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This I
Promise You

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

Written
by: Chochowilliams

Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

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

Chapter
Summary:� The wedding
night commences.

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

Insert:� ---

A/N: �Be forewarned!�
Lemon! �Lemon!

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(Last Time)

�What're you
trying to get at, Kai?�� Hiro was
tired.� All he wanted to do was go back
to his place and sleep.� Hiro glanced over
his shoulder at the writer who had not moved an inch from his position in front
of the shrine.� Shrine?� He had not seen that earlier.� When had Shuichi and Yuki-san set up a
shrine?� He glanced back at the writer,
his face a mask of confusion.� He noticed
that the man had a carefully blank expression on his face.

�Did you hear
me, Hiro?�

�Huh?� I'm sorry, Kai.� What did you say?�

�I said Eiri
called me this morning to let me know that Shu wasn't coming in today.�� The second guitarist shook his head.� �I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I
forgot.� What with the accident and
Kei...�� He sighed.� �I don't remember the reason, but-�

�What!?� You forgot?�

Kai cringed
at the angry tone.� �I said I was sorry,
Hiro.� I had-�

Hiro growled
and paced several steps in an angry whirlwind, dragging his fingers through his
hair.� �Dammit, Kai!� Do you have any idea what the hell you just
did?�

�Me?� I didn't do a damn thing.� You were the one who left in a huff.�� A sudden thought hit him.� �Don't tell me you-�

�Thanks for
nothing, Kai.�� He flipped his phone
closed and clipped it back onto his belt.�
He growled angrily.� Damn Shiro
Kai to hell and back!� How could he have
forgotten something like this?� Did he
have any idea what he just did?� A
disgusted snort from behind him had Hiro twirling around to face a smug looking
writer.

�Nice, going,
kid,� Eiri said from the other side of the doorway.� �You alienate not only one, but two members
of your band.�� He snorted and shook his
head.� �Maybe next time you should think
before you act, huh?�

Hiro stepped
forward.� �Look, Yuki-san-�

�Save it,
Nakano.� I don't think any of us wants to
see your face for a while.�� Stepping
back, he slammed and locked the door on the stunned guitarist.

What had he just
done?

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Chapter
8: One Wild Night

He stood at the foot of the stairs with one hand on
his hip and the other fingering his hair.�
With a sigh, Eiri gazed up the staircase at the closed master bedroom
door.� This was definitely not his forte.� Even after all of these years with his baka, he still was uneasy and unsure how
to comfort the singer when he was this way.

�Dad?�

Eiri turned at the sound of his son�s voice.

Riku stood besides his father and gazed uncertainly up
at his parents� bedroom.� Biting his lip,
he looked back at his father.

Eiri rubbed lazy circles on his son�s back in an
effort to calm the boy down.� �They fight
all the time,� he reminded Riku.

Riku nodded.� He
knew that, but this time seemed different from the others.

�Why don�t you go play video games, or something,�
Eiri suggested.

His son still looked uncertain, but nodded almost
reluctantly.

Eiri ruffled Riku�s hair before starting up the
stairs.

Worried, Riku watched him go.

�Riku,� he called over his shoulder when he was halfway
up the stairs.

�Yeah?�

�Your Hiro is Shuichi�s best friend. �They�ll get over this and be back to normal in
no time.�

Riku could only nod.�
He wanted to believe his father. �He really did.

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With his hands on the doorframe, Eiri sighed heavily and
leaned his forehead against the closed door of the bedroom.� He felt his heart breaking as he listened to
the wailing sobs.� He hated it when
Shuichi cried.� It always made him feel
useless.� He never knew how to handle all
those tears, those eyes that pleaded and begged for his comfort.� It made him very uncomfortable when his
little baka turned on the water works factory.� What was supposed to do?� To say?�
He was no good at this kind of stuff.

��

At first, it used to be a coping mechanism.� He used to, and still did, have a hard time
getting close to anyone.� It was a deeply
rooted fear.� His mind cautioned him that
it would just end in disaster, but despite it all, Shuichi somehow made it
through the numerous layers of defense surrounding his heart. �The little baka
sunk his claws into him and refused to let go.�
Shuichi was a crocodile with a fresh kill.� Either that or a yo-yo or boomerang.� No matter how far he was thrown, he always
came back.� Now Eiri could not imagine
his life without him.� But he still had
no idea how to handle Shuichi when he cried, especially now, when it was
painfully clear a friendship that lasted over twenty years and jumped every
considerable hurtle unscathed was over.�
Eiri could not help but feel partially guilty for that.� And as he told Riku, the two were always
fighting.� Shuichi and Hiro were best
friends after all.� They will work things
out, maybe not tomorrow or the next day, but eventually.� He was certain of it.

