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The Bet	By : Rhonda Category: Gravitation > General Views: 9291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Thursday--Day Three

“Give me a shot of scotch.” Yuki shoved the menu across the table at the waiter.

“Vodka and juice.” Tatsuha didn’t even open his menu.

“Vodka and juice, Sir?”

“Vodka AND juice, what’s to understand?” Tatsuha shot an annoyed look at the waiter.

“Orange juice then, Sir?”

“Fine, fine, whatever you got.” Tatsuha waved his hand.

“Then you want a Screwdriver, correct?”

Tatsuha rolled his eyes. “Call it whatever gets you off, Guy, I don’t want to get into an argument over semantics with you! Just bring me my goddamned drink!”

The abused waiter had been about to ask Tatsuha if he was even of legal age to drink, but after finding himself on the receiving end of a verbal ass whooping, decided his day would go better if his customer got drunk and then accidentally stepped in front of a bus. He rushed to get the drink.

Yuki snorted tiredly. “My, aren’t we churlish today!”

“Shut up and keep your 50 cent words to your damn self!” Tatsuha snapped.

Poor Tatsuha. He had had a rough morning. Despite all efforts to the contrary, he’d ended up sleeping in the bathroom, again, this time listening to his dick blow through Eric Clapton’s entire catalog. When he was done with the solo years, his dick had back tracked through all of Cream and then threw in the Yardbirds for good measure. Tatsuha had had to listen to a harmonica version of “Sunshine of Your Love” echoing round and round his head until Ryu had banged on the door to get in. Tatsuha had opened the door and before Ryu could ask, shoved some lunch money at him and ran like hell to the bed, jumped in and pulled the covers up over his eyes. He’d stayed like that trying to flush “I Shot the Sheriff” out of his head until it was time for lunch.

Yuki wanted to laugh, but he wasn’t doing much better. He’d had to listen to Shuichi repeatedly ask what was wrong and why Yuki didn’t want him anymore before he left for work. The last thing he’d seen of his lover that morning was Shuichi’s huge, sad eyes looking for answers right before he’d closed the bedroom door. Yuki had unresponsively lain in bed, in the same place he’d lain all night, listening to the sounds of Shuichi slowly cross the living room and head out the front door. He hadn’t slept for the past two nights. He hadn’t eaten that morning or showered. He ignored the phone when it rang, only vaguely hearing the voice of his editor leave a message on the machine.

Yuki might not look as physically abused as Tatsuha, but he was definitely in the same boat as his brother and that boat was currently carrying both of them swiftly up the creek without a paddle. Leashes, lollipops, book…something had to give—and soon!

“Is Ryu beating you up for services not rendered?” he asked, nodding at Tatsuha’s fresh black eye. It made a lovely addition to the purple bruise on his chin.

“I fell last night and hit my eye on the nightstand.” Tatsuha stated. His drink arrived. He snatched it and downed it in one gulp, handing the empty glass back to the waiter before he had a chance to leave, completely missing Yuki’s perplexed look.

“Don’t ask.” He cut his brother’s question off before he opened his mouth.

“I wasn’t going to,” Yuki said, lying through his teeth. “The only thing I’m going to ask is, if you’re still Master—”

“Ah, shut the hell up!”

Yuki might have smiled had he not been so tired and horny himself. Suddenly, he saw the door to salvation crack open. Hesitating slightly he asked. “Are you…sure you want to continue this?” He looked at his brother very casually.

Tatsuha looked back. Yuki was looking almost as bad as he felt. Pale skin, dark circles beneath his eyes, hair uncombed, one cigarette in his mouth and a back up in his hand…

“Do you?” he asked back just as casually.

“Well, I’m just concerned. Things don’t seem to be going well for you and it certainly doesn’t seem to be going well for your health.”

“Worry about your damn self, I’m just fine!”

Yuki’s back ruffled. “All I’m saying is that if you want out, I won’t think any less of you.”

