Illusions of Life
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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
6,869
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Let's Dance
Disclaimer: Gravitation is not mine, these are not my characters and I make no money, but I like to make them dance.
EiriXShu
NC17 but not until chapter 10 (sorry.)
If you have time, please review.
Illusions of Life
Chapter 9
Let’s Dance
(with apologies to David Bowie and Iain Banks.)
I lengthened my stride until I could no longer hear the music from the club. My steps matched the beat of my heart which in turn matched the two words I repeated over and over in my head. I failed. I failed. I failed.
I had to stop once so I could talk myself out of being sick in a row of hedges. I’m not sure I could have handled the return of the Sushi, not to mention the horrid melon martini. Besides, I would have felt bad for whoever would have to clean up after me tomorrow. Although at the moment, I mostly felt bad for myself.
Through the hazy illumination of the street lamps mixed with smog, I saw some trees up ahead. A park. Good. I aimed for it.
Cherry blossom trees lined the walkway in the small park. It was picturesque and comforting. The perfect place to brood and sulk. To reflect on the mess I had just made of my life.
What would I do now?
I stopped at one of the several benches in the park and sat down. I allowed myself to dive into a pool of self pity.
What would I do now?
18 months ago, when I had fled from what I had done to Shuichi, I had never really felt like it was over between us. I had always carried a small nugget of hope in my heart that someday we would be together again. Sure, I told him otherwise, but really, there was no one else for me. I thought he felt the same way, in his heart, like I did. I had made myself believe he still loved me.
What would I do now?
I was still flying but my mind was oddly in focus. I sat on the bench, alone and in the dark and wondered how I could possibly be so stupid. I had let Sakuma Ryuichi kiss me. In front of Shuichi. My stomach roiled in protest.
What could I do now?
After a few minutes, when my stomach settled, I summoned up enough energy to light a cigarette. I inhaled the nicotine, letting it soothe me. As I exhaled, I watched the smoke curl in on itself and then fade away. Inhale. Exhale.
“Eiri, what are you doing?”
Touma. Did he follow me? No. More likely, he had someone else follow me.
“You asked me that already at the club.” I stated.
“You didn’t give a satisfactory answer,” he stated back.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, “Can you save the Jedi-mind tricks for another day? I’m really not up for them right now.”
He chuckled and I could tell he was moving toward me, “Shuichi-san told me what happened. He also told me that the two of you have been rather irresponsible tonight.”
Irresponsible. I scoffed, “save it.”
He was still chuckling as he moved to stand in front of me, “you still haven’t answered my question, Eiri. What are you doing?”
I opened my eyes and met his sympathetic gaze. Sympathy? Because of our history together, Touma always could disarm me emotionally. He was the one person that really knew me, except for Shuichi of course. Now, in my drug induced state I was extra vulnerable to him. It was all I could do to hold back the tsunami of emotion that threatened to break free. “I’m… I don’t know what I’m doing. I made a mistake. I ruined everything.”
He knelt down so his head was level with mine, “Eiri, don’t let yourself get washed away by your temporary emotional state.”
Sighing I said, “yeah, I know. If it makes you feel any better, the real Eiri inside would like nothing better than to kick this Eiri’s pathetic ass.” I inhaled deeply, “I just wanted everything to be perfect tonight. Now… now I’ve fucked all that up. Ruined everything.”
He smiled at me, “don\'t you think you’re being a little dramatic? Do you really think it’s over because you danced with Ryuichi? Because you got kissed by Ryuichi? Because you got tricked by Ryuichi?”
“Well,” I said slowly, “you talked to Shuichi after I did.” Wait. My mind grabbed at what he was saying. Tricked?
“Yes,” he nodded, “I did speak with Shuichi-san after you did.”
I shook my head remembering, “I saw the look he gave me. He’s done with me, isn’t he?” Fuck it. I buried my head in my hands and I began to cry.
“Eiri,” Touma chided, “instead of deciding for him, why don’t you ask him how he feels?”
I couldn’t answer him; I was trying too hard to keep the tears in.
Arms encircled me but I pushed them away frantically. I didn’t want Touma’s pity.
“Hey, I’m trying to comfort you, you ass!”
