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Butterfly Boy	By : Ryuichi Category: Gravitation > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Gravitation is owned by Murakami Maki-sama as well as its various companies. I only use her characters out of love for their eccentric and unique personalities. I make no money from writing this fanfic. (T_T)

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Author's notes (A/N) are at the end of the chapter.
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Track Five: Emergence

Excerpts from ‘Sparkle and Shine: the True Story of a Rock God’ by Yuki Eiri

“…after the accident, my boy changed. His personality did a complete turnaround. I’m…sometimes not so sure that that was a good thing…”

Sakuma Manami, Sakuma Ryuichi’s mother

“I don’t know what happened, one day he just became so…so…(childlike yet occasionally sensual instead of shy and quiet.) I think something happened to him, but I never found out exactly what it was, even though we three are closer than siblings. It’s the one thing that neither Ryu nor Tohma would ever talk about.

Not even to me.”

Ukai Noriko, backup vocalist and keyboardist for Nittle Grasper and longtime Sakuma Ryuichi friend

Tohma showed up at Ryuichi’s door on Monday to pick up the smaller teen as per their routine. Slightly worried about no one answering the door when he showed up on Saturday to pick up the mossy-haired lad, he had pondered the situation all that day and Sunday as well, figuring that he would find out when Ryuichi returned to school.

Instead, when Manami answered the door, the blond teen’s turquoise eyes widened momentarily, having not met her prior. He gave her a deep bow, no sign of astonishment on his face showing when he stood back up and introduced himself. “I am Seguchi Tohma, here to pick up Sakuma-kun for school, if you don’t mind, Ichimura-san.”

Surprised, Manami briefly tilted her head as she stepped aside to let the much taller blond in. It was quite apparent that she was on her way out the door while Tohma’s sharp eyes darted around the small, nearly bare apartment, noting what looked like dried blood on the floor as the blue-eyed beauty carrying what looked like a bag full of clothes next to her leg she bent over to pick up a box full of books.

Hefting the box, she explained, “Yes, Ryuichi has told me quite a bit about you, Seguchi-kun. I feel as if I know you, he’s told me so much. He tells me you two are best friends, something that I am very grateful to you for becoming. But I’m afraid that he’s not here. You see, we’ve moved, and he’s at our new home. Either way, he’s still too sore to go to school, so I’m keeping him home one more week.”

Puzzled by her statement of Ryuichi’s condition, the tall lad bowed once more before asking, “If I may be so bold, what occurred to Sakuma-kun that warrants him needing more than a week off from school?” he asked, holding out his arms as an offer to take the box. “I can take that, if you like, Ichimura-san,” he offered. Smiling her thanks, she handed the box to the golden lad and picked up the bag of clothes. Balancing the bag, she turned and locked the door, slid two keys off of the key ring, knelt and pushed them both under the door. Tohma raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as she turned back to the much taller boy.

“Come with me for a bit, Seguchi-kun, I’ll make sure you get to school on time. I bet Ryuichi will be happy to see you. He’s been really bored since I wouldn’t let him help me, I got a few friends to help me instead, but they had to work today,” she explained, leading him to a battered, older model compact car and opening the door for him. She handed the items to Tohma, who placed them in the back seat before they both climbed into the front. Making sure he was seat-belted in, she put the key in the ignition and pulled away without looking back. She was silent for a while as she drove, then, taking a deep breath and blowing it out, she began.

“Ryuichi was in an…accident this weekend. He was hit by a car, but thankfully, he’s going to be all right.” Paling, Tohma noticed the stern look on Manami’s face as she spoke, but he wisely said nothing.

Manami drove until they were back in Tohma’s neighborhood, unknowingly passing his home and ending up a few streets away, to one of his neighbor’s extensive homes. Driving up to the gate, she waved at the security guard as she slowly drove through. She continued past the huge house and toward a much smaller, but no less nicer servants’ quarters. Pulling up in front of it, she parked and got out; going into the back seat for the bag of clothes as Tohma also exited the vehicle and picked up the box of books.

“This way, Seguchi-kun,” when she headed up to the front door and opened it, not using the key. The inside was bright and sunny, reflecting the day through the windows. Manami toed off her shoes and slid into a pair of brand-new slippers, waiting as Tohma did the same, and then headed up the front flight of stairs. Reaching the top, she went into a room and put down the bag, the blond boy following right behind her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Seguchi-kun, I should have had you put those books down by the front door,” she said, tilting her head once again. The golden-haired lad smiled as he nodded his head once and quickly retraced his steps. He put the box of books down and rejoined Manami at the top of the stairs.

“I suppose you should see Ryuichi before I take you to school, Seguchi-kun,” she decided.

“It’s okay, Ichimura-san, I know where the school is from here. I know the neighborhood,” Tohma replied, smiling benignly.

Manami stood and thought for a moment before deciding. “Okay then, if you’re sure…” she answered, staring up at the much taller teen before smiling and turning away.

