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The Rose Line	By : Rhonda Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: The Second Night’s Waltz

Eiri advanced on him. Shuichi felt panic roll down him like cold water as he stumbled backward.

Oh My God! Shuichi thought. I’m found out! He’s going to go straight back to Tohma with that poem and it’ll be all over. I’ve failed!

His eyes darted to the bed. The dagger! Maybe I can use it to keep him from leaving the room. Even as the thought entered his head, he saw Eiri turn to see what he was looking at.

Shit! I gave myself away! Shuichi’s panic turned to desperation. While Eiri was distracted, Shu tried to dash around him and snatch the dagger up.

Eiri spun back around and saw what was happening. He threw the rose on the bed and grabbed Shuichi, shoving him roughly onto the bed beside it. Shu tried to roll and reach the weapon, but Eiri was on him in an instant, pinning him where he landed. Shuichi struggled beneath him. He turned and kicked out. He squirmed and tried shoving back. He hit him with his fists causing Eiri to lean on him heavily and wrench Shu’s hands together up over his head.

It was no use. Eiri was bigger and he was stronger.

He opened his mouth to scream. Eiri dropped the poem and clamped his hand over it, muffling Shu’s cries. Shu did the last thing he could, he bit down on the hand covering his mouth.

Eiri flinched with pain but didn’t let go. Instead Shuichi saw him blink and look back at him. For an instant, Shuichi thought he saw the blank expression he’d seen him wear thus far, clear and something flicker behind those amber colored eyes.

Eiri blinked again and the blank expression returned as if it had never left. He moved his hand to grip Shu’s face again and leaned harder on Shuichi, pushing him into the mattress.

Shuichi stopped struggling. The hand over his mouth and nose and the heavy body pinning him to the bed was making it hard to breathe. He tried to gasp for air, but couldn’t get enough. He was going limp and his world was starting to go black.

Tears slid from his eyes as they fluttered toward unconsciousness.

Instantly the hand left his face. Shuichi felt the weight on his body lift and shift in position on the bed. He felt his head jiggle slightly then someone tilted his head upward to open his air passage.

Slowly Shuichi opened his eyes. Eiri was still hovering over him, but was no longer mashing him into the bed. He was looking down at him with an indecipherable expression.

Weakly, Shu tried to move and found that his hands were still pinned over his head.

“Please, let me go,” he whispered.

Eiri didn’t reply. He also didn’t move.

Shu tried again. “I’m not trying to hurt anyone, I swear. I’m trying to help.”

Nothing.

“I want to help you. I want to help all of you. I want to try to get you out of here.” Shuichi tried to appeal to whatever humanity was left inside of Eiri. He already knew about the poem and could easily turn him in to Tohma or worse. Shuichi played the only card he had left.

“Mika sent me.” Shuichi searched for some kind of recognition in Eiri’s eyes. He found none. Shuichi tried again, feeling his frustration turn into hot tears.

“Mika your sister. You have a sister who’s trying to help you.”

Nothing. Shuichi started to cry.

“You have a sister that loves you. Remember Mika? Remember you and Tatsuha and her together? Remember you and Tatsuha sacrificed yourselves for her?” Shuichi sobbed. “You have to remember! Please, wake up, Eiri! Wake, up!!!” He struggled against Eiri again and again went nowhere.

He looked up at Eiri. There was nothing behind those eyes that looked down at him.

“Please…” Shuichi closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.

There was a small movement above him. Shu opened his eyes to see Eiri straddling him. He let go of Shu’s hands and reached for the rose he’d brought with him. Holding it in his hand, he squeezed against the thorns on the stem.

Shu watched as Eiri’s eyes cleared a little. Eiri squeezed again, this time harder. He grimaced a bit with pain.

“Shuichi,” Eiri breathed. He squeezed the rose again and again, he spoke.

“Mika sent you.” Eiri grabbed the poem and shoved it in front of Shu. “Her handwriting.”

Shuichi’s heart raced and his eyes widened with hope. “Yes! Yes! She gave that to me. She told me all about you and Tatsuha and Tohma and this house!”

Eiri squeezed the rose again and dug the thorns into his hand. “Leave. You can’t break the spell.”

Shuichi despaired. “No! There must be a way—a way to make Tohma break one of the rules of the pact. Mika and K believe there must be a way to do that and if that happens you can all go free!”

“No.” The word came out just before Eiri’s eyes clouded again.

Shuichi grabbed Eiri’s hand and looked at it. It was pocked with tiny red holes. Shu jammed the rose into Eiri’s hand again. Spots of blood welled in his palm.

“We have to try, I won’t leave you here!” The determination in his voice was strong.

“Came to tell you…not safe for you here.”

Shuichi grabbed Eiri’s hands and shoved his shirt cuffs up. Neither wrist had a bracelet.

“But you’re defying the pact now, aren’t you? I already know from speaking with the others that you can’t talk about anything forbidden like leaving. The others don’t remember their outside families or their lives before coming here. You do! You just told me about Mika, so there must be a way to defeat this!”