Shuichi.
I opened my eyes to check. Yeah, it really was Shuichi. “Wh... what are you doing here?”
“As usual, I’m chasing after you,” he brushed a tear off my face. “I thought you said you weren’t going to run away anymore.”
“But you… you walked away from me,” I sniffled. How humiliating was that?
“Eiri,” he said sternly to me, “its okay. You’re just a little fucked up right now, thanks to me. And,” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone as long as I did. Especially under the circumstances.”
He sighed, “I guess there’s no doubt about it, I still get crazy, jealous when it comes to you. I just couldn’t stand seeing Ryuichi touching you.”
I started to protest but he waved me silent, “I know. I know. I sent Ryuichi to watch out for you. That was my fault, too. I didn’t realize how manic Ryuichi was right now. I didn’t think he would be able to trick you, of all people, so easily.” He thumped me on the head, “I didn’t take into account how much ecstasy would addle your brain.”
“Wait…manic?” I grasped at what he was saying.
He nodded, “yes manic. As in manic-depressive. That’s why Touma’s here. Apparently Ryu has been skipping his meds again and Touma’s about the only person that can handle him when he’s in the throes of a full blown episode.” He furrowed his brow in concern, “You have to keep a sharp eye on Ryu about taking that stuff. He’s crafty about it.”
Manic. I was starting to connect the dots, starting to unwind a little. “You’ve seen him like this before?”
“Yeah. He can really fuck with your head if you’re not on guard and accustomed to it,” he smiled at me. “As you have found out. Did he quote any Lewis Carroll to you?”
I nodded.
“Eeesh.” He shuddered, “He is bad, then. K suspected, but I wasn’t listening. I’m so sorry, Eiri.”
“So that little maneuver on the dance floor was meant to fuck with us both?” I snarled.
He chuckled, “Yeah. And it worked, too. Well, I guess I kind of had it coming.”
“Yeah,” I nodded in agreement thinking about what the nut case said to me about how much I had hurt Shuichi, “me, too.”
He was still smiling, “if it makes you feel any better, Hiro’s in for a very rough week. He’s never been through a full blown Ryuichi manic phase.”
Hmm. That did make me feel better. A little.
“So,” Shuichi leaned back and looked at the sky, “are you ever going to tell me what you are so afraid of?”
“You mean, regarding us?”
He looked at me, rolled his eyes and snorted, “yes, Eiri. Regarding us. You can really be obstinate when you want to be.”
“Obstinate? When did you learn that word?” I asked innocently.
“Nice try on avoiding the issue. Come on, Eiri,” he said, clearly exasperated with me, “you can always blame it on the drugs later. Just tell me.”
I took a deep breath, “Okay.” I turned so I was facing him on the bench, “I’m afraid you are just using me. That you’ll wait until I’m totally hooked and then…”
“Dump you?” His eyes were wide, “You think I’m just messing with your head?”
Those stupid tears were back again, “That in order to get back at me… for hurting you so bad.”
“Oh, Eiri,” he placed one hand gently at the back of my head and wiped away tears with the other one. “You really are an idiot, you know that?”
I nodded, “But I wouldn’t blame you for it. I hurt you so bad…”
He hugged me, and his voice broke a little when he said, “Yes, Eiri. You did hurt me. But I think you hurt yourself just as bad, didn’t you?”
I nodded into his chest, “I don’t want to ever be without you. Not again.” The emotional wall was completely breeched now; I couldn’t have stopped the words if I had wanted to. “I’m terrified of being without you, I always have been. Terrified of letting you in my heart, even though you are already there. You hold so much power over me… you could easily destroy me.” Inside I was screaming like a madman to shut up. Shut up! Shut up!!
He was rocking me, gently rubbing my back, soothing me with quiet reassurances. But most importantly, he was crying with me.
We sat like that, for several minutes, crying and holding on to one another, healing each other.
“Okay, then.” He spoke first, but still held me tight. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy. We have a lot to get through, but I think we can do it.”
“You do?” I breathed in his strawberry and leather scent as I dared to hoped.
“Of course,” he tipped my chin up and smiled at me, tears still glistening in his eyes. “This is true love. Do you think this happens every day?”