Tatsuha’s dick sat up on his bunk with interest.

Yuki’s dick and his ego exchanged glances.

Tatsuha gazed quietly at his brother. Yuki’s ego had him on a short leash. He was sure that Yuki was in as bad a way as he was, but Yuki just couldn’t bring himself to say that he’d made a mistake. Not after letting it go on this long. No, he needed his little brother to take the lead and bow out.

Why should I be the scapegoat when he started it? he thought to himself.

“It’s only a dollar, Tatsuha,” his dick said softly.

Tatsuha sighed heavily. He closed his eyes. He sighed again. Then…he agreed. This whole argument was stupid. He was going without and putting his own relationship in jeopardy all for the sake of a dollar and trying to save face in front of his brother. Tatsuha almost laughed at how dumb he’d been to buy into the whole affair. He’d even missed Naked Twister Tuesday AND Naked Tag Wednesday for goodness sake!

Smiling, he reached into his pocket for a dollar and began thinking of all the ways he’d make up for his own stupidity to Ryu…

Yuki’s ego saw Tatsuha mentally give in and did a happy dance. He blasted a recording of Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” through Yuki’s brain and Yuki smiled. Victory was his…

Neither Yuki nor Yuki’s ego saw Yuki’s dick frowning. “I think y’all are jumping the gun,” he said cautiously.

Yuki extended his hand for the dollar, sliding it slowly across the table top, palm up. His victory party with Shuichi was going to be so sweet! He wondered if the restaurant sold lollipops…

Tatsuha froze. His smile faded. He saw the smirk in his brother’s eyes. He saw his brother’s hand on the table. He saw Yuki’s ego doing an end zone shuffle. Yuki thought victory was already in the bag and if there was one thing Tatsuha hated, it was being thought of as a foregone conclusion by his brother.

“What are you reaching for?” Tatsuha asked, suddenly fired up.

Yuki actually faltered. “Uhh…”

“You think I’m going to roll over just so you can save face when you’re the one who started all this bullshit in the first place? I’ve missed Naked Twister Tuesday AND Naked Tag Wednesday all because of you and you STILL want me to cave first? Aw, HELL no! You can cancel your little victory party there partner, cuz this is still ON!”

Tatsuha jumped up and met the waiter who was bringing back his next drink. Tatsuha snatched it, sucked it down in one gulp and gave the waiter back the empty glass.

“It’s on the King!” he stated as he walked out.

“YOU DUMBASS!” Tatsuha’s dick screamed, flopping back down on his bunk.

“YOU DUMBASSES!” Yuki’s dick screamed at Yuki and Yuki’s ego.

“DUMBASS! What the hell just happened, here???” Yuki screamed out loud to no one in particular. He shook his head and banged his glass on the table demanding another shot. It was going to be a long night.

He had no idea.

*** ***

He’d had an out and had promptly blown it.

Tatsuha wanted to cry, but between the two previous nights of self imposed bathroom exile, he’d exhausted his supply of tears. Instead, he went back home and dropped down on the sofa heavily, ignoring the bedroom completely. He was never going in there again, he thought miserably to himself. That place was a deathtrap!

With Ryu at the studio, the house was empty and quiet and just what Tatsuha needed to get a little shut eye, except, as tired as he was, he couldn’t sleep either. So instead of either crying or sleeping, he sat on the sofa in a state of fitful consciousness, shivering and shaking. Something was wrong with him.

His skin felt prickly and crawly and his body felt achy and twitchy. His eyes were glazed and his mouth was dry and chalky. He sat there as sexual withdrawal set in hard and fast and like any good drug addict, began to dream about his next fix.

