Shuichi's Personal Assistant

“Umi. Umiko.”
She heard a soft voice calling her name. Why did it sound so far away? Her eyelids felt so heavy. She wanted to open them but, she also wanted to keep them closed.
“Umiko, wake up.”
“I don’t want to,” she whispered.
“Tough luck then. You are awake.”
She opened her eyes slowly. She felt something cold and cool pressed against her forehead and saw Hiro looking down at her. Concern etched across his face.
“You ok?” he asked her.
She sat up slowly and removed the cloth from her head before answering.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said then grimaced when she felt a small pain on the top and back of her skull. She gingerly place her hand on her head.
“Yuki Eiri! That bastard!” she shouted. “What the hell is his freaking problem!” She tried to hold back her tears but it just wasn’t working. All she could do was remember Shuichi trying to comfort her. A scared Shuichi. What the hell happened after she’d been thrown out? She didn’t even want to think about it. Tears streaming down her face, she flung herself at Hiro. He held her tightly as she sobbed her frustrations out. Gently, he stroked her hair, whispering every calming thing he could think of.
“It’s ok. I’ll fix this. We’ll fix this,” he whispered, “He won’t ever be able to do this again.”
She gasped suddenly. “K,” she said. She disentangled herself from Hiro’s arms and looked into his gray eyes. “K knows about us.”
A sheepish look spread across his face. “Yeah. I know. He called my phone to see where I was so he could bring you to me.”
Umiko looked around the room. It finally dawned on her that she was home. Which meant...
“Where you here?”
“Yeah. I never got the chance to leave really. I just decided to stay when K had called earlier to cancel our work schedule. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“No, I suppose I don’t,” she looked up at him again, “I’m glad you were.”
He placed his hand gently on her cheek. “I’m going back to the living room to talk with K. I don’t really know what all happened. I was too concerned about my unconscious girlfriend.”
“I’m hardly a girlfriend, and we both know that”
Hiro gave a small snort and pressed his lips gently against hers. He touched his forehead to hers and whispered, “It doesn’t matter what we are to each other. I was still worried. I’m allowed to worry about people I care about.”
He gently pressed her back onto her pillow, replaced the cloth, and leaned towards her.
“I want you to rest some more. Do you want me to stay? I can.”
“Yes. Only if it won’t cause more trouble.”
“You will never be the cause of trouble for me.”
She sighed softly and closed her eyes. Before she fell back into blessed sleep she felt his lips on hers again and then heard the soft click of the door. She was very glad that she could be a deep sleeper. So very ,very glad.
*********

He had lied to her. He knew what had happened. He stood outside her closed door, silently fuming before he made his way to K.
“What the f**ck is his problem, K? And why didn’t you stop him!”
“Look, I got him away from Umiko. I punched him so hard he hit that god awful painting of his and broke the glass. And then I punched him some more.”
“Why didn’t you just break his face!”
“Shuichi. That’s why.”
Hiro stormed over to the small table in the dining area. His cigarettes were on it, and he needed a smoke. He noticed his hand trembling as he lit it. God! He hurt her for christ sakes. For no apparent reason. Sure, it wasn’t a major hurt. Technically, it was probably no big deal. But, he hadn’t been there. He couldn’t protect her.
“I don’t think Shu wants Umiko hurt either,” he said turning to K. “I’m not going to allow Yuki to hurt anyone. I warned him about hurting Shuichi before. That goes for Umiko too.”
******