“Let me take you to his room, okay?” she said as she began to walk down the hallway. Passing by two doors, she stopped in front of the third.

“Ryuichi? You have company,” she warned, knocking on the door. A flurry of rustling was heard as she slowly opened the door. Ryuichi was just placing Kumagorou under the blanket that was wrapped around his shoulders and lap when he realized just who the tall boy was that stood behind his mother. He smiled at the pair as they stood at the doorway and instead placed the bunny on his lap.

“Hi Tohma!” Ryuichi chirped uncharacteristically, a shy smile on his face as he stiffly brought out the coloring books and crayons he had also hidden next to his legs. The olive-haired lad had a bandage wrapped around his otherwise visible bare body, swelling and bruising to his nose, two black eyes as well as healing bruises of various ages and a rather large bump on the back of his head that was easily noticed by Tohma’s sharp turquoise eyes when the olive-haired boy momentarily turned away.

“I’ll leave you two boys alone. I have to go to work,” Manami explained, shutting the bedroom door and walking back down the hallway to her door to change from her jeans and baggy t-shirt into her new house managerial clothes.

“Okay, Mom!” Ryuichi cried after her as he carefully scooted over and patted the bed next to him in order to give Tohma room to sit, an unusual childlike tone to his voice. The crayon box, which was on the bed next to him fell over, dumping half of its contents onto the coverlet. Stiffly scooping them up, the younger lad casually shoved them into the box and pushed the box over to the side of the bed as the golden-haired lad took the seat offered to him.

“Ryuichi-san, what happened? Ichimura-san told me you were hit by a car…” Tohma began, momentarily staring at the two black eyes and the swollen nose of the smaller teen.

Ryuichi hung his head for a moment before gazing up at Tohma, the familiar sad-serious gaze once again in his eyes. “My stepfather chased me into the street and I didn’t see the car that hit me until the last moment,” he explained.

Tohma gazed at the mossy-haired boy as Ryuichi paused.

Staring at the bunny in his lap, he continued. “We…didn’t exactly get along. He hit me…a…a lot. I existed, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t like that fact.” He paled and looked down at Kuma in his lap for a moment before picking up and hugging the bunny tight.

Glancing up at the blond and still wearing the serious expression, Ryuichi asked, “Didn’t you ever wonder why I sometimes wore long sleeves even when it was hot outside?”

Tohma gazed deep into Ryuichi’s eyes, unwavering. “I was sure you had your reasons, and that you would tell me in due time,” he explained in a gentle voice.

A thoughtful look on his face, Ryuichi brought the bunny up and did something the blond had never seen his visibly upset best friend do as the smaller boy began chewing on the plushie’s ear. No longer trying to hide his emotions, the ear fell unnoticed from his mouth he continued speaking.

“My real dad was killed in a train accident when I was five. I don’t remember the actual accident; I only know that from what my mom said. I remember having nightmares, Mom said I had them for about a year.

“Mom married Ichimura-san when I was seven, and he started hitting me soon after. Mom pretended not to notice at first, especially when he kept insisting I was clumsy until one day when she walked in on him beating me when I was eight. I remember them having a huge fight, and Mom crying…and then she slept in my room for a month. But…after that, he would hit me and then threaten to leave her alone with me and marry someone else, telling her that no one would want a woman with a kid. I…I guess she believed him…and so did I,” Ryuichi murmured, hugging onto the plushie bunny for dear life.

Tohma sat silently, showing no emotion as the olive-haired boy told his heartbreaking tale. When the story ended, Kumagorou now being hugged so hard that he was misshapen as he sat in Ryuichi's arms, the golden-haired lad leaned over to the smaller teen. Ryuichi looked over and up, a slight look of panic on his face as Tohma put his forehead against his best friend's, gazed into his eyes and told him in a low voice, “I assure you, he will never hit you again. That, I can promise you,” the older boy said in a reassuring voice.

“But how can you say that? You don’t even know where he is!” Ryuichi cried, his dark blue eyes seeming to stare into Tohma’s very soul before the older boy sat back, his own aqua eyes turning away at this brash new-found change in his best friend’s personality.

“I know, or I can at least surmise. I’m sure that isn’t too difficult to figure out. Now, Ryuichi-san, my question is, what would you like to see happen to him? ” the larger teen asked, aware of his friend’s injured condition, he slowly got off the bed and stood up, waiting patiently for Ryuichi to resume speaking.

The mossy-haired boy was silent for a long time, apparently staring at the pink rabbit in his lap. Tohma straightened his dark blue school jacket and tie while he waited for a response.

When Ryuichi finally gazed up to stare once more into his best friend’s turquoise eyes, there existed steel behind the sapphire.

“I’d like for him to feel the same way I do now…beat up, sore and helpless, like he has often made me feel. I don’t think that’s possible. I’d also like to see him go to prison ...for a long time,” Ryuichi uttered in a low voice.