“Just a little taste would be fine. A little rub, a little kiss…just something to take the edge off.” Tatsuha whispered to himself through dry, cracked lips. He reminisced about his Ryu’s sweet kisses and about that thing he did with the marshmallows. He closed his eyes and submitted completely to feverish sleep. His dreams were filled with foreboding Technicolor images:

Of him being hunted in the jungle by some unseen prey…

Of wind rushing hollowly through the leaves of the trees and a low rhythmic rumbling announcing that something was coming…

Of him running desperately through the bush, scraping his head and his eye and his chin on outstretched limbs that clawed at him like hands only to find himself at a rocky dead end with no where to go…

Of his stalker coming towards him out of the darkness on his hands and knees wearing lace pants…

Of himself surrendering…

*** ***

Shuichi completely blew work that day. He forgot lyrics. He sang off key. He flubbed cues. Because of him, they’d had to scrub so many sessions, that Fujisaki had simply up and left. Disgusted, K sent him home to get some sleep and told him that whatever it was that was bothering him had better be fixed by the morning or he’d be all over him like buckshot.

Shuichi believed him wholeheartedly, but hadn’t the faintest idea of how to “fix” his situation. On top of having to obsessively worry about Yuki, Shuichi had suddenly found himself deprived of the one thing he could count on in their relationship—like clockwork. Sex! Without so much a warning, he’d been cut off—ACCESS DENIED and he hadn’t the foggiest idea why or how to “fix” it.

The flat was empty when Shuichi got there.

Just as well, he thought sadly. Yuki wasn’t speaking to him, let alone doing anything else to him. Maybe the peace and quiet would do him some good.

He started to go to the bedroom to take a nap, then on impulse detoured to the bathroom. Biting his bottom lip, he rummaged through the under-sink cabinet. Coming up with what he’d been searching for, he headed back to the bedroom. He might not be able to make Yuki want him anymore, but maybe there was something he could do to prevent K from killing him after all…

*** ***

Yuki returned to the flat truly pissed off. His brother was a complete and total idiot! He’d offered him a way out—a gracious way to get back to the natural order of things and what did the arse do? Threw it back in his face! And made him pay for his drinks on top of that!

Yuki threw his jacket on the floor. How did he get to this place in his life where he of all people had to withhold sex from himself? Natural selection dictated that it should be the other way around, with him doing all the withholding from other people. This sudden evolutionary shift was more than just pissing him off, it was backing him up like rush hour gridlock and that wasn’t helping his mood one bloody iota.

“Goddamnit, I’m still the alpha male here!” he cursed out loud. “I should be having all the sex a body can stand and then some!”

He was still standing in the middle of his living room fuming when he heard it-- a soft sound, coming from the bedroom. He stood still. The sound came again, almost like a voice saying something. Then another sound, short and abrupt, followed it.

Shuichi was supposed to be at the studio…but the sound came again, louder this time.

“Shuichi?” Yuki crept quietly toward the bedroom to investigate.

*** ***

Tatsuha wasn’t sure where his dream stopped and life took over, but when he slowly opened his eyes, the one thing he was sure of was that he was no longer alone.

Though he felt no breeze, a slow hollow wind was rushing its way through the living room. On that breeze rode a lilting guitar riff, repeating and winding, mysterious and heralding. Something ominous was coming. Together, the wind and the riff played off each other as they were joined by the low stalking rumble of a rhythmic bass line. The three were kept on tempo by a steady, insistent beat. Not too fast, not too slow, and altogether too sexy.

As the music continued, a movement from the direction of the bedroom caught the corner of his eye. He shifted his barely open eyes toward it and after a second could just make out Ryu’s outline standing still and silent in the half dark of the late evening light.

“Ryu?” he whispered hoarsely.

The atmospheric music continued, the haunting tap of the snare beginning to punctuate the light, deliberate steps Ryu took with each beat. With each step, he swayed his body back and forth in time with the music. His arms raised slowly at his sides like a sensuous wraith.

What was going on? Tatsuha would have frowned but his body was all but done and his mind was all but shut down.