Eiri held up his left hand. A plain gold wedding band graced his ring finger.

“I’m bound.” His eyes promptly clouded over.

Shuichi beat the bed with frustration. Eiri’s intervals of lucidity were becoming shorter each time he had them.

He made a grab for the ring and tried to pull it off. Eiri went rigid suddenly and shook him violently. He shoved Shu hard against the bed, then grabbed him by the throat and squeezed.

“I love Tohma,” he said softly. “I love him with all my heart.”

Shuichi was scared like he’d never been before in his life. Eiri was slowly choking him to death.

“Please, Eiri, stop! STOP!” He clawed at Eiri’s hands trying to get him to release his throat.

“I belong to him.” Eiri squeezed harder. Shuichi clutched at his hands. He couldn’t budge them. He flailed out with his arms and moved trying to catch more air. His hand hit the hilt of the dagger. Grabbing it, he pulled it to him and stabbed the back of Eiri’s hand with it.

Eiri howled in pain and let go, rolling off of Shuichi. He breathed heavily by Shu’s side, holding his hand.

Suddenly he grabbed Shuichi by the collar and pulled him close. He looked directly into Shu’s eyes.

Shuichi could see a range of emotions roiling there.

“Find the box.” Eiri said—his words tumbled together rapidly. “Find the box in his study. Open the box and I will go free and we will free the others.” His eyes were already starting to cloud.

Eiri shook his head as if to clear it. Breathing quickly he pulled Shu closer.

“The ring…bracelets…won’t…come off…don’t…try.” He was breathing hard with effort now, each word a struggle.

He grabbed Shu’s face. “I…I…ssso…rry…” With the last of his will he kissed Shu. He held Shu hard against him and kissed him fiercely.

Then abruptly he stopped and let Shu drop to the bed. He blinked against it, but the cloudiness came. This time it stayed.

Shuichi looked up to find a blank expression looking back at him—a mere shadow of the Eiri he’d seen just a few short moments ago.

“I look forward to your concert this evening, Mr. Shindou,” he said calmly. “Please join us for dinner soon.”

With that, Eiri got up and left the room, leaving Shuichi heaving and shaking on the bed.

*** ***

“Ah, there you are, Mr. Shindou. I was just about to send someone up to escort you.” Tohma smiled up at him as Shuichi entered the dining hall.

Shuichi crossed the room and sat in the seat Tohma offered him to his left next to Ryu.

“Did you get lost again?” asked Hiro. “I swear you have no sense of direction at all do you?” He smiled across the table at him.

Seated beside Hiro, directly to the right of Tohma, was Eiri.

“You remember Eiri from this afternoon, don’t you Mr. Shindou?” He covered Eiri’s hand with his own. “I don’t believe proper introductions were made. Eiri, this is Mr. Shindou our most revered celebrity guest.”

Eiri nodded at Shuichi, giving no indication that they’d ever spoken at all.

“I remember you from this afternoon. Tohma has told me a lot about you and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. I look forward to this evening’s concert.”

Shuichi nodded at Eiri and looked away. Shu wore a high collared cravat that spilled silkily over the neckline of his dark rose colored waistcoat. It hid the bruises that had darkened around his throat where Eiri had tried to kill him just moments earlier. Shuichi could still feel his fingers clasped there.

Tohma continued. “Mr. Shindou, may I please present Eiri Uesugi, my companion.”

Shuichi looked up to see Tohma smiling at him. Had he imagined the edged emphasis in Tohma’s voice when he had referred to Eiri as his companion?

Shuichi smiled as best he could and bowed at Eiri from across the table. After that, he kept his eyes glued on his dinner.

The rest of the meal continued in much the same fashion as the night before with general conversation and soft laughter accompanying the sounds of their dining. Shuichi however, was in a far less jovial mood. Though he tried to keep up his end of the talk as best he could, even throwing in a smile here and there where required, it took all of his strength and will to do it.

Shuichi was having the damndest time trying to keep himself together. What had happened between him and Eiri just moments before kept shattering any attempt he made at keeping up with the conversation. Even his eyes betrayed him. Despite all efforts to stop them, they constantly slid of their own accord back to Eiri who sat almost across from him looking resplendid in a chocolate colored waistcoat that accented his hair and brought out the amber in his eyes.

Even a sight such as that couldn’t keep Shuichi in the discussion around him. Everyone’s voices blended and faded into background noise as Shu’s mind raced with questions.

How had Eiri broken the spell—even temporarily? Did it have to do with the fact that he didn’t wear a bracelet?

Find the box, Eiri had said. What box? The poem didn’t mention a box. He thought hard back to the one and only time he’d been inside Tohma’s study the previous afternoon when he’d arrived. He hadn’t seen any box, had he? What kind of box was Eiri talking about? He had said to open it and he would be set free. What was in the box? If it was something that could set Eiri free from his spell, what made him think that Shuichi would be able to open it? Weren’t things like that usually guarded with dragons and nasty bolts of lightning?

No, Shu thought sadly, there is no way I’m just going to be able to waltz in like the wind and take away Tohma’s most precious plaything.