“If that is your wish, Ryuichi-san, then I shall make it so,” Tohma said, unblinking.

A slow smile that had not once speck of mirth spread upon the injured teen’s face before his expression shifted and became somewhat childlike. Speaking as if he never bore the look of seriousness mere seconds earlier, the olive-haired youth spoke, the unusual childlike tone once more in his voice.

“To-chan, did my Mom tell you that I didn’t know who she was when she first walked in to the hospital room? I pretended like I was asleep. She had to talk to me for a while before I remembered who she was. She said I had a concussion. The doctor said I was knocked out for a bit….” Pausing, Ryuichi spoke as if to himself. “I only remember having really weird dreams…” he said before shaking his head and smiling as if he hadn’t spoken the last sentence.

Rattled internally as he watched his best friend’s changing personalities as well as by the foreign familiarity of his personal name, Tohma waited until the olive-haired boy stopped speaking. In a quiet voice that hid his worry, the keyboardist explained, “You did know that your stepfather works for my father’s company, didn’t you?” mentally bracing for what he was sure to be a backlash of emotion for never revealing this vital piece of information.

Instead, Ryuichi gave a long sigh and tilted his head to look once more up at Tohma. “Really?” he said in the child-like voice, now tired-sounding as he yawned and painfully lay back, placing his head on his pillow. “I’m kinda sleepy, To-chan...I’m going to take a nap now,” he murmured as if he hadn’t heard the last thing the older boy had revealed, instead snuggling with Kuma and again yawning wide.

Walking over to the bed, Tohma tenderly placed a second blanket from the foot of the bed around Ryuichi, who was by now snoring softly.

“I promise you, Ryuichi-san, you will never have to fear from Ichimura-san ever again,” he repeated in a malevolent voice as he gazed down protectively at the smaller teen.

Worry still etching his features, Tohma walked over to the desk on the opposite side of the room, pulled out the chair and sat down. Pulling out a schoolbook, the blond-haired boy settled in to wait for his friend to awaken.

*~*~*~*~*

Some time later, Ryuichi awoke. Facing the wall next to his bed, he stretched in a slow, careful and rather catlike full-body stretch, not yet noticing as Kumagorou fell from his side and off the bed, landing next to a green plushie tiger wearing a “Get Well Soon!” t-shirt..

“You dropped Kumagorou,” a familiar voice told him as both blankets joined the plushie on the floor, exposing to Tohma the full extent of the various stages of new and healing bruises his small friend had, the white of his briefs and bandage-wrapped ribs only serving to accent his many other injuries. Walking over to take the blankets off the plushie, he picked the pink bunny up off the floor and held it out to Ryuichi as he rolled over to look at the blond.

“Shouldn’t you have gone to school?” the mossy-haired boy asked in a sleepy drawl.

“No. My grades are excellent enough that my missing one day shouldn’t hurt me in any way. Besides, I couldn’t leave you here alone, could I? Your mother had to go to work and leave you. Someone had to be here in case you needed something,” Tohma explained in a calm tone.

“Oh,” was all Ryuichi could say as he stiffly sat up, wincing as he did. “I have to pee…uh…use the bathroom,” he confessed, blushing slightly.

“I’ll help you, if you wish,” the blond offered.

“No, I’ll be fine,” the much smaller boy said, slowly sitting and getting up off the bed, leaning over to grab a blanket from off the floor to wrap around himself. His legs, still stiff and bruised from the impact of the car, chose that moment to crumple, and if it wasn’t for Tohma, Ryuichi would have fallen head first into the floor.

“Maybe you should help,” the mossy-haired boy muttered, blushing crimson as he was assisted back upright. Wrapping the blanket around his shoulders and body once more, he let his best friend help him limp to the restroom.

“Are you going to be okay, Ryuichi-san?” the golden-haired boy queried as he left Ryuichi leaning against the wall next to the toilet.

“I’ll be fine…just…give me a bit, okay?” the much smaller boy said as he stood panting against the wall, his small hands holding his right side as he tried to breathe around the two cracked ribs his tiny chest contained.

Watching unseen by Ryuichi, Tohma’s turquoise eyes narrowed at the thought of the abuse that his best friend had endured as the small boy, pale and sweating because of the pain in his legs and ribs managed to slow his breathing. Looking up, the injured teen just missed the deadly expression the blond had on his face just a second previously. Ryuichi nodded as he panted open-mouthed, so Tohma quietly left the younger teen to Nature’s Call, opting to stand outside the semi-closed door in case of any more difficulties.