“Princess Bride,” I smiled. Shuichi was the only person in the world that knew I loved that movie. I found it unbelievably sweet that he quoted it to me now.
“We have to establish some future ground rules,” he announced.
“Such as?”
“No more ecstasy for you. It makes you too…” he searched for word.
“Human?” I offered.
“Yeah,” he nodded in agreement. “I like you better when you are surly and unresponsive. You know, a cold bastard.”
I snorted at him. “Anything else?”
“Yes,” he jumped up, “you still owe me some dancing.”
I groaned and complained, “Must we?”
“That’s the spirit! There’s the asshole I know so well,” he tipped his head to the side and held out his hand to me. “Come on.”
“You always did have too much energy for your own good,” I grumbled at him and raised my right hand to slip into his.
“I promise, you won’t be complaining about my energy level later,” he reached behind his back and then quickly slapped a fur lined handcuff on me. He handed me the other side to the cuffs as he slid his left wrist in and waited for me to close it.
I lifted my eyebrows at him as I locked the cuff in place.
“Well,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t have you scampering off anymore. You get into too much trouble.”
Rolling my eyes I said, “I thought I said no weird sex. And where the hell did you get these things?”
He began walking and tugged on the cuffs to get me to follow. “I believe what you said was there could not be any weird sex UNLESS it was just the two of us. I’m not sure this counts as sex…yet, but you have to agree, it’s definitely just the two of us.”
“Huh. And?” I prodded.
“And,” he continued, “Touma gave them to me. Said it might be a good idea to use them until you came down.”
“Touma? Where…” I considered what I was about to ask. “Never mind. Don’t really want to know.”
“Nor do I,” Shuichi chuckled in agreement.
We went back to the club again, nearly running. Even after my intense emotional breakdown, I was soaring again with my giddy first date feeling, and once again, all was right with the world. Stupid drugs.
Shuichi led me through the club again and waved to the DJ before steering me up a completely different set of stairs. This staircase brought us to the mezzanine with the open balcony that I had admired earlier. There were not as many people here, but there were still flashing lights and the thrumming sound.
My date grabbed me and kissed me and before I knew it we were in the middle of the floor dancing. Sort of. It was a difficult maneuver to hold each other with the handcuffs on, but we managed as I held Shuichi’s hand tight against my chest. He lead us out onto the balcony and as cliché as it was, we danced under the stars.
A few songs later, the music changed and I smiled when I recognized “Let’s Dance” by David Bowie.
I whispered into Shuichi’s ear, “Did you do this?”
He grinned at me, “You always did have a thing for David Bowie.”
I rolled my eyes, “I thought that was you.”
Now he was shaking his head, “David Bowie always worked to get you in bed.”
My throat went dry and I let my free hand slide down and cup his ass, pressing him into me. Ah, fuck, he was just as hard as I was. “What are you talking about? I’m always ready. For you, anyway.”
We could hear David Bowie’s clear strong voice singing to us:
“Let’s dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues,
Let’s dance, to the song they’re playing on the radio.”
Let’s sway, while color lights up your face,
Let’s sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space.”
“Oh Eiri,” Shuichi breathed into my ear, as he moved himself against me with exquisite, torturous friction, “you are so fucking hot.”
I could barely speak when I asked, “How much longer will you make me wait?”
He smiled at me and began to sing along with the song,
“If you say run, I’ll run with you
And if you say hide, we’ll hide.
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower”
He was guiding us towards the stairs still singing and smiling,
“Let’s dance, for fear your grace should fall
Let’s dance, for fear tonight is all
Let’s sway; you could look into my eyes
Let’s sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight.”
I was completely mesmerized by him. It was as if he had turned his pheromones on high and he was seducing me with every movement, every sound he produced. We stopped dancing when we reached the top of the stairs and raced down them.
As we burst out of the club, the music still followed us and I could hear Shuichi’s clear satiny voice as he wrapped up the song, still crooning to me,
“Let’s dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues,
Let’s dance, to the song we’re playing.
Let’s sway,
Let’s sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight.