Taking a deep breath, the romance writer straightened
and steeled himself.� Quietly opening the
door, he called into the darkness, �Shu-chan?��
He walked into the room and shut the door.� Even in the twilight of the room, Eiri knew
where he was going.� He walked nearly
blind and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling it sink under his weight and
clasped his hands between his knees.

�Why does he hate me?� came the sobs muffled under the
thick layer of blankets.

Eiri did not have to ask to know who �he� was.� �He doesn't hate you, Shu.�

�Yes, he does,� the singer sobbed.

�Shuichi,� Eiri sighed.� �You and Hiro are best friends.� Joined at the hip.� No matter what stupid or idiotic thing you
say or do, he always manages to forgive you and stay by your side.� Isn't that right?�� He took his husband�s silence as
confirmation.� �Yes, the two of you�ve
had your moments, but nobody can stay mad at you for very long.� You're like a magnet.� You attract everyone.� You make everyone smile and laugh, even when
they're in the deepest, darkest pits of their emotions! �Take it from me, I know.�

Shuichi sniffed and flung the covers off his
head.� Slowly sitting up, he stared down
at the comforter, his violet eyes shining with unshed tears.� His jaw trembled.

Eiri had been expecting the smaller man to throw
himself at him, but Shuichi stayed on his side of the bed, miserable.� �Shu?�

�Are you sure, he doesn't hate me?�

�He was just worried.�
Apparently, there was some miscommunication at the studio.� He doesn't hate you.� Don't worry so much.�

Shuichi nodded.�
He knew Eiri was right, but he could not get his �best friend�s�
accusations out of his head, they played in an endless loop.� What he said hurt a lot.� The man may have had good intentions, but
that did not help the singer feel any less bitter or disappointed.

Eiri watched and studied his significant other.� Shuichi could never hide anything from
anyone.� His emotions played on his face
so clearly it was like watching television.�
Shuichi had gotten a little better over the years, but he was a far cry
from having a cop face.� Eiri could be
wrong, but he was guessing his tiny lover was having a hard time making up his
mind about something.

Lifting his head, Shuichi stared deeply into Eiri's
face.� �Make love to me?� he asked
quietly.� He just wanted to forget everything
and lose himself in the sensation of being with the man he loved more than
anything in this world.

A soft smile lit Eiri's face.� �Your wish is my command.�

Shuichi crawled out of the covers and knelt before the
blond writer who turned to lay a folded leg on the bed.� Eiri cupped the smaller man's face.� His thumb brushed away a stray tear.� Leaning forward, he lightly rubbed their lips
together.

Shuichi sighed.�
This was heaven.

�Shu.�

�Eiri.�

Eiri captured his lover's lips with his own, using a
gentle play of lips, teeth and tongue to make love to his husband's mouth.

Moaning, Shuichi crawled into Eiri's lap.� He wrapped his arms and legs around Eiri and
hugged him tightly as Eiri's tongue explored the dark, wet cavern with patience
and finesse, caressing his baka's
tongue with sweet compassion and tenderness.�
Shuichi snaked his tongue into his husband's mouth, exploring and
caressing every wet inch.� He rubbed
their tongues together; petting it with sure, soft strokes.� When they pulled away, both were panting
heavily.� Staring deeply into one
another's eyes, they smiled.�

With his hands cupping the smaller man's face, Eiri
pressed their foreheads together and chuckled.�
�Baka.�

�Pervert.�

�Bitch.�

�Bastard.�

�Whore.�

�Watakushi no kokoro.�

Shuichi opened his mouth to retort but nothing came
out.� �Cheater,� he accused.

�You're just mad because I won.�

�You always win.�

�Damn straight,� Eiri whispered huskily.

Shuichi blushed.