Ryuichi, for the first time since his now-deceased father taught him how to urinate standing up at the tender age of 14 months, decided that it would be easier if he sat down. Easing himself carefully onto the cold seat of the toilet, he sat for a while and continued to catch his breath. As he sat and did his business, the teen hung his head while tears of frustration, hurt and anger rolled off the tip of his nose. After crying for a time, he sniffled, slowly reached out for toilet paper and painfully blew his fractured nose before carefully getting up to wash and dry his hands and face. Limping, he made his way out of the expansive restroom as Tohma pushed himself off of the wall he had been leaning against next to the door and walked next to the younger teen, making himself available to lend a hand should Ryuichi need it.

“Tohma? Were you kidding me when you said that otosan worked for your father’s company? He hates his job.” Ryuichi asked, managing to make it back to the bedroom unassisted by moving slowly.

“Kidding? No, something like that I would never “kid” about, Ryuichi-san” was the answer as they walked toward the bed. Ryuichi barely managed to make it to the side of the bed before his feet tangled up in the blanket he was wearing and once more caused him to begin to fall nose first toward the floor. The golden-haired boy, once again administering a saving arm to prevent the bruised lad from falling, caught him instead, gently picking him up and sitting him on the bed before taking a seat next to him.

Ryuichi, his teenaged groin suddenly responding to their close proximity, quickly placed his blanket in his lap to camouflage the now unwanted bodily response.

“Is there a problem, Ryuichi-san?” Tohma asked, noticing the other teen’s red face and the way he held the blanket in his lap.

“No…no, Tohma. I’m…I’m fine,” was the response as Ryuichi tried to make his mind blank while he pulled even more of the blanket around himself. In his nervousness and want and embarrassment, the blanket, instead of hiding Ryuichi’s lap, fell onto the floor, exposing the teen’s physical excitement.

“Oh…so I see,” Tohma replied, gazing down into the mossy-haired boy’s lap as he put his hands over his erection. The older teen said nothing, instead looking into Ryuichi’s wide azure eyes for a long moment, causing the younger teen to blush even more.

“If you like, I can…help you with that as well, Ryuichi-san,” Tohma offered as he covered his own nervousness by speaking slowly, his own brilliant turquoise eyes unwavering.

“What…what do you mean?” Ryuichi whispered hoarsely.

“I am offering to help rid you of what to me, seems like an unwilling bodily reaction, Ryuichi-san. I…can help you forget the pain you’re currently feeling, even if its temporarily,” the blond said simply, their eyes still locked together.

“How…how are you going to do that?” the mossy-haired teen asked, unsure of what to expect.

“Like this,” Tohma replied as he reached inside the smaller boy’s briefs and wrapped his slender fingers around his best friend’s hard shaft. Ryuichi’s body arched slightly backward and he gasped when he felt the pianist’s strong yet gentle fingers on his most intimate body part. Speechless, the younger teen watched his lap wide-eyed as Tohma began to move the foreskin up and down.

In his wildest dreams, Ryuichi had never imagined that his best friend, the one who he had loved since he first laid sight onto would ever actually do anything so needed, so desired, so…so...sensual.

His body falling uncontrollably backwards, Ryuichi’s eyes rolled back and closed as his body’s aches and pains truly were forgotten for a time. Moaning musically at the gentle yet firm caressing he was receiving, the smaller boy’s heart pounded as various emotions made themselves felt. Surprise, embarrassment, joy, want, and disbelief all made themselves known before Ryuichi orgasmed after only a few minutes of stroking, coating Tohma’s free hand, which the older teen had wisely placed over top of the twitching member.

‘Is this really happening? Was this another dream? Did Tohma really…’ the olive-haired teen thought to himself as he panted and sat up just in time to watch as the beautiful blond once again did something completely unexpected, Ryuichi’s eyes widening in astonishment as he watched.

Tohma, smiling sweetly at him, looked down at his semen-covered hand and then began to lick up the now rapidly thickening white fluid. Ryuichi said nothing as he watched the pink catlike tongue sensually lick the slender hand clean before Tohma turned his deep aqua eyes to gaze into Ryuichi’s own sapphire ones, a delighted expression on his angelic pale face.

“I have wanted to taste you ever since we first met, Ryuichi-san,” the golden boy admitted in a husky voice as he finished licking his hand and bent close to kiss the younger teen. Ryuichi, still unsure as what to do, didn’t budge when Tohma’s pink, nearly girl-full lips touched his own, instead causing him to briefly close his eyes before he realized exactly what was happening and his arms, seemingly of their own volition, shoved the beautiful teen away.

“TOHMA! But…but…you’re a boy!” Ryuichi accurately pointed out as he realized that his first kiss had been given to him by another male, albeit the one he was hopelessly in love with.

“And I’m gay,” Tohma replied, his pale cheeks finally showing a hint of blush.

“You’re…you’re gay?” Ryuichi repeated as he stared at his best friend, watching as the older teen nodded once, his cheeks blushing even redder than before.

“I’ve not told you because…well….because I’ve not said it out loud before. You’re the first one I’ve told, Ryuichi-san. Others might harass or even ostracize me if they find out, so I will trust you, as my best friend to keep it secret,” Tohma asked as for the first time a pleading note entered his voice.