He faced me and walked backwards toward the limo holding our handcuffed hands together. He was enticing me with his sinful movements as he unlaced the remaining leather cording on the front of his barely-there shirt.
“Let’s dance,
Let’s dance”
We were almost to the limo and I saw that Akira had already opened the door for us. Pulling the cord free from his shirt, Shuichi tossed it around my neck and pulled me close. He was still singing, but very quietly and as we tumbled into the limo he embellished the lyrics, just a little;
“Let’s fuck.”
TBC
Let’s Dance – Lyrics by the very hot David Bowie
EiriXShu
NC17 but not until chapter 10 (sorry.)
If you have time, please review.
Illusions of Life
Chapter 9
Let’s Dance
(with apologies to David Bowie and Iain Banks.)
I lengthened my stride until I could no longer hear the music from the club. My steps matched the beat of my heart which in turn matched the two words I repeated over and over in my head. I failed. I failed. I failed.
I had to stop once so I could talk myself out of being sick in a row of hedges. I’m not sure I could have handled the return of the Sushi, not to mention the horrid melon martini. Besides, I would have felt bad for whoever would have to clean up after me tomorrow. Although at the moment, I mostly felt bad for myself.
Through the hazy illumination of the street lamps mixed with smog, I saw some trees up ahead. A park. Good. I aimed for it.
Cherry blossom trees lined the walkway in the small park. It was picturesque and comforting. The perfect place to brood and sulk. To reflect on the mess I had just made of my life.
What would I do now?
I stopped at one of the several benches in the park and sat down. I allowed myself to dive into a pool of self pity.
What would I do now?
18 months ago, when I had fled from what I had done to Shuichi, I had never really felt like it was over between us. I had always carried a small nugget of hope in my heart that someday we would be together again. Sure, I told him otherwise, but really, there was no one else for me. I thought he felt the same way, in his heart, like I did. I had made myself believe he still loved me.
What would I do now?
I was still flying but my mind was oddly in focus. I sat on the bench, alone and in the dark and wondered how I could possibly be so stupid. I had let Sakuma Ryuichi kiss me. In front of Shuichi. My stomach roiled in protest.
What could I do now?
After a few minutes, when my stomach settled, I summoned up enough energy to light a cigarette. I inhaled the nicotine, letting it soothe me. As I exhaled, I watched the smoke curl in on itself and then fade away. Inhale. Exhale.
“Eiri, what are you doing?”
Touma. Did he follow me? No. More likely, he had someone else follow me.
“You asked me that already at the club.” I stated.
“You didn’t give a satisfactory answer,” he stated back.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, “Can you save the Jedi-mind tricks for another day? I’m really not up for them right now.”
He chuckled and I could tell he was moving toward me, “Shuichi-san told me what happened. He also told me that the two of you have been rather irresponsible tonight.”
Irresponsible. I scoffed, “save it.”
He was still chuckling as he moved to stand in front of me, “you still haven’t answered my question, Eiri. What are you doing?”
I opened my eyes and met his sympathetic gaze. Sympathy? Because of our history together, Touma always could disarm me emotionally. He was the one person that really knew me, except for Shuichi of course. Now, in my drug induced state I was extra vulnerable to him. It was all I could do to hold back the tsunami of emotion that threatened to break free. “I’m… I don’t know what I’m doing. I made a mistake. I ruined everything.”
He knelt down so his head was level with mine, “Eiri, don’t let yourself get washed away by your temporary emotional state.”
Sighing I said, “yeah, I know. If it makes you feel any better, the real Eiri inside would like nothing better than to kick this Eiri’s pathetic ass.” I inhaled deeply, “I just wanted everything to be perfect tonight. Now… now I’ve fucked all that up. Ruined everything.”
He smiled at me, “don\'t you think you’re being a little dramatic? Do you really think it’s over because you danced with Ryuichi? Because you got kissed by Ryuichi? Because you got tricked by Ryuichi?”
“Well,” I said slowly, “you talked to Shuichi after I did.” Wait. My mind grabbed at what he was saying. Tricked?
“Yes,” he nodded, “I did speak with Shuichi-san after you did.”
I shook my head remembering, “I saw the look he gave me. He’s done with me, isn’t he?” Fuck it. I buried my head in my hands and I began to cry.