As his prize, Eiri grabbed Shuichi's lips.� His tongue poked at the locked lips, licking
along the crack, asking silently for entrance.�
Giving it, Shuichi opened his mouth wide, allowing Eiri's tongue to
plunge inside.� Their tongues battled for
dominance.� Since Shuichi was better at
the game now than he used to be, nobody won.�
When Eiri�s tongue retreated, Shuichi's followed, ravaging his lover's
mouth.� They sucked and nipped at each
other's lips.� Shuichi's fingers played
with Eiri's hair as he kissed the man deeply and passionately, wanting to delve
deeper into him.

Eiri's hands caressed Shuichi's side, roaming up his
chest to his shoulders.� He pulled off
Shuichi's haori, tossing it over his shoulder, and Shuichi did the same with
Eiri's.� Leaving a trail of wet kisses
along Shuichi's jaw and neck, paying close attention to the mark of ownership
on the singer's neck, Eiri slid the white under kimono off the tiny shoulders
and let it pool around Shuichi�s narrow waist.�
As Eiri kissed his way down Shuichi's small but well built and toned
chest, Shuichi laced his fingers in Eiri's blond hair and made small noises he
knew turned the other man on.

The writer kept one hand placed on the small of the
singer's back and used the other to tweak and grope the sleeping nipple while
he kissed the other one.� He twirled his
tongue around the wakening bud, sucking it like a babe suckling its mama's tit,
eliciting one sharp cry after another from his husband.� Eiri felt his cock hardening as the room
filled with the moans and mewling of his husband.� Eiri bit the perk nipple, causing Shuichi to
give a yelp and arch his back.

Panting heavily, sweat already dotting his forehead,
Shuichi breathed, �Suki dayo.�

�I know,� Eiri whispered as he laid Shuichi gently
back on the bed.� He straddled Shuichi�s
hips and paid the neglected nipple the same attention he gave the other.� Clasping Shuichi's hands together in his
larger one, Eiri held them captive above Shuichi's head.� The singer wiggled a little underneath him as
he tried to get comfortable.� Eiri
grunted as their hardened lengths rubbed together in the process.� The romance writer charged forward and made
his conquest, sucking and biting his husband's mouth.

�Eiri,� Shuichi moaned into the man's mouth.� He arched his hips, rubbing his hardening
cock against that of his husband's.� Eiri
ripped his mouth away and tossed his head back, letting out a deep groan.

Growling, Eiri glared at the smaller man beneath
him.� Letting go of the small confined
hands, Eiri tore at Shuichi's hakama.� He
tossed it aside with the rest of his own clothes.

Shuichi watched his older lover with hungry eyes and
licked his lips.� A tiny growl escaped
his lips.

Eiri pounced onto his lover and kissed his deeply as
if he was trying to eat his mouth.� He
ground his hips against Shuichi's effectively rubbing their erections
together.�

Shuichi wrapped his legs around Eiri's waist in order
to press the elder male closer into him.�
�Eiri, I want you!�

Reluctantly, the writer released himself from the
human leech and rooted around in the nightstand until he found what he was
looking for.� Turning back around, he
licked his suddenly dry lips and stared at the sight that greeted him like a
hungry man at a buffet.� Shuichi's legs
were bent, his knees pointing at the ceiling, and spread open wide like a mouth
at a dentist's office.� His member was
standing at attention.� Crawling onto the
bed, Eiri flicked the cap off the lube and coated his fingers.� Using his body to open Shuichi's legs wider
as he crawled closer to what was now and forever his, he used his free hand to
lift the smaller man slightly, while he gently slipped a coated finger into the
small entrance waiting enticingly for him.

Shuichi gripped the sheets tightly until his knuckles
turned white.� Soft gasps escaped through
parted lips.� His back arched off the
bed.� He tossed his head back.� He gave a sharp cry as the intruder brought
along with him a friend.� They slipped
inside, driving deeper and harder.� He
soaked up the pain and transformed it into the greatest pleasure man or god
could ever know.� His mewls increased,
his pants filling up the silence of the apartment.� His hold of the bed sheet tightened.� Just like that, he was empty.� Opening eyes he could not remember closing,
Shuichi stared between his legs at his husband.

�Eiri, what-?��
The rest of what he was going to ask was silenced as his husband filled
him up completely.� Shuichi tossed his
head back and screamed.

Eiri paused when he felt himself hit the end.� With his hands holding him up above his lithe
baka, he looked at the sweat-drenched man underneath him.� �Are you-?�

Shuichi shook his head.� �Don't�don�t stop Eiri�please,� he panted.