The situation was looking more hopeless with each passing minute and the elation Shuichi had felt earlier at finally having a plan to help his friends, deflated along with it.

A loud clinking noise shook Shu out of his miserable fog. He looked up. Eiri had dropped his wine glass. A red stain seeped like blood through the white of the tablecloth.

“Are you alright Eiri?” Tohma moved to mop up the wine that was pooling near Eiri’s plate.

“I’m fine. Just a bit clumsy.” Eiri carefully picked up his glass and held it gingerly while Hiro dabbed at the wine that was heading toward him.

Shuichi noticed the wince that crossed Eiri’s face when he picked up the glass. There and gone in a blink, Shuichi clearly saw the pain that his wounded hand, hidden beneath the long lace cuff of the shirt under his waistcoat, was causing.

While everyone was preoccupied with the spill, Eiri eyes slid over to Shu and for just a second, they met. Shu thought for certain something moved in Eiri’s eyes but it was gone almost before he’d even registered it had happened. Eiri turned back to Tohma and smiled at him.

“Thank you,” he said softly to Tohma.

Tohma smiled back. “Any time, My Love.”

In his seat, Shuichi felt like he’d been gut punched by the sickening exchange he’d just seen.

And just beneath his misery, serious anger began to simmer and seethe.

*** ***

The wine was flowing and with each glass, Shuichi was having more and more trouble keeping his anger in check. All throughout the concert, he’d been treated to the sight Tohma and Eiri sitting together on a couch, cozily making out, nuzzling one another, holding hands and generally making Shuichi sick as a dog.

This evening, Hiro, who as it turned out was a wonderful musician, had accompanied Shuichi on his guitar and a small lyre that Tohma had produced for him to play. Shu sat on a stool beside him singing for their audience.

They were kissing again. Shu’s world reeled. He wasn’t sure if it was what he was being forced to witness or the wine. He finished the song he was singing through gritted teeth.

“Excellent!” Tohma clapped and jumped up to fill Shuichi’s glass again. “That was wonderful!” Shuichi, who knew he should refuse, drank it down straight after seeing Eiri reach for Tohma and beckon him back to sit beside him.

“Sing us another one, Shuichi!” Ryu waved at him to get his attention. Shuichi was suddenly having trouble focusing. He saw Ryu’s blur smiling at him.

Ryu and Tatsuha had also been having an intimate time while listening to Shu sing--holding one another, kissing and cuddling. He watched Tatsuha refill Ryu’s glass and…Shuichi squinted. He watched Tatsuha quietly swirl the glass in his hand before giving it back to Ryu.

Shuichi blinked. Had Tatsuha just put something in Ryu’s drink? Shu shook his head. Maybe it was time he laid off the wine.

“Yes,” agreed Hiro, “sing another one.”

“Anything you like,” Tohma said right before he went back to kissing Eiri.

Shu watched Tohma in his dark red waistcoat, sitting like royalty, commanding those around him like dogs for his entertainment. He saw Tatsuha cradling Ryu in his arms, trying to protect him from the unseen dangers that he was helpless to protect even himself against. He saw Hiro sitting on his stool, smiling at him emptily.

The anger which had been doing a slow burn just beneath the surface of Shu’s weariness all night hit the boiling point.

“Alright.” Shuichi rifled through his music book and handed Hiro a sheet.

“You all should like this one. It’s something new that I’ve been working on since I arrived. It’s a little non traditional, but I think it has a lovely sentiment.”

A warning at the back of Shu’s head said stop. Shu’s liquid confidence said go. Shu went.

Hiro began playing the deep bass notes on his guitar. The notes hummed and melded together in a slow, seductive aire, melodic and beckoning, sucking the listener into a sweet, hypnotic rhythm like a Greek siren of yore.

Shuichi smiled and closed his eyes, moving with the groove, ready to give back what he’d received in such bulk for the past two days.

He opened his mouth and sang.

Whenever I’m alone with you…

You make me feel like I am home again…

Whenever I’m alone with you…

You make me feel like I am whole again…

He thought of Eiri in the hallway that morning and how their first face-to-face meeting made him feel like something had finally clicked into place. Something that he’d been waiting for his entire life.

Whenever I’m alone with you…

You make me feel like I am young again…

Whenever I’m alone with you…

You make me feel like I am fun again…

Shuichi remembered Eiri’s kiss. That one instance had been enough to send Shuichi into a heated frenzy. Even now as his thoughts lingered on the act, he felt himself grow hot once again. He opened his eyes to see Eiri looking directly at him. So was Tohma. The two sat watching Shuichi, each with unfathomable expressions.

Shu ignored Tohma completely and began directing his vocals directly toward their intended target. The man sitting to Tohma’s right. Eiri Uesugi.

However far away…

I will always love you…

However long I stay…

I will always love you…

Shu caught Eiri’s eyes and in a turn of pace, he held them in his own, commanding them to stay. They did.