“Eiri,” Touma chided, “instead of deciding for him, why don’t you ask him how he feels?”
I couldn’t answer him; I was trying too hard to keep the tears in.
Arms encircled me but I pushed them away frantically. I didn’t want Touma’s pity.
“Hey, I’m trying to comfort you, you ass!”
Shuichi.
I opened my eyes to check. Yeah, it really was Shuichi. “Wh... what are you doing here?”
“As usual, I’m chasing after you,” he brushed a tear off my face. “I thought you said you weren’t going to run away anymore.”
“But you… you walked away from me,” I sniffled. How humiliating was that?
“Eiri,” he said sternly to me, “its okay. You’re just a little fucked up right now, thanks to me. And,” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone as long as I did. Especially under the circumstances.”
He sighed, “I guess there’s no doubt about it, I still get crazy, jealous when it comes to you. I just couldn’t stand seeing Ryuichi touching you.”
I started to protest but he waved me silent, “I know. I know. I sent Ryuichi to watch out for you. That was my fault, too. I didn’t realize how manic Ryuichi was right now. I didn’t think he would be able to trick you, of all people, so easily.” He thumped me on the head, “I didn’t take into account how much ecstasy would addle your brain.”
“Wait…manic?” I grasped at what he was saying.
He nodded, “yes manic. As in manic-depressive. That’s why Touma’s here. Apparently Ryu has been skipping his meds again and Touma’s about the only person that can handle him when he’s in the throes of a full blown episode.” He furrowed his brow in concern, “You have to keep a sharp eye on Ryu about taking that stuff. He’s crafty about it.”
Manic. I was starting to connect the dots, starting to unwind a little. “You’ve seen him like this before?”
“Yeah. He can really fuck with your head if you’re not on guard and accustomed to it,” he smiled at me. “As you have found out. Did he quote any Lewis Carroll to you?”
I nodded.
“Eeesh.” He shuddered, “He is bad, then. K suspected, but I wasn’t listening. I’m so sorry, Eiri.”
“So that little maneuver on the dance floor was meant to fuck with us both?” I snarled.
He chuckled, “Yeah. And it worked, too. Well, I guess I kind of had it coming.”
“Yeah,” I nodded in agreement thinking about what the nut case said to me about how much I had hurt Shuichi, “me, too.”
He was still smiling, “if it makes you feel any better, Hiro’s in for a very rough week. He’s never been through a full blown Ryuichi manic phase.”
Hmm. That did make me feel better. A little.
“So,” Shuichi leaned back and looked at the sky, “are you ever going to tell me what you are so afraid of?”
“You mean, regarding us?”
He looked at me, rolled his eyes and snorted, “yes, Eiri. Regarding us. You can really be obstinate when you want to be.”
“Obstinate? When did you learn that word?” I asked innocently.
“Nice try on avoiding the issue. Come on, Eiri,” he said, clearly exasperated with me, “you can always blame it on the drugs later. Just tell me.”
I took a deep breath, “Okay.” I turned so I was facing him on the bench, “I’m afraid you are just using me. That you’ll wait until I’m totally hooked and then…”
“Dump you?” His eyes were wide, “You think I’m just messing with your head?”
Those stupid tears were back again, “That in order to get back at me… for hurting you so bad.”
“Oh, Eiri,” he placed one hand gently at the back of my head and wiped away tears with the other one. “You really are an idiot, you know that?”
I nodded, “But I wouldn’t blame you for it. I hurt you so bad…”
He hugged me, and his voice broke a little when he said, “Yes, Eiri. You did hurt me. But I think you hurt yourself just as bad, didn’t you?”
I nodded into his chest, “I don’t want to ever be without you. Not again.” The emotional wall was completely breeched now; I couldn’t have stopped the words if I had wanted to. “I’m terrified of being without you, I always have been. Terrified of letting you in my heart, even though you are already there. You hold so much power over me… you could easily destroy me.” Inside I was screaming like a madman to shut up. Shut up! Shut up!!
He was rocking me, gently rubbing my back, soothing me with quiet reassurances. But most importantly, he was crying with me.