He felt so quiet. Quiet and small. Sure, he was small. But this was a different kind of small. It felt as though he almost didn’t exist. He watched her standing there in the hall. He watched the door close. He watched Yuki turn around to face him. He parted his lips to speak. No sound came. They just stared at each other. Was he imagining it, or did Yuki look as shocked as he did. Shuichi saw blood. It had stained his shirt. Glass breaking. He remembered now. He’d heard the glass break and then she’d been pulled away. Shuichi took a breath. He didn’t realize he hadn’t been breathing. His tears had stopped. He took another breath, he needed to say...something, anything.
“No.”
Shuichi looked at Yuki.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no. I’m not going to discuss anything.”
“Like hell you’re not!” Shuichi leaped up from the floor. “You owe me an explanation! Why did you do that!”
“I don’t owe you a damn thing!” Yuki seemed to be growling. He turned and started to walk down the hall. He couldn’t believe he’d been cut on that damn glass frame.
Shuichi followed him swiftly. “Don’t you walk away from me! Not this time!” Shuichi reached out and grabbed Yuki’s shoulder. It happened so quickly, neither one of them had a chance to think. All Shuichi knew was that he was suddenly on the floor again.
Yuki looked at Shuichi on the floor and then back to his hand. A look of horror and then shame passed over his face. Oh my god, he thought, I just hit him.
“Shuichi...I...I...Oh my god. I didn’t..I would never,” he stammered. Shuichi looked at him for one moment. One very long moment. Then, flinging himself at Yuki with all his strength, he grabbed the front of Yuki’s shirt and slammed him hard against the wall.
“Is this how it is now Yuki! Is this the way you want to play?”
Shuichi pulled him closer and then hit against the wall. Again and again. Harder and harder. He didn’t even care if he hurt Yuki. His Yuki.
Shock couldn’t even begin to describe the emotion running through Yuki. He never even thought Shuichi possessed this kind of strength. This tiny man was hitting him against the wall. He’d never had to look down at an attacker before. Shuichi was crying, shouting the word why over and over again. Now he was hitting, beating mercilessly against his chest.
“What did she do to you! What did I do to you!”
Yuki felt himself slide to the floor. He didn’t even bother raising his arms to protect his face from the blows raining down on him. He deserved it. Shuichi had ripped Yuki’s shirt. Most of the buttons had fallen off. Suddenly, Yuki felt Shuichi’s hands pulling his hair, jerking his face toward him. Then, lips were pressed to his. Yuki felt his lips bruising and Shuichi’s tongue forcing entry into his mouth. Shuichi bit his lip until he tasted blood. He was ripping away what was left of Yuki’s shirt and biting exposed nipples. Yuki tried to push him away. Shuichi just held tighter to him and Yuki felt fingernails digging into his back. Shuichi looked up from Yuki’s chest. He stared into the golden eyes of the one most precious to him as he began forcing apart the opening of Yuki’s black pants. The button popped off and the zipper was quickly ripped apart. Yuki’s eyes never left Shuichi’s. He wasn’t really? Was he?
Shuichi reached down between Yuki’s legs and began pumping. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him.
“It seems the cold Yuki Eiri is human after all,” Shuichi said, "You don't get to push me away. Not this time."
He’d pulled his own shorts down and kneeled over Yuki. He continued stroking and pressed two fingers into Yuki’s mouth. Yuki closed his eyes and moaned, swirling his tongue around those digits until they were pulled away. He opened his eyes and watched Shuichi reach behind him, preparing himself. Before he knew it, he felt himself encased by Shuichi. He saw the tears glistening in the corner of his eyes.
Pain. That was all this was. Pain and a lot of it. But, Shuichi didn’t care. He wanted this to hurt. He wanted it to hurt Yuki too. He didn’t even try to relax or stop. He just moved. His legs wrapped around Yuki and he just moved. Faster and faster as hard as he could. He leaned down and bit Yuki. On his chest, his neck, his lips, where ever he could. He heard Yuki’s head hit the wall. He didn’t care. He heard Yuki shouting his name. He didn’t care. He didn’t stop. He felt his tears falling. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He felt Yuki inside him, hitting him deep within. He didn’t care. Yuki held him tightly as they came, shouting each others names, and he just didn’t care.
They sat in the hall. Yuki still holding him, not letting him move. Tears streamed down both of their faces. Yuki kissing him gently. Yuki holding his face, softly covering it with kisses. Shuichi slowly pulled away from him and stood up.
“Shuichi,” Yuki whispered.
“I’m taking a shower,”Shuichi whispered back. “I love you, but...I think you should leave for a while. Before I do something else I regret.”
With that, he turned and disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. Yuki sat on the floor and listened as his lover cried.