Ryu came forward in the half light. His face still enshrouded in shadows, he stopped just short of the other side of the coffee table, facing Tatsuha. His body continued swaying in time with the music and when the bass line suddenly shifted in compliment to the steady, undulating guitar riff, he dipped slowly and met it, showing off long, lithe legs adoringly covered in lace…

Horrible, awful realization seeped through Tatsuha’s cluttered mind like thick syrup.

“Oh my fucking god. It’s Naked Lap Dance Thursday.” And he was already sitting on the sofa.

*** ***

Yuki hovered at the closed bedroom door and strained to identify the noises coming from the other side. Slowly he began to make out breathing…heavy breathing…and what sounded like crying. No, not crying, Yuki realized as the sound came louder. Whimpers and sobbing? No, not sobs. Moans. Then he heard a single word. It floated like a slivery hiss through the door and shot like an arrow straight into his ear and to the center of his brain.

“Yessss….”

*** ***

Ryu dipped again and came up in time with the music. He turned softly on his heels, wound his rear down and then corkscrewed it back up with the light colored lace giving where it should and naughtily stretching where it shouldn’t.

Tatsuha exhaled, his breath carried away by the persistent musical breeze that lent a seductive, whispery ambiance to the song playing on the stereo.

“I thought I took away all the cds?” Tatsuha murmured.

“It was already in the player.” Ryu replied softly.

Tatsuha immediately stiffened. In just that short sentence, Ryu told him something he really didn’t want to know. Gone was his Ryu-chan’s happy child like voice and pronunciations. Instead, Tatsuha heard a deeper, more manly tone, husky and sexy. Tatsuha’s eyes widened. His saving grace and the only way he’d made it this far was the fact that Ryu had stayed Ryu. Now suddenly…

Ryu turned back around and delicately placed his hands on the coffee table. He followed them with his knees and he moved his body forward, completely into the failing light. On all fours directly in front of Tatsuha, Ryuichi Sakuma nailed his lover to the back of the sofa with the predatory blue gaze of a stalking animal.

Oh no! Tatsuha mouthed.

Ryuichi Sakuma was in the house and he’d brought his game face and an extra pair of lace pants with him.

*** ***

“Yesss…” The word sounded again, this time louder and more insistent. “Yesss!…” It came again more sharply this time and was followed by a definite moan, a definite pant and a definite whimper.

Yuki’s eyes widened. What the hell was going on? Even as he moved to open the door, not sure what he was going to find, he found himself aroused by the sounds and excited by the possibilities.

Yuki’s ego started to make a move to stop him only to find himself staring at the business end of a Glock. “Where you going, Shorty?” Yuki’s dick asked as…

Yuki opened the door.

His eyes widened at what he saw.

*** ***

Ryuichi rose to his knees on top of the table and slowly raked his hands up his thighs, making little scratchy sound trails with his nails. Bam! He spread his folded legs in one abrupt, almost violent movement and began to sinew with the music like an aroused cobra, hypnotizing Tatsuha with his motions. Without withdrawing his gaze, he continued his hands on their journey upward, around the obvious, over his belly chain, past his navel, up the smooth, lean, completely naked chest and past his nipples. His hands snaked their way up to grasp the satiny front of his throat and gently pushed his head back--finally breaking the visual chokehold he’d been holding over Tatsuha. Ryuichi closed his eyes and slid one of his hands up to his mouth while he continued to massage his throat. Slipping a finger into his parted lips, he opened his mouth and rolled out the red carpet of his tongue to meet it, welcome it, beckon it inside. His finger followed willingly and soon he was making love to it with his tongue curled, his throat massaged, his body swayed and all of it in time with the music, which had begun to grow louder and more insistent. Moans began sliding out of deep within his throat.

Tatsuha began to breathe in time with the music.