“Uh…sure, Tohma, of course.” Ryuichi murmured, his mind whirling as it attempted to wrap around everything that had just happened. So much occurring in so short a time was quite a lot for the olive-haired teen to comprehend so instead he lay back on the bed next to his best friend, the blanket that started it all but forgotten as his legs dangled next to Tohma’s much longer ones.

“Would…you like to put your head in my lap, Ryuichi-san? I promise I won’t expect anything from you, I just would like to…hold you,” Tohma admitted, his cheeks still slightly tinted red.

Wordlessly, Ryuichi slowly got up on all fours and, settling down on his relatively less injured left side, placed his head mid-thigh and facing away from the blond to stare at the wall across the room. He sighed thoughtfully as the larger boy tenderly brushed a messy lock of hair out of his face and then put his hand down on his shoulder.

Relaxing, enjoying each others company, Ryuichi knew that their relationship had just moved to a new level.

“I could fall asleep here,” the olive-haired teen confessed languidly after they had been quiet for some time, his eyes now half-closed.

“I would be honored if you did, Ryuichi-san,” Tohma replied gently.

“But…I’m not tired, Tohma. How could I be?” Ryuichi admitted, slowly getting up on his knees to sit on his haunches and stare into the blond’s dark aqua eyes. Puzzled, Tohma gazed back, not sure what to expect as Ryuichi shyly bent in close. Closing his eyes, the older teen sighed as Ryuichi, wary of his cracked ribs, placed his arms around Tohma, leaned in close and kissed the beautiful teen’s rosy lips for a brief instant before slowly pulling back to boldly stare once more into his face as the gorgeous boy continued to sit still, his eyes closed while he savored the kiss.

“You knew, didn’t you? You knew I was in love with you from the first time I laid eyes on you, didn’t you Tohma?” the smaller boy asked quietly.

“Yes, I admit I...highly suspected something like that, Ryuichi-san,” Tohma replied in a soft voice, his blond-lashed eyes still closed as if afraid of the tiny boy’s real reaction. “But the feeling was mutual, so it was only natural that we would become friends,” he replied as he gradually opened his eyes to gaze once more into Ryuichi’s own. For a moment, nothing was said as the pair each sought to figure out what to say next, their eyes locked.

“Would…you like to touch me, Ryuichi-san…there?” the older teen asked softly as he broke the stare to glance down at the hardness visible through his beige uniform pants.

Blushing, Ryuichi glanced down at Tohma’s groin before bringing his eyes back to look into his best friend’s eyes. “Should I…uh..can I?” he asked before nodding shyly, his own still swollen face lightly flushed.

Tentatively, he reached down to touch the bulge, unsure how he should do so, having never touched anyone else but himself in that way.

“Don’t worry, Ryuichi-san, it won’t bite, I promise,” Tohma murmured, his voice once again husky with want.

‘I’ve wanted to touch him for so long,’ Ryuichi thought to himself. ‘But now that I have the chance, what should I do next?’

Gathering his courage, the mossy-haired teen once again pushed aside his uncertainty and first began to unfasten Tohma’s belt, then feeling courageous, his pants, slowly pulling them down when the older teen lifted his hips to assist. Reaching inside of the golden boy’s cream-colored silk boxers, Ryuichi’s smaller fingers tentatively made contact with his best friend’s member, lightly tracing along the velvety surface. The larger teen leaned back onto his elbows, shuddering as he watched, his mouth slightly open.

Curious and having never seen anyone else up close, Ryuichi’s fingers made their way up the shaft as he examined Tohma. Feeling the mushroom-shaped head underneath the foreskin, he unhurriedly slid it back before realizing that it was leaking clear liquid. Touching the slick fluid, he realized that it was a little gummy, yet slippery.

Never having paid attention to himself during masturbation, this was truly a new experience as he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted them. Deciding that he liked the taste, he leaned in for more, running his tongue catlike along the slit in the top as if licking a lollipop and causing Tohma to moan.

Surprised at having actually momentarily forgotten that there was a person behind the body part, Ryuichi sat back onto his haunches, his eyes wide as he looked at the blond.

“Are you okay, Tohma? Did I hurt you?” he asked, a slight hint of worry in his voice.

“No Ryuichi-san…quite the contrary,” was the answer as Tohma gazed back, his eyes half-lidded and his face flushed as a slight smile played across his full lips.

“Okay,” Ryuichi replied as he went back to his exploration. Leaning over the pianist once more, he took the member into his small hands as if holding a baseball bat and stroked it a few times, his fingers brushing against curly blond strands before stopping.

Noticing the testicles as they shifted slightly in their sack, he slowly leaned closer to watch them as they pulled closer to Tohma’s body due to his excitement. Knowing how sensitive they were when accidentally or even purposely hit, he gently cupped them into his hands, running a thumb across the lightly furred skin that covered them.

