiri!” Shuichi launched himself out of his chair and into his lovers arms. “I was so afraid. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Eiri wrapped his arms around the crying bishie, holding him tightly.

“Stop crying you idiot. I’m just fine. Bruises are nothing to be worried over. You should see the other guy.”

Shuichi looked into the golden gaze.

“Other guy?”

“What? Did you think I did this to myself? Or did you think I wouldn’t put up a fight?”

“No! It’s just…I thought…”

“You think too much. Do you want to know what happened?”

Shuichi nodded hesitantly.

*****Flashback*****

There was a knock at the apartment door. Eiri grunted and stood. He hated being interrupted in the middle of writing. Eiri reached the door and opened it.

“Can I help you?” Eiri asked the dark haired woman standing outside.

“I’m here to collect, Eiri.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Collect what?”

“I’m here for my revenge. And you are the key to getting it.”

“What the…?”

Before Eiri had a chance to finish his sentence, the woman brought a hand up shoved him to the floor. Two persons dressed in black rushed into the room and tackled the downed author. They tied his hands behind his back roughly and then forced him to stand, the woman in front of him.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

*****End Flashback*****

“When they were done beating me up, they untied my hands and left me on the living room floor. I dragged myself into the bedroom and tried to call you, but all I got was the answering machine. I finally gave up staying conscious, and the next thing I knew, I woke up here.” Eiri sighed and leaned against the pillows behind him. “Pathetic, isn’t it?”

Shuichi leaned up, grabbed Eiri’s face and kissed him. The kiss started out chaste, but soon became passionate. Tongues danced around each other, each seeking for dominance. Hands roamed, sneaking under clothing, teasing well known pleasure spots. Shuichi moaned.

“N…not now. You’re s…s…sick.”

“I’m not sick. I’m not even in pain. Drugs. Wonderful invention.”

“No!” Shuichi pushed Eiri back. “Not here. Someone could walk in on us.”

“Since when have you cared?” Eiri began kissing down Shuichi’s jaw line, licking and nuzzling the soft flesh.

Shuichi mumbled an incoherent reply. Eiri smiled. He could feel Shuichi’s erection pressing into his stomach. He was certain Shu could feel his own erection as well. Eiri slid his hand down Shuichi’s stomach until it reached the sensitive area between his legs. Shuichi gasped.

“Looks like you’re more into it then you say.”

“Eiri…”

“Hmmm…?” Eiri ran his hands down Shuichi’s back and grabbed his ass.

Shuichi grabbed Eiri’s hands and pushed them away. Shuichi crawled off the bed. Eiri looked at his boyfriend quizzically. A few moments later, Shuichi rejoined his lover, minus a few pieces of clothing.

“Lean back.”

Eiri did as he was told, enjoying this forceful side his koi was displaying.

“What are you going to do?” Eiri asked semi-innocently.

“Watch and see.”

Shuichi grabbed Eiri’s wrists and pinned them to his side. Then he began unbuttoning Eiri’s shirt with his teeth. Eiri moaned softly, arching into the brief and unsatisfying contact. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Shuichi began teasing his lover’s nipples with his teeth. He would graze over them before pulling them into his mouth and sucking on them, running his tongue around the tiny nub.

“Shu…don’t…tease…please…”

Shuichi removed his mouth from the older man’s chest and moved it up to his ear, biting down lightly. Eiri tried to suppress the moan threatening to escape his lips. The last thing they needed was a curious nurse to walk in on them.

Once Eiri was subdued, Shuichi reached his back and freed Eiri’s erection from it’s confines of cloth. Shuichi released Eiri’s hands, knowing the writer wasn’t going anywhere. Shuichi carefully spread his cheeks and impaled himself on Eiri’s erection. Both men held back their moans of pleasure. The singer set a fast pace moving up and down, Eiri meeting him thrust for thrust.

Neither lasted very long. The events of the last day and a half spilling out with their orgasms. Shuichi came first, coating Eiri’s chest with his seed. Eiri came directly after, burying his own seed deep within his lover.

Shuichi pulled himself off the author and laid down next to him. Eiri pulled the blankets over them, and fell asleep, Shuichi snuggled into his embrace.

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Woah! Long chapter. Forgive the lemon if it sucks. It’s my first time writing one. REVIEW! Onegai!

I know Eiri is a little out of character, but I really don’t care. It worked better this way.