*** ***

Yuki opened the door to find Shuichi, not at the studio at all, but lying, naked and writhing on the bed, determinedly breaking rule number three—manhandling. Jerking off, having a solo flight and being true to his own self,

Shuichi lay in the middle of the bed, eyes closed, panting and moaning, stroking himself to the Technicolor images of Yuki playing in his mind’s eye:

He imagined it was Yuki’s hands plying him forcefully…

He imagined it was Yuki’s intense gaze he was staring and losing himself into…

He imagined it was Yuki’s voice and hot breath he was hearing in his ear, moaning with him, breathing with him and telling him all the dirty things he was going to do to him before it was all said and done…

Yuki stood stock still taking in the picture displayed before him.

Then he closed the door behind him.

*** ***

Ryuichi deliberately slid his wet finger out of his mouth and back down his chest leaving a slick, shiny trail behind it. Still undulating and massaging his throat, he slipped his roving hand into the waist of his pants and down the front. He threw his optical rope back around Tatsuha’s neck, forcing him to look into his eyes as he massaged himself in time with the music, increasing the pressure as the song’s volume rose, playing his tongue over his lips while his breath quickened.

Ryuichi rocked himself, thoroughly enjoying the sensations he was feeling and giving Tatsuha while he pleasured himself. He smiled and clenched his teeth as he took it to the next level and started stroking.

Tatsuha’s hands started moving to his own lap. They moved on their own accord and his will, which had suddenly departed the premises, was nowhere to be found to try to stop them.

*** ***

Yuki watched Shuichi sliding his hand up and down, up and down, giving his slippery, baby oiled erection plenty of play. Shuichi’s hips moved in time with his rhythm.

“Mmmm….nnhhh…haaaah…” Shuichi’s deep throated moans, sent anticipation marching down Yuki’s spine. His breathing began to match Shuichi’s…

“Yesss…..”

*** ***

Seeing what Tatsuha was about to do, Ryuichi smiled a hooded eyed smile and shook his head slightly. Removing his hand, he slowly got back on all fours and then, raising his bottom in the air, he gave himself a soft push and pulled his body upward into a slow front hand stand, right there on top of their very sturdy coffee table!! Ever so slowly, his legs came up and over. In a tight, graceful, extremely controlled arc, they floated down in front of Tatsuha, giving him a long, sliding, leisurely, birds-eye view of everything to come. Ryuichi’s legs came to a landing on the floor in front of Tatsuha. Without breaking the momentum, the rest of Ryuichi wound around and followed to fold on top of his legs and come to rest on his knees, on the floor, in front of Tatsuha.

He placed his hands on Tatsuha’s thighs and began to slither up the length of him while the song lyrics, as lush and sensuous as the music that’d preceded them, finally kicked in.

…Does it go from the east to west, y’all?

Body free and a body less, y’all?

Come again just to start afresh, and

Once again to find a home…

The door to the brig rattled on its hinges…

*** ***

Shuichi heard the door close softly over the sounds of his ministrations and opened his eyes.

Yuki stood at the foot of the bed, eye lids at half mast, lips parted to let forth the almost visible huffs of breath being quickly exhaled, watching him.

Shuichi continued what he was doing, getting off even more now that he was being watched. His strokes gained speed when he saw Yuki’s obvious arousal. He did still want him!

Yuki panted. “Do you like it when I watch?”

Shuichi smiled. “Yesss….”

…In the moment of the meantime…

*** ***

…Dropping in coming through the mesh, y’all,

Checking in just to get it blessed, y’all

Hard to leave when it’s picturesque and,

Find a form that’s free to roam…

Ryuichi’s form freely roamed up the languid path of Tatsuha, pinning his lover’s hands to his sides as he did so. Still grasping Tatsuha’s hands, Ryuichi slithered himself over Tatsuha’s legs, bending his head and letting his lips and outstretched tongue ride a course over Tatsuha’s hardness, nipping and kissing him through his pants as he went.

Tatsuha’s breath hitched in the back of his throat sharply and he panted for air. His knees wobbled. He tried to free himself from Ryuichi’s grip, but the grip tightened, draining what little strength Tatsuha had left. Finally he let himself go and be carried where Ryuichi wanted him to go.