Whatever words I say…

I will always love you …

I will always love you …

Boosted by Eiri’s continuing attention, Shuichi turned to the man completely. The fireplace behind him, Hiro beside him, Ryu, Tatsuha and Tohma, all of Seguchi House faded into the background. In that space and in that instant, it was just Shuichi Shindou singing to the man he’d loved for as long as he could remember—loved even before he knew his name. Loved before he’d even seen his face. Loved before he’d even heard his voice. Eiri Uesugi.

Shuichi poured all of the bottled up feeling and emotion that he’d carried with him his whole life in preparation for this moment into the song he sang for Eiri. He held out his hand to Eiri and directed all of his love and his strength toward the man that sat in front of him. Spell or no spell, curse or no curse, the one thing on his mind right then and right there was making sure that Eiri could do nothing but know how much Shuichi loved him.

Whenever I’m alone with you…

You make me feel like I am free again…

He sang forcefully and made Eiri hear his emotions.

(They stood together in a rose garden on a starry moonlit night.)

Whenever I’m alone with you…

You make me feel like I am clean again…

He sang sweetly and made Eiri feel his love.

(Rose petals fluttered softly all around them like sweet snow from the night sky.)

However far away…

I will always love you …

He sang directly and made Eiri know his feelings.

(Eiri’s hands reached out for Shuichi. Shuichi took them, accepted them and finally, for the first time in his entire life, melted into them, folded them around him and became a part of Eiri Uesugi.)

However long I stay…

I will always love you…

(They kissed.)

Whatever words I say….

Shuichi reached through time and space and with his voice, with his determination and most devastatingly of all, with his love, shattered the wall of isolation that had been placed around Eiri. And as the bricks of the wall Tohma built came tumbling down, Shuichi reached through the smoking rubble and touched Eiri’s heart.

I will always love you…

I will always love you…

Shuichi finished the song and leaned against the stool that was propping him up. He was feeling light headed and very exerted. Beads of sweat were beginning to matt his hair to his face.

Hiro clapped. Tatsuha whistled. Ryu snored. He’d fallen asleep right after the song had started. Eiri sat quietly, saying nothing. Though his expression was exactly the same as it had been before, he continued to gaze directly at Shuichi. He made no attempt to stop.

Tohma on the other hand, sat still and silent, looking directly at Shuichi with what could only be described as malice.

Shuichi smiled in return and bowed to him and Eiri.

“Did you like it, Mr. Seguchi?”

At last Tohma smiled. “Well, it was certainly…different. While I, myself, prefer more traditional music, I must admit you are correct…it did have a certain…sentiment to it.” He deliberately took Eiri’s hand in his own.

“It does indeed make a statement,” he added slowly.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Shuichi met Tohma from across the room. In that space and in that instant, Shuichi made a serious enemy.

Tohma rose and took up Shu’s glass from a nearby table. He refilled it and held it out to Shu.

Shuichi looked up at Tohma and took the glass. Tohma let his fingers make contact with and slide across Shu’s hand as he accepted the drink.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Shindou?” he asked softly.

Tohma’s displeasure floated over Shuichi like a cold wind. “Very much, thank you,” he answered unflinchingly.

Tohma looked down at the boy a second longer, then crossed the room to the piano.

“Let’s take a break from singing, shall we?” He sat down and began running his fingers over the keys. The strains of a light waltz filled the air.

“How about a nice dance, instead?”

The music started lightly; a delicate piano interlude that conjured images of summer days and romantic evenings.

Hiro put down his guitar, stood and bowed to Shuichi. He held out his hand.

Shuichi shook his head which was slowly beginning to spin.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” he smiled apologetically.

“I’m sure that’s not true. Besides, it’s just us here.” Hiro took Shu’s hand and guided him to the large open space near the piano. He pulled him in close and began to lead him in the dance that Tohma was creating for them. Gently and smoothly they glided along in time with the music, hand in hand, waltzing.

Behind them, Tohma caught Tatsuha’s eye.

“May I cut in?” Tatsuha’s voice came from behind Shuichi. Hiro bowed and held Shu’s hand out to Tatsuha, who took it and in one smooth movement, took over where Hiro left off. He danced Shuichi to the music, around and around the space and over the floor, holding him close. He swept Shu along, smiling down at him. As they passed one of the small tables that dotted the room, Tatsuha plucked a rose out from a vase and tucked it gently into Shuichi’s hair.

“Lovely,” he murmured quietly.

As they neared the piano again, he suddenly twirled Shu away from him and back into the arms of Hiro who was waiting patiently to receive him. Without missing a step, Hiro waltzed in and pulled Shu to him. In tight, circling arcs, Hiro and Shu danced together across the space. Hiro looked down at his friend and smiled.

Shu looked up and found that he was having trouble focusing. The heat of the fireplace and the wine and the nearness of Hiro’s tall, lean body were making Shuichi feel a bit faint.

As they swept past the piano again, Tatsuha moved in behind Shuichi and gently taking hold of his shoulders, inserted himself into the dance, making it a three-way waltz. The three moved and swayed with the breezy ¾ tempo Tohma set--Hiro in the front, Tatsuha in the back and Shuichi the center of their sensual attention.