Bending closer, he smelled a hint of musk. Realizing that this was Tohma’s true scent, unfettered by deodorant or cologne, he inhaled deep and closed his eyes, continuing to hold onto Tohma’s balls as if holding a fragile egg. Opening his eyes again, he smiled.

“I like how these feel. They’re soft,” he explained, his thumbs running along the skin as he looked over at Tohma, who gazed at him as if he was the most beloved person in the world. Blushing at the unexpected attention, Ryuichi smiled shyly at the golden-haired teen, who returned the smile. Gently removing his hands, he unhurriedly crawled over to Tohma, who continued to watch as Ryuichi bowed over him and kissed him yet again.

Crawling leisurely back to Tohma’s groin, he bent over and once again placed his diminutive hands around Tohma’s shaft. Slowly at first, he began to stroke the foreskin up and down, before gradually speeding up. Knowing that he himself loved it when he twisted his hands slightly as he slid them up and down, Ryuichi did so to Tohma, causing him to gasp in surprise and pleasure at the new and unexpected movement. The smaller teen, his ears sharp from years of listening for his fiery stepfather and for the lyrics of the countless radio rock songs he loved to sing along with, used that talent to listen to the changes in Tohma’s breathing, responding faster or slower as the golden-haired boy finally fully relaxed back and began to thrust his hips.

Rapidly moving the now self-lubricated foreskin back and forth, Ryuichi once more leaned down and leisurely ran his tongue across the tip of Tohma’s member, causing the larger boy to spasm and cum hard, moaning long and low as he did.

Surprised, Ryuichi stopped the movement to swallow, sit back and rub at his face as some of the warm fluid hit the younger teen in his face and mouth.

Embarrassed and still breathless from the intense orgasm, Tohma sat up and reached for the nearby blanket to wipe the liquid off of the smaller boy’s face.

“I’m terribly sorry Ryuichi-san, I should have warned you, but when you licked me just now it was at just the right time…”

Over his initial surprise and now curious, Ryuichi licked at the semen on his palm, much like he saw Tohma do earlier.

“I…I could get used to this taste,” he admitted bashfully as he turned to smile at the golden-haired boy before licking a bit more.

“You could?” Tohma replied as he continued to dab at Ryuichi, a shy smile on his own countenance as he finished cleaning up the rapidly thickening fluid.

“Yeah. It doesn’t taste how I expected, but its okay because….” the olive-haired teen stopped speaking and turned away, causing Tohma to momentarily wonder.

“Because why, Ryuichi-san?” Tohma said, turning Ryuichi’s face back towards him and laying a tender kiss on his lips before leaning slightly back and waiting for an answer, his hand still on the smaller boy’s chin.

Ryuichi was silent for a moment, his thoughts turned inward as the blond waited patiently for an answer, Tohma’s hand slowly falling away as they once more lock eyes.

“Because I want…to be your boyfriend…and…your lover,” the small teen finally admitted in a soft voice, dark sapphire eyes large with fear and uncertainty at how his proclamation would be responded to.

Tohma searched Ryuichi’s wide eyes silently for a few moments before answering.

“Then I guess we’re now dating, Ryuichi-san,” he said breathily, a loving smile adorning the stunningly gorgeous older teen’s face before he leaned in and kissed him again on the lips, gently pushing his tongue into the smaller boy’s mouth.

Ryuichi experiencing his first French kiss, was unsure as to what to do so he did what he thought was the only thing to do, he opened his mouth wider. Moving his hand from Ryuichi’s chin to his cheek, Tohma hesitantly touched Ryuichi’s tongue with his own, drawing forth a content sigh from the much smaller lad as he closed his eyes and relaxed into Tohma’s strong arms.

For the first time since his father died, Ryuichi felt as if he would be protected from monsters.

*~*~*~*~*

After Manami’s return from work and Tohma’s departure for the day, Ryuichi, still feeling the aftereffects of what had happened earlier, walked around as if in a stupor. Still in her work clothes, Manami, noticing how unusual her son was acting as she cooked, chalked it up to the pain medication the lad had been prescribed.

Unknown to his Mom, Ryuichi was still experiencing the afterglow of his fondest wish coming true, that of becoming Tohma’s boyfriend.

Placing their full dinner plates on the table and pouring them both cups of hot tea, she watched as Ryuichi made his way to the table, seemingly still in a daze.

“Ryu-kun? Are you in pain? Do you need any more medication?” she asked, her chopsticks hovering when the boy, not paying attention, scooped a spoonful of salt into his oolong tea.

“Hunh? Uh, no Mom, I’m okay. Just….thinking,” he said as he sipped the tea, made a face and gulped half of it down anyway.

“Okay, Ryu-kun, if you say so,” she said, momentarily furrowing her pretty brow with worry before watching her son gobble down his fish and rice. Sighing as he ate closer to his normal pace, she picked up a piece of vegetable and held it in front of her as she watched him eat.