*** ***

…Where you come from?

Where you going?…

“Nnnnmmm….” Shuichi moaned aloud again imagining the things that must be going through Yuki’s mind right now. He imagined Yuki crawling his way up the bed, straddling him, whispering his plans of lust and fornication…

Shuichi’s breathing became heavier and he slowly, deliberately, spread his legs for Yuki in offerance and invitation.

Yuki gasped in spite of himself as he watched his lover open his legs for him.

His already hard erection jumped to painful.

“Is that an invitation?” Yuki’s voice grew increasingly hoarse with each word.

“Yesss…”

The bet, his brother, his book, his deadline, all of it slid like so many glasses from a table and shattered when they hit the floor of Yuki’s desire.

Yuki grew hot. Yuki grew harder. Yuki grew tired of waiting.

Yuki began unbuttoning his shirt and when he was done, he let it slide down his back and flutter away from him.

…Where you come from?…

*** ***

…Where you going?…

Ryuichi nuzzled at the front of Tatsuha’s pants for a few seconds more then continued his winding path, moving slowly and deliberately up his stomach, then his chest, pushing his shirt out of the way and licking and teasing as he went.

Tatsuha’s breath stuttered and became ragged. Ryuichi enjoyed the sudden shuddering motions of breathing he saw reflected there, knowing that he was cause of it. Then, halfway up, Ryuichi rotated and took Tatsuha’s arms with him. Turning a full 360 degrees, he brought himself to a seat on Tatsuha’s lap and brought Tatsuha’s crossed arms overtop his head to rest on his chest.

…Do it all, then it all again, y’all,

Make it up and you make a friend, y’all…

Facing away from Tatusha, Ryuichi began grinding himself against his partner’s hardness in time with the music. He continued to hold himself inside Tatsuha’s criss-crossed embrace.

…Paddle on just around the bend and,

Find a place where you can see…

Tatsuha’s head fell back against the top of the sofa and he closed his eyes, allowing his own body to be swept up within Ryuichi’s dance. His breath came in hot, noisy gasps and he felt Ryuichi slowly move his arms apart, then guide his hands to his own hot nipples. Still grinding, he moved Tatsuha’s hands in slow, lazy circles, using his lover’s fingertips to masturbate the sensitive flesh that was swiftly becoming hard and pebbly. When his nipples grew taut and pulled against the rest of his skin, Ryuichi whimpered loudly and his grinding became harder. He let his head fall back against Tatsuha’s chest and they moved together.

…All the mama’s and the papas…

Tatsuha felt Ryuichi’s skin prickle with goosebumps, triggering a rash of his own…

Tatsuha was not going to make it…

*** ***

Yuki opened the top of his pants and unzipped them.

“Stroke yourself harder,” he commanded. His voice was soft, but it carried volumes echoing in the room.

Shuichi obediently did as he was told. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to last, but he pumped himself like mad and felt his whole body buck with the effort.

“Uhh, uhh, ahhh!!…”

Shuichi felt a pull on the bed and felt Yuki straddling his ankles. With torturous pacing, Yuki crawled his way up Shuichi, dragging his lower body as he went, making sure it rubbed and pulled and shifted against Shuichi’s hot, already sensitive skin.

Shuichi’s pace quickened even more and he began to shake. Yuki saw that he wasn’t going to last.

…Take a chance on a recommend, y’all

Hard as hell just to comprehend, y’all…

Yuki hovered over Shuichi, chest to heaving chest and lowered his body on top of him. Shuichi, ready to blow at any second, impulsively stopped and taking Yuki by surprise, he grabbed Yuki’s shoulders and rolled him onto his back, straddling him as he had been straddled, rubbing and grinding himself against the front of Yuki’s pants.

“What… are you… going to … do to me?” he could barely get the words out.

Yuki gritted his teeth. He was threatening to punch a hole right through his pants. He panted and Shuichi ground himself against him again.