Suddenly the music took a turn, leaving behind images of romantic summer nights and became heavier and more insistent, with its deeper chords and erotic melodies carrying with it feelings of predatory arousal.

Tatsuha’s hands, which began on Shuichi’s shoulders, slid down his back and around his waist, wrapping Shuichi up tight. Four turns later, he opened his hands and on the next step, Hiro spun Shuichi to face Tatsuha, so that Hiro took over from the back. Four turns later, they switched again.

They continued to dance along in this manner, taking turns leading Shuichi, sharing him from front to back and back to front again and each time, Shuichi found himself being held closer and closer, tighter and tighter until the three were pressed body…to body…to body, with him in the middle and with nowhere to go but where they led him.

Slowly Shu became aware of a hand on his chest. Tatsuha, once again on the back end, abandoned his hands of their post on Shu’s waist and was slowly guiding them up his chest, undoing button after button on his waistcoat until the silk of his dress shirt was exposed. They came to rest on his upper body and began massaging circles there, in time with the music, in step with the dance. The circles widened until they reached Shu’s nipples, which they began to dance with on their own. Tatsuha teased the flesh there through the thin, slippery fabric, causing heated warmth to take over in Shuichi where the wine had left off.

Shuichi felt his nipples tighten involuntarily and blinked against the sensations that were beginning to radiate outward from the action. He tried to shake his head and speak, but Hiro leaned in and took his mouth into his own, taking advantage of the light pants that were exhaling through Shu’s softly parted lips and exchanging his own breath for those of his dance captive.

“No.” Shu managed to get the one word out before Hiro kissed him again.

“Yes,” Hiro breathed back. He pushed Shu’s head back into Tatsuha’s chest and let his tongue play over the blush pink skin of Shu’s lips.

Tatsuha’s hands buried themselves inside Shu’s waistcoat and deftly flicked open each button they encountered on Shu’s shirt.

They had Shuichi pinned in. He tried moving, twisting, turning, but his movements were weak and getting weaker and he found himself held in place. The sparking waves the two men were invoking in him were causing small fires to break out and spread all over his body.

The light-headedness he was feeling intensified and the little strength he had left dissipated. He became aroused in spite of himself.

“Please…” he panted softly. “Please let me go.”

Tatsuha leaned in from the back right and kissed the back of his neck. Shuichi could feel his hardness pressing against his back and knew there was no escape.

Hiro leaned in from the front left and took Shu’s neck into his teeth. He caressed the skin there with his lips and the tongue he slid between them.

“Mmmm.” Shuichi moaned out loud, his breath coming in short, fleeting gasps.

Tatsuha switched sides and met Hiro in the middle, each taking a patch of strawberry scented skin into their mouth. They sucked and teased in concert, stopping the waltz altogether and starting another dance entirely.

Hiro’s eyes met Tatsuha’s and they slid their heads together, erupting into a kiss between the two.

At the piano, Tohma’s breath quickened while he watched the scene unfolding before him. He slid his eyes over to Eiri who was watching them from where he sat on the couch.

“Eiri.” He only breathed the name, but it was enough. Eiri rose immediately and came to sit by Tohma’s side on the piano bench while Tohma continued to play. Eiri slid his hand up and down Tohma’s thigh lazily and the two watched the drama in front of them.

Still kissing Tatsuha, Hiro opened Shu’s waistcoat further and slid it off of Shu’s shoulders. He then wrapped his hands around Shu’s slender waist inside his shirt, pulling him and Tatsuha to him. Tatsuha responded by kissing Hiro back, harder. Hiro ground himself and Shu together with Tatsuha doing the same from behind.

Shuichi moaned again. It was soft and muffled, crushed by the bodies holding him and the chest in front of him.

Not forgetting Shuichi, the two went back to kissing and licking their community property, Hiro in the front and Tatsuha in the back. Together they worked Shuichi in tandem. Hiro knelt and took Shu’s nipples in his mouth.

Tatsuha knelt, raised Shu’s shirt, and bent, kissing his back and running a tongue along his spine.

Hiro undid Shu’s pants and slid his hands inside, massaging the arousal he found there.

Tatsuha rounded Shu’s side and came down with his own mouth upon Shuichi’s, kissing him deeply.

Shu moaned and writhed, the wine and the double-sided attention taking his breath and his will away.

Tohma and Eiri watched from the piano.

“Do you like watching, Eiri?” Tohma breathed.

“Yes.” Eiri’s voice was husky and heavy.

“How does it make you feel seeing Mr. Shindou being seduced, Eiri?”

“Excited.”

“Did you notice the flush of his skin, Eiri?”

“Yes.”

“Can you hear him moaning with pleasure, Eiri?”

“Yes.”

Tohma turned to his puppet. “Would you like to join them, Eiri?”

“Yes.”

Tohma smiled. “Then join them, my pet. Have your fill of Mr. Shindou. Do whatever you please to him.”

Eiri stood.

“Who do you love, Eiri?”

Instant smile. He looked down at Tohma. “I love you.”