And he didn�t.�
Eiri did not stop loving Shuichi.�
He took everything Shuichi had to give and gave Shuichi all he had in
return.� Beneath him, Shuichi's breathy
moans and soft mewling was nowhere to be heard.�
As Shuichi was rocked, in his ecstasy-induced fever, he cried out
incomprehensibly above the squeaking of the mattress and the constant bangs of
the headboard as it slammed over and over again against the wall.

Almost too soon, Shuichi felt the pressure and heat
building up inside of him.� He felt
himself rising to the top of that mountain peak and exploded over the top with
a shrill cry.� Eiri followed his partner
up that mountain trail, feeling the change in pressure.� Moments later, and with one last hard jab,
burst over the mountaintop.

Both men were breathing hard, their hearts beating
rapid tattoos in their chest.

His arms and legs feeling like rubber, Eiri pulled out
of his lover, who moaned in disappointment at the loss, and flopped onto his
back besides him.

Shuichi cuddled up to Eiri, wrapping his arms and legs
around him.� �I love you, Eiri.�

Eiri smiled tenderly into the darkness, hugging his
husband tightly to his side.

Shuichi sighed contently.� This was how things should always be.� Lifting his head, he peered down at his
husband, who appeared to be sleeping.�
Sleeping?� No, no.� Sleeping was something the singer would not
allow, at least not tonight.� Grinning
evilly, Shuichi straddled his husband, surprising the man.� Golden hazel eyes snapped open and studied
the tiny man above him.

Eiri grabbed Shuichi's waist.� �What're you doing, Baka?�

Leaning forward, Shuichi whispered, �Taking advantage
of you.�

�Really?� Eiri asked with a raised eyebrow.

�Uh huh.�

Shuichi captured his lover's lips with his own, using
a not so gentle play of lips, teeth and tongue to explore Eiri's mouth
greedily.� He wanted him.� He always wanted him, but Shuichi felt like a
dehydrated man in a desert.� He just
could not seem to get enough of this man.�
Pulling away, and panting slightly, Shuichi and Eiri stared deeply into
each other�s eyes.� What they saw was
reflected in both their eyes, utter trust and a love so strong, come hell or
high water, they would forever be locked in the endless dance of their romance.

They kissed, hard and wanting.� Lips parted and tongues plundered each dark,
wet cave, battling like gladiators.�
Teeth bit and nipped.� Lips
suckled and pulled.� It turned them both
on.� Eiri moaned into his husband's mouth
as he felt Shuichi grab his already throbbing erection.� He returned the gesture by running his hands
up the man's narrow but well toned chest, splaying his hands over nipples still
hard from their last rumble.� Eiri broke
the kiss and grabbed his husband's hands that were stroking him to
ripeness.� Shuichi moaned in
disappointment.

Grinning, Eiri flipped them over and pinned the singer
once more to the bed.� He knelt between
slightly parted legs and kissed and lightly nuzzled Shuichi's jaw and down his
neck.� He was rewarded by the man's
pleasured gasps.� These sounds caused
Eiri to grow even harder.

With his pants increasing and sweat dotting his skin,
Shuichi flipped them over so that he was straddling Eiri.

Eiri blinked in shock and confusion.� What just happened?

Shuichi grinned down at him evilly.� Licking his lips, he rocked his hips over his
husband's engorged member.� Eiri moaned
loudly in reaction.� Shuichi smoothed his
hands up Eiri's arms, over his wide shoulders and down his chest, pinching his
lover's nipples as he passed them.�
Shuichi blew into Eiri's belly button.�
Chuckling as Eiri wiggled underneath him.� He licked the sensitive, taut skin around the
hole before plunging his tongue inside.�
He kissed his way up his writer's flat stomach to his chest.� He tweaked and groped the sleeping nipples.� He twirled his tongue around the wakening
bud, sucking it, pleased when he heard the low growls emanating from his
husband.� Shuichi felt himself going
crazy as he heard the pleasured remarks from the man underneath him.� He bit a perk nipple, which caused Eiri to
arch his back and toss his head in pleasure.�
Shuichi paid as much heed with the other one.

Then Shuichi crawled down Eiri's body to his
toes.� Rolling his eyes up to watch his
husband's reactions, he climbed up his body like a cat, letting his hands trail
from his toes and up his foot to his ankle.�
Up Eiri�s muscled calves towards his knees then up his thighs to cup the
throbbing member between them.� His hands
teased and caressed, all the while keeping his eyes plastered to his husband�s
erotic masked face.