“What are you going to do to me???” Sweat dropped from his sodden hair and fell on Yuki’s lips. Yuki licked it.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Shuichi ground him again.

Yuki groaned out loud and closed his eyes and whispered hotly…

“I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked in your life.”

*** ***

…Disbelief that I do suspend, and

Easy now to find a breeze…

Suddenly, Ryuichi stopped grinding Tatsuha and shifted slightly to his left. Scooting down a little in Tatsuha’s lap, he extended his right leg slowly, raising the leg with limber, balletic grace until his knee was almost parallel with his face. He then raised his left arm over his head and waited.

Tatsuha, barely maintaining, knew what he had to do. Like so many times before, he grasped Ryuichi’s left hand with his own left hand and almost faster than the eye could track, spun Ryuichi around in place on his lap and yanked him to his chest, leaning his head back to give Ryuichi’s leg the extra clearance it needed.

Ryuichi faced Tatsuha and planted both feet firmly on the sofa on either side of him. Then, without warning, he began riding Tatsuha like a racehorse.

Tatsuha tried to look away, but Ryuichi grabbed his face and forced it back to him. He held Tatsuha captive in his hands while he continued to gyrate wildly, rubbing erection against erection, hip against hip, hammering Tatsuha into the back of the sofa.

Tatsuha lost all control.

“Ahh, ahhh. Ahhh!!!” he gasped out loud. “Ry…ui…chi, ahh…god!

He tried to writhe, but Ryuichi held him fast--held his face directly before his own, exchanging breath for breath, eyes locked into eyes.

“Ahha, uhhh! MMMMM….pant, pant, pant…”

Ryuichi clenched his teeth, slammed his feet into the back of the sofa and ground even harder.

“UHHHH!…..I’m…I’m…uhhh…Jesus….I’m…cum…ming…”

Tatsuha felt his eyes flutter. He couldn’t hold on. He couldn’t maintain. He couldn’t care less.

*** ***

The phone was ringing. Yuki could barely hear it over his own voice.

“I’m going to fuck you right now.”

The phone continued to ring.

“Yessss…” Shuichi threw his head back.

Yuki raised up and pushed Shuichi backward on the bed. He pinned both of his hands over his head with just one of his own.

“Fuck me, Yuki!” Shuichi was right at the edge. “God, FUCK ME …PLEASE!!!” he wrapped his legs around Yuki’s bare back.

“Eiri.” Yuki croaked as he ripped at his pants. “Eiri.”

“Eiri…Eiri, PLEASE!!”

“Where you come from…”

*** ***

“Where you going?…”

Tatsuha was overloading. He was going to cum and he couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to stop himself. Everything on his body shook uncontrollably. He was ready to explode. His breathing stopped and only hard scraping gasps escaped him. He was covered in sweat. His head shook in Ryuichi’s hands.

“Cum for me.” He heard Ryuichi’s voice issue the command.

“Cum for me!”

Ryuichi redoubled his efforts, clenching his knees to Tatsuha’s sides to get a better grip.

“CUM FOR ME!” It wasn’t a statement. It was a demand.

*** ***

“Yuki-san!” the voice screeched out from the answering machine was gripped in the state of desperation.

“Where are you??? Don’t tell me you forgot!! The schedule release meeting started a half hour ago!!! I told you it was today back at the meeting and I called you this morning to remind you!!! Now, because you’re not here, they’re deciding to push the release date up two months!!! Get over here right now!!!” the machine clicked off amid despairing wails.

His editor’s screams pierced the heavy veil of lust surrounding Yuki’s brain.

“Eiri…” breathed Shuichi.

The phone rang again and again the machine picked up.

“They’re deciding on a THREE month push now, Yuki-san!!! YUKI-SAN!!!”

Yuki snapped to. THREE MONTHS!!! Holy shit, that was going to leave him less than three weeks to finish his book, get it edited and get it to press.

Yuki clenched his teeth.

“Please…” Shuichi breathed.