“How much do you love me?”

“With all my heart.”

Eiri turned and slowly walked across the room, unbuttoning his waistcoat and letting it slide off and drop behind him along the way. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it from his snug breeches, letting it flow around his waist and reveal his tightly muscled chest.

He continued forward, watching his brother and Hiro turn Shuichi into a puddle of melted heat.

Hiro and Tatsuha saw Eiri coming toward them. Together, they slid the rest of Shuichi’s shirt from his body and turned him to face Eiri. Behind Shuichi, they kept up their separate missions, Hiro to the right and Tatsuha to the left, massaging, kissing and licking Shuichi, holding him out, presenting him like a gift for Eiri.

Tatsuha looked up from the mouthful of ear he was devouring.

“Welcome, Brother. Join us.”

“Yes,” agreed Hiro from the side of Shu’s neck where he was lazily running his tongue in circles. “Join us.”

Shuichi couldn’t run if he wanted to. He had absolutely no center of gravity at all. Were it not for Hiro and Tatsuha holding him from behind, he would have surely fallen over. His head was spinning, his mind was reeling and his body was out of control. He saw Eiri coming to him through nearly closed eyes. He felt his heart race. He felt his breath hitch violently and escape hotly over his kiss swollen lips. He felt his arms open and reach for him on their own accord.

Eiri pushed himself into those waiting arms and melted into the group, officially making the threesome a foursome. He bent and took Shu’s mouth. Not the gentle drinking and exploration that had come before it, no, Eiri commanded Shuichi with his lips and his tongue, hard and demanding.

Shuichi gave himself over to it and folded his arms around Eiri’s neck.

Eiri released Shu’s mouth and dove into his throat, kissing the faint bruises his own fingers had left earlier, licking his way down Shu’s chest.

Shuichi shuddered and buckled beneath Eiri.

Hiro kissed Tatsuha and flicked his free hand over Shu’s nipple.

Tatsuha kissed back and slipped the fingers of his free hand into Shu’s mouth.

Eiri knelt and began working Shu’s breeches down his legs. Tatsuha and Hiro followed and worked the back end, easing his pants and undergarments over Shu’s narrow hips and down his legs. Eiri finished the job, pulling them off from the front and tossing them aside.

Shuichi stood naked…panting…erect and centered in the circle of the three kneeling men that surrounded him. They pulled him down to his knees and using Tatsuha and Hiro behind him for support, Eiri pushed Shu backward, giving him access to the erection he’d set his sights on.

Eiri went down on Shuichi, and the instant his lips made contact, Shuichi heaved and cried out.

“Ah, ah!” He couldn’t stop himself. He writhed to Eiri’s rhythm as the man licked and sucked the breadth and depth of Shuichi’s being.

“Hold him,” Eiri commanded.

Behind Shu, both Hiro and Tatsuha each took an arm and wound it behind themselves. They went back to kissing each other. They kissed each other’s face, each other’s lips, each other’s necks and throats. They turned toward each other as much as they could and rubbed their chests together. And beneath them, they held Shuichi in place while Eiri continued sliding his mouth and hands up and down Shu’s taut cock.

Soon, Eiri left Shu’s erection and went down further, paying a wet, gentle attention to Shuichi’s sack while massaging the entrance behind them.

“Oh!” Shu tried to wind his legs around Eiri’s back, but Eiri held them into place. Shu lay there supported by Hiro and Tatsuha, legs spread and whimpering while Eiri’s tongue went wherever it wanted.

“Bring the oil,” Eiri commanded.

Hiro let go of Shu and kissed Tatsuha one last time before crossing the room to a small table. From the drawer he withdrew a small, dark bottle and returned to the scene. Coming to a kneel behind Eiri, Hiro opened the bottle and thread his arms beneath Eiri’s, placing the bottle on the floor between Eiri’s legs. Hiro then slid his hands up Eiri’s thighs and unbuttoned his breeches, lingering at the top before slipping his hands down inside. He kissed the back of Eiri’s neck, freed Eiri’s hardness, then stroked him as Eiri took the bottle and poured oil over his fingers and on Shuichi’s erection.

The sweet scented oil dripped and rained down Shu’s cock and toward his entrance, which Eiri continued to massage, while sliding his own erection to and fro between Hiro’s hands.

Tatsuha let go of Shu and divested himself of the rest of his clothing. He then held himself over Shuichi and guided himself to Shu’s mouth.

Shuichi opened up and let Tatsuha in. He enveloped Tatsuha’s stiff flesh in his mouth and ran his tongue over all the skin he could reach. Tatsuha groaned aloud and closed his eyes. He let the sensation jolt him and sent shockwaves up and down his body.

He opened his eyes and blinked. They were clear…

Eiri turned his head and kissed Hiro behind him. Hiro kissed back. Letting go of Eiri, he took bottle into his own hands, spreading oil over them and in turn his hands over Eiri-- over Eiri’s chest, over Eiri’s stomach and then back up and down Eiri’s erection.