“I saw Seguchi-kun leave. Did he help you today?” she asked in an attempt to start a conversation with her normally talkative son.

Ryuichi, who was in the process of drinking more of the salted tea, swallowed the wrong way, causing him to choke and sputter as he spit some of it out onto his plate, holding his still sore ribs as he did.

Alarmed, Manami hurriedly got up out of her chair and went around to pat the lad on the back as he continued to cough. After a little bit, he managed to get himself under control and wiped at his watering eyes with his napkin, gasping at the rib pain.

“Are you sure you’re okay Ryuichi?” she queried once he was able to talk.

“I’m fine Mom, really I am. Tohma-senpai…kept me company and we did a lot of talking…studying and…playing,” he finally replied gingerly, blushing slightly as he wiped his mouth while she took his plate to the sink.

“I’m surprised that a boy as mature as Seguchi-kun still plays,” she said absently, getting a fresh plate from the cabinet and refilling it with food, missing Ryuichi’s response as he swallowed and thought fast as to how to reply. Not wanting to lie, yet not wanting to tell his mother what really happened while she was at work, he decided to answer by being truthful yet vague.

“We talked and played and then talked some more. I showed him some of my...toys and we talked about how…toys…have changed since we were young,” he explained, his face turning red as she finished with his plate and placed it in front of him before taking his cup and dumping it in the sink, somehow not noticing his state of embarrassment.

“I’m just so glad that you have such a nice boy as your friend, Ryu-kun,” she said, pouring tea into a fresh cup and placing it in front of him before retaking her seat. By the time she had finished giving him everything, he had managed to get his embarrassment as well as his rib pain under control, and except for a slight flush, he was once again able to continue eating.

“I’m glad I have a nice boy as my…friend too, Mom,” he said, his heart pounding with love as he pictured the exquisite blond in his mind while Manami continued with her dinner.

“You’ve needed a good friend as well as a good role model. You told me before that he is an A-student, and I know he’s been tutoring you. Your grades are coming along nicely, by the way. Seguchi-kun’s also extremely polite as well. I think you can learn a lot from him. You said a while ago that he also plays piano, do you know what his plans for the future are? Is he going to become a concert pianist?”

Chewing thoughtfully, Ryuichi gazed down into his plate. Trying to provide for the family had made it so that Manami was often late in returning home, and being so busy with after school practices, homework and studying to keep up his grades, Ryuichi realized that he had neglected to tell his mother about the cultural fair and the concert that they were going to perform.

Telling his mother about it now was as good a time as any.

“He’s playing piano at the school’s cultural fair in a few weeks,” he began just as the phone rang. The two of them stared at it for a moment as it rang a second time.

“The only one that has this number right now is my employer. Hold that thought, I’ll be right back,” she promised, getting up from the table.

Gathering his thoughts as she spoke, Ryuichi puzzled as to how to explain to his mother that he was the lead singer in the band Noisy Little Grasper. Not sure how she would respond, but assuming that she might give him grief over their practices taking time away from his studying, he hung his head as he brainstormed as to how to tell her he had been studying hard before each practice without telling her. Once again deciding that the truth was the best way to go, he continued eating until she was done with her call. Feeling the blood drain from behind olive-colored bangs, he watched as she retook her seat.

“I’m sorry Ryu-kun, what were you saying?” she asked as she picked up her chopsticks, then a piece of her fish.

Ryuichi raised his head to stare into her eyes, mentally bracing himself for her reaction. “Tohma’s playing piano in the cultural fair. He, Noriko and I started a band and I’m singing in it,” he replied in a low yet steady voice.

Manami raised her head to gaze into her normally shy son’s now unfathomable sapphire eyes for a long moment before speaking. The teen returning the gaze, nervous yet determined to do just as he had just declared.

“You will keep up with your schoolwork, am I right Ryuichi?” she said, the use of his full name the only sign of her reluctance.

“Tohma will start bringing me my schoolwork tomorrow and he will continue to tutor me,” was the answer.

“And when I decide to let you return to school, you will keep out of trouble?” she asked, neither person’s gaze wavering as if in a contest of nerves.

“No trouble of any kind, I promise,” was the unhesitated reply.

“And I will get a ticket to your concert,” she stated, a mischievous twinkle in her own sapphire eyes as she finally gave her consent. Ryuichi leaned carefully forward towards his mother.

“And have my number one fan miss my first concert if I didn‘t?” he replied, grinning broadly.

“Its about time I heard you sing with a live band. Singing along with the radio just doesn’t cut it! ” Manami said, breaking the staring contest and smiling as she picked up her tea cup and took a sip.

Blushing but proud of her response, Ryuichi sat back and picked up his tea cup. Raising it in a toast, he said, “May Noisy Little Grasper have the best concert EVER!”

Manami gazed across the table, a slight frown on her face as she returned to her meal.