Eiri drew in shallow breath after shallow breath, his
eyes rolling into the back of his head.�
He arched, pushing his hips harder into the hands jerking him off.

Bringing his face down, Shuichi rubbed his face
against the man's arousal.� He took it
into his mouth, welcoming the familiarity of it.

�Oh, Kami-sama,� Eiri moaned.

Shuichi sucked on the hard cock in his mouth.� His other hand fondled Eiri�s balls and
teased his bottom.� As his husband
continued to moan in pleasure, Shuichi probed his husband with his
fingers.� Eiri bucked against him, his
fingers tangling themselves in Shuichi's hair raven locks that somewhere along
the line escaped its bun.� Shuichi did
not stop torturing the man until he felt muscles tense and freeze.� His lover climaxed with a loud cry.� Shuichi drank him in as he watched and felt the
body beneath him relax.� He moved back up
Eiri's body and kissed him fiercely.

Eiri licked the inside of his husband's mouth, tasting
himself within its dark, wet confines.

Their hands roamed over each other�s naked body.� Fingers pinched, groped and teased.

As they continued to devour each other, Eiri reached
out blindly, searching until he found what he was looking for.� He slipped it into Shuichi hands.

The singer glanced at the tube in his hand and stared
at his husband questioningly.� He knew what
he wanted, but the question was would Eiri let him?� �Eiri...�

The corner of his lips curled into a smile as Eiri
covered his husband's smaller hand over the bottle.� His other hand helped to pour the messy goop
onto slender fingers.� Setting the bottle
on the bed and out of the way, Eiri positioned Shuichi's coated hands at his
entrance.

This was a dream come true for Shuichi.� He was rarely given the chance to be the
dominate one.� One, Eiri was bigger and
stronger and usually won the battles for dominance.� Two, Shuichi was the submissive one in their
relationship.� Besides, he preferred and
enjoyed being the one of the bottom.� He
loved the feel of the love of his life filling him and loving him.� �Eiri?�
Are you-?�

�Baka, I want to feel you inside of me.�

Bending over, Shuichi kissed Eiri chastely on the lips
before stroking his lover's bottom, probing him, preparing him.

Eiri grabbed the bunched up sheets by his head and bit
his lip as pleasured moans threatened to spill from his lips.� He bucked slightly off the bed.� �Shu,� he moaned.

Loving when the man said his name in pleasure like
that, Shuichi continued to tease the older man.

�Oh, Kami-sama,� Eiri groaned.� His eyes dropped shut and his breathing
hitched.� Sweat dotted his brow.� �Mmm!�

Shuichi loved when their roles were reversed.� It did not happen often enough in his
opinion.� He chuckled when he heard the
disappointed sigh when he sat back.�
Grabbing the nearly empty bottle, he coated himself, hissing as his hand
worked over his neglected penis.� Eiri
complied swiftly when told to turn over.�
Shuichi had to admit.� He liked
this submissive side of Eiri.

Eiri in turn was in love with this demanding,
domineering side of his husband.

A hand on Eiri's shoulder and the other on his hip,
Shuichi slid smoothly inside his husband, awakening more moans and cries.

Eiri grabbed himself and began masturbating as he felt
his tiny lover thrusting in with enough force to rip a startled cry from his
lips and then sliding back out almost torturously slow.

Shuichi loved the tight feel of Eiri around him.� He found a rhythm rather quickly and soon
both men lost themselves in the intense pleasure that coursed through
them.� Their mingled cries filled the
twilight-strewn bedroom.� All too soon,
Shuichi felt muscles tightened around his cock, which caused him to groan in
reaction, as Eiri's climax drew near.� He
pumped into the tightness of his husband with long, deep, hard thrusts.� They both made pleasured noises as their
lovemaking reached its pinnacle, both of them crying out loud and long.

Eiri collapsed onto the bed and grunted as he felt his
singer pull out of him and flop on top of him.

Shuichi cuddled his writer, hugging him from behind
and sighed contently.� �I love you,� he
told his husband with a huge yawn.

Flipping onto his back, he wrapped his arms tightly
around Shuichi and rubbed his face in the man's hair.� �I know.�

Both men fell into a deep slumber, smiles plastered
onto their faces.

---TBC---

Preview: Obsession

A/N:� Now
was that hot or what? �What did you
think?
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