Eiri shuddered and groaned into Hiro’s mouth, his tongue vibrating with the emotion. Seconds later he turned back to Shuichi and rose a little, letting Hiro pull his pants and undergarments down and out of the way. He positioned himself over Shuichi, pushing his legs up.

After ridding himself of the rest of his own clothes, Hiro oiled himself up and then reached around either side of Eiri and took hold of Shu’s legs. He held them up for the three of them, pulling himself in tight against Eiri’s back, letting his erection slide back and forth against the slippery skin of Eiri’s oil slickened ass.

Eiri entered Shuichi slowly.

“Eiri, Eiri! Ahh!” Shuichi cried out. He was having serious trouble maintaining. His vision was becoming increasingly dim and a thick fog was swirling around his mind.

Eiri thrust into him.

Tatsuha thrust into his mouth.

Behind Eiri, Hiro moved himself and Eiri into Eiri’s rhythm, sliding his hot, swollen cock back and forth, back and forth beneath Eiri, melting into Eiri’s sack, which he met with each thrust, slipping in the oil with each pump. He held Shuichi’s legs for Eiri, pulling himself in tight against Eiri’s back, making the three of them into a heated, well-oiled machine that worked in sync to the stroke Eiri set. Hiro buried his head onto Eiri’s shoulder, muffling his cries and moans of pleasure that built harder and harder until he was nearly insane. He clamped down on with his mouth on the sweat soaked flesh of Eiri’s neck, causing Eiri to arch backward.

They continued to move to and fro, in and around, together, into and out of each other in a tangled knot on the floor.

Tohma watched the fourplay from the piano bench. He had stopped playing the piano moments earlier, choosing instead to play his own instrument, sliding it up and down, dedicating himself to Eiri’s rhythm.

He had seen the bruises on Shuichi’s throat. He saw Ryu asleep on the couch near him. He saw his heart’s desire on the floor, sweating and moaning, thoroughly fucking the thorn that had been in his side for centuries on end.

His pleasure and his pain melded together causing a pleasurable torment.

Enjoy yourself, Mr. Shindou he panted silently.

On the floor Shuichi had begun to tremble. He was shivering. He was shaking. His head felt as if it was about to explode. His body felt as if it were about to explode.

Eiri thrust harder. He watched himself slide a hot cock in and out of Shuichi, again and again and again.

“Ah, ahhh! Eiri, ahh!”

Shuichi’s body tensed with build up.

Tatsuha leaned over Shu and fucked his mouth. He deliberately filled Shu’s mouth over and over and over again, enjoying the hot wetness that played over his skin, reveling in the sweet, flickering tongue licked him up and down and back up again.

“Mmnnnhhh!”

Shuichi’s senses shattered around him.

“I...I...”

Hiro was moaning loudly, about to release behind Eiri. He held on to Eiri, letting Eiri suck him into his movements as he fucked Shu and stroked himself quick and hard, letting his hand pump his erection and milk wave after wave of delicious torture from his heavy cock.

Shuichi could take no more. Eiri was filling him fast and hard with a thick heated friction he’d never known. Tatsuha was taking his air and replacing it with slide after slide of slick, salty skin. Hiro’s moans and whimpers played over and over in his ear, sending him hard against the edge. He hit the wall hard and felt himself shatter.

“EIRI, AHHH, EIRI!!!”

Shu squeezed his eyes and bucked violently, throwing his head and Tatsuha behind him, backward with force.

And he screamed as he came.

And as he came, the world around him went.

Shu fell into the soft blackness of unconsciousness.

On the piano bench behind them all, Tohma pulled himself over the edge and shivered with the intense heat of his self induced release.

“Yes, Mr. Shindou,” he panted weakly. “Enjoy it while you can.”

*** ***

It was very late. Or perhaps it was very early.

Tohma took a sip of the drink he held. He stood beside the fireplace, his large dark eyes reflecting the bright flames that danced there.

Behind him, the fire cast flickering shadows across the large room, bathing the centrally placed bed in its orange glow.

Eiri Uesugi lay naked and spread eagled in the center of that bed.

“I know you spoke with Mr. Shindou earlier,” Tohma said finally. “I know you are trying to help him.”

Eiri lay on the bed and said nothing.

Tohma turned to look behind him.

“What are you trying to accomplish, Eiri? Even if I were to bodily push you out of the front gate, you would come running back. You always do.” He took another sip.

“Even if I were to kill you and push you out of that body you wear now, you will come running back. You always have.” Sip. “And you always will.”

He crossed the room with his drink and stood beside Eiri looking down at him.

“You’ve never been moved to help any of the others that have come before. What is different this time? What is it about Mr. Shindou that compels you to defy me?”

Eiri looked at the ceiling and said nothing.

“Do you even know?”

Eiri looked at him.

“The spare key to my study is gone. Did you give it to Mr. Shindou?”

Silence.

Tohma sighed. “Eiri, did you give the spare key to my study to Mr. Shindou, Eiri?”

Eiri answered immediately. “No.”

Tohma frowned. “Did you tell him of the box?”

Nothing.