“Ahhh…FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!”

Yuki rolled off the bed, grabbed his pants and shirt and scrambled into them on his way to the door.

“SHUICHI!!” he called back from the living room.

“Don’t you move a GODDAMNED muscle!!! I’ll be back as soon as I can and I swear to GOD, you better be right where I left you!!!”

“I HATE MY FUCKING BRO—” the door slammed shut on the rest of the sentence.

Shuichi, suddenly alone, still hard and sweaty looked about bewildered.

“What the hell just happened here???”

*** ***

Tatsuha, shaking violently, squeezed his eyes shut…

“NNnn…..mmmm…pant…”

Opened his mouth…

“Uhh….Ahhhh…. Ahhhh!”

And passed out…

“ohhhh…..”

The last thing he heard was bitter screaming coming from somewhere near the vicinity of the brig. “NOOOO….!”

Ryuichi stopped. Usually Tatsuha went BOOM now. Puzzled by the sudden stop in movement on Tatsuha’s behalf, he lifted his man’s lolling head. Prying open an eyelid he clearly saw that Tatsuha had left the building. Beneath him, the rock solid hardness that he’d been riding with gleeful abandon, began to soften and fade.

“Oops,” said Ryuichi. “I think I broke him.”

…Where you come from…

Where you going…

Ryuichi sagged in disappointment.

“We didn’t even get to the fast guitar part!”

…Where you come from?

Where you going?…

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Yuki spent the rest of the afternoon and the better part of the evening fighting with his publisher. After threatening to visit bodily harm on everyone in the room he managed to get them down to a one month push. Even that small victory wasn’t enough to keep him from slamming the door on his way out.

Stomping down the hall, he was then stopped by his editor who wanted to go over the proofs and yes, it had to be right then because the publisher was demanding a copy to take to a shareholder’s meeting first thing in the morning and no he couldn’t go home and come back. The president and the CFO of the company had put their foot down. The company had to strike while the iron was still hot from the press being received over “The Great Event,” and the shareholders were adamant that they capitalize on it in every way they could.

Yuki never thought he’d see the day when he actually wanted to murder someone voluntarily.

Well welcome to Thursday, Yuki, today’s the lucky day.

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That night:

Yuki got home so late or rather so early, he didn’t even bother to look for Shuichi. He found his boy mostly right where he’d left him. Only this time he was in bed, with his pjs on and asleep. Ignoring the note about dinner being in the microwave, he fell into bed with his clothes on and fell immediately into a tired, frustrated sleep.

Tatsuha remained out for the rest of the night and by default got the first good night’s sleep he’d had all week.

Ryuichi curled up beside him and fell asleep with his head in Tatsuha’s lap, wondering briefly what Naked Free For All Friday held in store for him. He hoped it was something that he could get finished…he was starting to get antsy!

And because Tatsuha was in no condition to do it for himself, Tatsuha’s dick wept for him…bitterly.

End Chapter 4: Thursday--Day Three

Author’s Note:

The song used is by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It’s called “Venice Queen” and can be found on their “By the Way” album. I don’t own it in any way shape or form. If you’re not familiar with the song, you can check out a very good snippet of it on cdnow.com and get a feel for the mood I was trying to set. I think it’s perfect to have a nice little tryst to.

Clarification—in my universe Ryu-chan is to Clark Kent what Ryuichi Sakuma is to Superman (an analogy I’m sure has been made before)--two sides of the same entity existing in the same body. The everyday side is goofy, sweet, mental case Ryu-chan but when the job needs getting done, sexy, bold Ryuichi comes out and takes care of business. That’s why Tatsuha thought he had a shot at winning because until today, Ryuichi hadn’t put in an appearance. Although, come to think of it, he still didn’t do that well against Ryu-chan…

Glock: A type of gun

Hang in there. Last chapter ahead and everyone gets what’s coming to them in the end…ha!--in the end…hahahahahaha….
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