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This I
Promise You

Sequel
to:� �My Heart
Beats Like A Drum�

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: Could it be
that Shuichi really is just paranoid or is there something about the new
neighbor?

Chapter
Summary:� Yasashii
fantasizes about his �Shu-han�.

Warning: M/M,
hentai, romance, drama, angst, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, masturbation, anal,
oral, death, Shuichi/Eiri

Insert: �Rhythm of
Love� by Scorpions

A/N: Thank you
to lovergirl14baby, Bree, Captin
of Sirius, Ice-Midnight, Acherona, TouMoya, for your
reviews!� Her it is.� Chapter three.
Enjoy!

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(Last Time)

He could
picture all too clearly his young koi
being mauled by that pervert writer's rough hands, groped by a filthy mouth and
raped by a cock way too large for his Shu-han to enjoy.� Who knows where that thing has been?� The
images of that beast pounding his sweet Shuichi into the mattress angered him,
blinding him with a fury so strong it was nothing he had ever felt before.

He curled
tighter, burying himself deeply within the covers and ground his teeth as the
insistent creaking and hammering grew in intensity.� Then he heard it.� The worst part of hearing that pervert
bastard making love to his Shu-han, their voices crying out in disgusting
harmony before blissful silence fell over the building.

��

Uncurling
himself, he glared out into the night, his face twisted in anger.� �Damn you, Yuki Eiri,� the man hissed.� �I will make you pay for twisting and abusing
my sweet Shu-han.� He will be mine!� This I promise you!�

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Chapter
3: Evil Inhibitions

Hearing that could rival a cats is what woke Shuichi
at dawn; that and the fact that his internal clock was buzzing annoyingly.� It was refusing to let him sleep a second
longer.� 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 damned day.

A couple of good things came with this �talent�.� 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.� Although, he had to
admit, it was funny as all hell to rile the young manager and music
arranger.� Shuichi chuckled.

Manager.�
Shuichi shook 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, Shuichi 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 sex in a very long time.�
A hot blush spread across his face as he recalled in vivid detail the
events of the night before.� There had
been no gentleness, no sweetness, no desire for innocent love making in either
of their systems last night.� It had been
an animalistic urge.� That was the only
way to describe how he felt.�
Unfortunately, one memory led to another and before he knew it, Shuichi
remembered what led to the urge for the writer to claim him like it was mating
season.

Paling, 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 just a blur at this point.� Well, that was not entirely true.� Usually he could not remember anything about
his dreams, but this time there was something he could remember.� A face.

Long and oval, his complexion so pale it was almost
ghostly white.� His nose was pinched at
the bridge and flared widely at the nostrils to make a large triangle in the
center of his face.� Those narrow, dark
chocolate brown eyes staring at him with an all too familiar hunger that made
the singer squirm uncomfortably even now.�
The wide lips were tilted at the corners, imitating the gleam in those
devious eyes.

Shuichi saw it each day on his way to work in the
morning, when he returned home at night and sometimes it followed him
throughout the city.� That face caused
Shuichi to break out in a cold sweat and cringe in fright.� 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.� His insides suddenly felt as if they were
roasting.� Bile filled his mouth like a
leaky faucet.� Feeling suddenly
lightheaded and dizzy, Shuichi tumbled onto the stool with his eyes squeezed
tightly and hung his head between his knees.

Eiri and Hiro both knew how Shuichi felt about
Rinjin-san and about how the man made Shuichi feel.� Both agreed Shuichi�s uneasiness over the man
was unfounded.� Because of the singer's
history with overzealous fans, the two believed he 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 disliked
him for one reason or another.� So yes,
Shuichi had become a little weary of people over the years.

To Shuichi, 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.� 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 to explain his uneasiness.� Unfortunately, he could not, not to the
satisfaction of his lover and best friend anyway.� It was why he always lied when they asked.� It was the most difficult decision Shuichi
had had to make in his entire life, but lying to the two people who meant the
world to him was the only thing that he could do because every time he tried to
broach the subject, they called him an idiot and refused to listen to his
complaints.

Instead, he poured his heart and problems out to his
twin cousins Shiro Kei and Kai 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, Seguchi Tohma allowed
his young cousin, Fujisaki Suguru, 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 a real bind.� When, at a family gathering, Shuichi
expressed this latest development and newest crisis, 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 excellence and the rest is
history.

Unlike his boyfriend and best friend, these three
actually took his worries seriously.�
Kei, Kai and Michael did not judge him or jump to conclusions.� They did not slap him upside the head or bonk
his head with their fist and call him names as if he was still that idiotic
eighteen-year-old.� They knew what
Shuichi had gone through as one of the world's most recognizable people and
trusted his judgment.� Regrettably, like
Shuichi, they had no idea what to do.

�He hasn't done anything,�
Michael confessed once with a helpless shrug.

The twins had nodded in
agreement with their friend�s assessment.

�If you're right about
him�,� Kei would start.

��

��unfortunately, there's
nothing anyone can do until he does do something,� Kai would finish.

That may be true, but by then, it might be too late.

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The sounds of Bad Luck's latest single filled the
quiet of the apartment.� It was a cover
of an old Scorpions song.� 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 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
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 Yasashii.� 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 soul mate.

��

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 eye, 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 with one last
thrust, they were both sent crashing over the edge.

Yasashii stumbled forward, catching himself with a
hand on the wall.� Breathing heavily, he
blinked and tried 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 very 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 white towel, the opening cords poured through
the apartment and the song began yet again.�
�Let's spend the night together��

---TBC---

Preview: Stalking
His Prey

A/N:� This guy is seriously deranged, isn�t he?
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