“Damn it, Eiri!” Tohma flicked some of his drink over Eiri’s naked body. “Eiri, did you tell Shuichi of the box, Eiri?”

Eiri answered immediately. “Yes.”

“Did he agree to fetch it for you?”

No answer.

“Goddamn you, Eiri, I tire of your games!” Tohma threw his crystal tumbler across the room, shattering it against the wall and straddled Eiri roughly. He wrenched Eiri’s face toward him.

“Eiri, I command you to answer all of my questions, Eiri!”

Eiri answered immediately. “Yes, I understand.”

“Did he agree to get the box for you?”

“No.”

“Does he know what the box is or what’s in it?”

“No.”

“Did you know that he can’t open it?”

Eiri paused. “No.”

Tohma smiled. “He can’t. Whatever it is you hoped to gain by getting the box is useless. He can’t open it…and neither can you.”

Eiri sagged beneath Tohma.

“Why do you defy me now? What is it about Mr. Shindou--Shuichi that compels you?”

“I don’t know.”

Tohma frowned. He knew Eiri was telling the truth. Eiri didn’t have a choice. Shuichi Shindou was different from the rest. He’d seen it the minute he’d laid eyes on him the afternoon he’d arrived. It wasn’t just the way he looked. That in and of itself had been startling enough, but beyond that, there was more. Something he couldn’t put a name to. He’d spent almost every waking minute since his arrival trying to figure out what that something was and came up empty at every turn.

All around him Tohma saw his carefully wrought world slowly cracking. Eiri defied him. Tatsuha and Hiro were up to something. He didn’t know how or what, but ever since Shuichi had arrived he’d sensed a difference in their attitude toward him. Nothing they said of course, but the way the held themselves in his presence, the way they looked at him. It all screamed a breaking of the chains.

And then there was Ryu. Ryu had taken to falling asleep every night, missing out on each evening’s “entertainment.” He was certain that Tatsuha was behind it, but he couldn’t figure out how. His dreams told him nothing, his foresight was dark in that area and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why. A blind spot in his foresight, like a lot of things of late was something that had never happened before…until now.

The one thing he was certain of however, was that it had all started with the arrival of Mr. Shuichi Shindou.

Tohma looked back at Eiri.

“How are you able to break the spell? None of the others before you could do it.”

“I’m not sure. Pain or strong emotions seem to clear my head for a short while.” Eiri looked at Tohma. “It only lasts for a few seconds.”

Tohma thought about that. He’d have to experiment with the others to see if that was true for them as well.

“I saw the bruises about Shuichi’s throat during your…interlude, this evening. Did he try to remove your ring?”

“Yes.”

“And you reacted violently?”

“Yes.”

Tohma smiled. At least that was still working.

“But you didn’t kill him.”

“No.”

“Why?”

Again, Eiri paused. “He stabbed my hand.”

“Ah, that’s how you got that wound. And you didn’t report it to me?”

“No.”

“Why?”

Eiri answered immediately. “You didn’t ask.”

Tohma raised his hand to strike Eiri. He held it up over his head, struggling with himself. Finally he let it drop.

Eiri watched complacently.

“Mr. Shindou or no Mr. Shindou, Eiri, you are mine. I’ve gone through the fires of hell for you and nothing and no one is ever going to take you away from me. I will possess you in this body until it dies. Then I will wait for the next and do the same, just as I have done before and as I will do again and again and again until the END OF FUCKING TIME!”

Tohma calmed himself.

“I love you, Eiri.” He kissed Eiri’s lips.

“I love you more than anything on this earth.” He kissed Eiri’s neck, licking the remnants of the drink that’d spilled there when he threw his glass.

“I love you more than life itself.” He stroked Eiri.

“I will continue to defy the natural order of things because I want you by my side.”

He tugged at his pants and took a bottle from the night table. He stroked oil up and down his erection and looked at Eiri as he did it.

“I will let nothing stand between us.”

He positioned himself between Eiri’s legs, tugged up his hips and pushed himself in.

Beneath him Eiri stiffened from the rough entry.

On top of him, Eiri felt Tohma thrust into him over and over, Tohma’s breath heavy and filled with grunts and moans.

“You’re mine,” he said breathlessly.

“You’re mine…” he thrust.

“You’re mine…” he thrust harder.

“YOU’RE MINE!” he came.

Tohma shook and collapsed on top of Eiri. The sounds of his breathlessness and the crackling of the fire filled the air.

“Who do you love?”

Eiri smiled. “I love you.”

“How much do you love me?”

“With all my heart.”

They stayed like that for the rest of the night—until Tohma had the most ominous dream he’d ever had…

And for the first time in centuries, he became scared.

*** ***

End Chapter 5: The Second Night Waltz

Author’s Note:

The song used in this chapter is “Love Song” by the Cure. I envisioned Shuichi singing the slower version as done by 311, which is, I think, more of a sensual groove than the original. I love both versions and don’t own either of them in any way shape or form. As always, go to cdnow.com or wherever to listen to a snippet if you’re unfamiliar with the song and so inclined.
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