“Don’t you think that’s a rather….long…name for your band, Ryu-kun?” she asked, causing him to drop his arm a bit. Placing his cup on the table, the mossy-haired teen picked up his chopsticks.

“I thought so too, but I didn’t want to say. But, we each gave a word to the band’s name. I don’t know how to shorten it without causing hurt feelings.

Manami nodded as she raised her tea cup.

“Well then, I propose a toast to Noisy Little Grasper. May the Gods see to it that you have a successful concert!” she said, her tone serious as Ryuichi once more raised his cup to clink it against hers.

“And may Tohma, Noriko and I be friends forever!” he added, lowering his cup to his lips and draining it.

“Noriko, hunh? You have a girl in your band?” the pretty woman queried as she sipped at her tea, glancing over her cup at her son.

“Yeah, she’s a phenomenal synthesizer player! Not as good as Tohma, of course, but she took him away from his classical style for a bit and taught him how to truly rock!” he explained as he attacked his food once again.

Not showing how relieved that her normally bashful son was finally interacting with a person of the opposite sex, Manami thoughtfully ate her food, watching as she always did as her boy finished eating his food, cleared his plate and slowly got up for seconds. With his back still to her, she asked the question that had been on her mind since the synthesizer player was mentioned.

“So, are you dating Noriko, Ryuichi?”

Still facing away as she asked her question, Ryuichi stiffened, the full rice scoop still in one hand.

“Uh…no. I’m…interested in someone else,” he decided to say, once again going vague with his answers and hoping that she wouldn’t pry any further as he put the rice on his plate.

He was wrong.

“You are? So, when do I get to meet her?” she asked, picking up more food and chewing it slowly while she waited for an answer.

No longer hungry, Ryuichi returned the rice to the cooker and placed his plate in the sink. Sighing deeply and wincing as his injured ribs twinged, he slowly retook his seat.

“You…already have,” he admitted, his bangs hiding his face, his face pale before raising his head to once more gaze squarely at her.

Not quite sure of where her only child was heading, Manami tilted her head slightly, not understanding the reaction she was getting.

“I have? But the only one of your friends I’ve met so far was Seguchi-kun….oh,” she said, understanding flooding her voice, her own dinner forgotten.

As still as a statue, Ryuichi looked down at his lap and braced himself for the onslaught he was positive was about to come.

“Ryuichi. Look at me,” Manami commanded in a quiet, yet firm voice. The teen looked up at her, paired sapphire eyes locked together.

“First and foremost, Ryuichi,” she began gently. “I want you to know that I love you no matter what. I just want you to know that.”

“I know that Mom,” Ryuichi softly replied, his eyes still locked on Manami’s as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

“But…I also think that any sort of…relationship…that you two may have other than friendship should be…kept hidden. Many people today won’t like the idea of two men dating. They might try to…to hurt you because of their disapproval, not to mention the…diseases…that people seem to think that only….gay…men get,” she said, not wanting to actually say the word “AIDS.”

Silent as Manami spoke, Ryuichi could only listen.

“I am NOT going to tell you who you can and can’t date. Having dealt with the grief my parents gave me for falling in love with your father the musician, I know what its like to have someone put you through hell because of who your heart chose. My father and I don’t speak to this day, which is why you’ve never met them,” she said quietly. Her mind wandered back to how she felt when she woke up from a nap to find her son's pink bunny sitting on the hospital nightstand the night Ryuichi was born. Remembering how sad she was that her parents hadn't woken her when they visited and dropped off the hand-sewn plushie, knowing that her mother had worked so hard to make him.

She sighed and sat quietly for a moment before resuming.

“But, I’m also not going to deny that I still hope for grandchildren someday,” she said, a slight smile on her face.

Getting up from the table, Ryuichi hurried around it and carefully threw his arms around Manami.

“Even if I have to adopt,” he told her, the pair giggling as the tension in the room broke.

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Tsuzuku

(To Be Continued)

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A/N:

I don’t know the laws in Japan as to how child abuse would have been handled, much less how they were handled in the 1980’s, but I truly hope that they would have had some way to deal with an adult that abuses a child in public.

For those of you that might say Tohma’s out of character, this story takes place while he was still…demonstrative, lets just say. Besides, we ALL know that Tohma would do ANYTHING for “his Ryuichi-san,” right?

Gelfling21, not only were you my inspiration for this chapter, you were my sounding board and my alpha, as well as my beta. I hope that you like the lemon you helped inspire. Any changes afterwards are all my fault.

Gravitation is owned by Murakami Maki-sama as well as its various companies. I only use her characters out of love for their eccentric and unique personalities, as well as with the deepest reverence for her and her work. Any other characters are my creation; they exist purely to help enhance the storyline.

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Japanese/explanations in this track:

*Otōsan – Father, honorific

AIDS (Acquired ImmunoDeficiency Syndrome) - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HIV/AIDS
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