We sat like that, for several minutes, crying and holding on to one another, healing each other.
“Okay, then.” He spoke first, but still held me tight. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy. We have a lot to get through, but I think we can do it.”
“You do?” I breathed in his strawberry and leather scent as I dared to hoped.
“Of course,” he tipped my chin up and smiled at me, tears still glistening in his eyes. “This is true love. Do you think this happens every day?”
“Princess Bride,” I smiled. Shuichi was the only person in the world that knew I loved that movie. I found it unbelievably sweet that he quoted it to me now.
“We have to establish some future ground rules,” he announced.
“Such as?”
“No more ecstasy for you. It makes you too…” he searched for word.
“Human?” I offered.
“Yeah,” he nodded in agreement. “I like you better when you are surly and unresponsive. You know, a cold bastard.”
I snorted at him. “Anything else?”
“Yes,” he jumped up, “you still owe me some dancing.”
I groaned and complained, “Must we?”
“That’s the spirit! There’s the asshole I know so well,” he tipped his head to the side and held out his hand to me. “Come on.”
“You always did have too much energy for your own good,” I grumbled at him and raised my right hand to slip into his.
“I promise, you won’t be complaining about my energy level later,” he reached behind his back and then quickly slapped a fur lined handcuff on me. He handed me the other side to the cuffs as he slid his left wrist in and waited for me to close it.
I lifted my eyebrows at him as I locked the cuff in place.
“Well,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t have you scampering off anymore. You get into too much trouble.”
Rolling my eyes I said, “I thought I said no weird sex. And where the hell did you get these things?”
He began walking and tugged on the cuffs to get me to follow. “I believe what you said was there could not be any weird sex UNLESS it was just the two of us. I’m not sure this counts as sex…yet, but you have to agree, it’s definitely just the two of us.”
“Huh. And?” I prodded.
“And,” he continued, “Touma gave them to me. Said it might be a good idea to use them until you came down.”
“Touma? Where…” I considered what I was about to ask. “Never mind. Don’t really want to know.”
“Nor do I,” Shuichi chuckled in agreement.
We went back to the club again, nearly running. Even after my intense emotional breakdown, I was soaring again with my giddy first date feeling, and once again, all was right with the world. Stupid drugs.
Shuichi led me through the club again and waved to the DJ before steering me up a completely different set of stairs. This staircase brought us to the mezzanine with the open balcony that I had admired earlier. There were not as many people here, but there were still flashing lights and the thrumming sound.
My date grabbed me and kissed me and before I knew it we were in the middle of the floor dancing. Sort of. It was a difficult maneuver to hold each other with the handcuffs on, but we managed as I held Shuichi’s hand tight against my chest. He lead us out onto the balcony and as cliché as it was, we danced under the stars.
A few songs later, the music changed and I smiled when I recognized “Let’s Dance” by David Bowie.
I whispered into Shuichi’s ear, “Did you do this?”
He grinned at me, “You always did have a thing for David Bowie.”
I rolled my eyes, “I thought that was you.”
Now he was shaking his head, “David Bowie always worked to get you in bed.”
My throat went dry and I let my free hand slide down and cup his ass, pressing him into me. Ah, fuck, he was just as hard as I was. “What are you talking about? I’m always ready. For you, anyway.”
We could hear David Bowie’s clear strong voice singing to us:
“Let’s dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues,
Let’s dance, to the song they’re playing on the radio.”
Let’s sway, while color lights up your face,
Let’s sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space.”
“Oh Eiri,” Shuichi breathed into my ear, as he moved himself against me with exquisite, torturous friction, “you are so fucking hot.”
I could barely speak when I asked, “How much longer will you make me wait?”
He smiled at me and began to sing along with the song,
“If you say run, I’ll run with you
And if you say hide, we’ll hide.
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower”
He was guiding us towards the stairs still singing and smiling,
“Let’s dance, for fear your grace should fall
Let’s dance, for fear tonight is all
Let’s sway; you could look into my eyes
Let’s sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight.”
I was completely mesmerized by him. It was as if he had turned his pheromones on high and he was seducing me with every movement, every sound he produced. We stopped dancing when we reached the top of the stairs and raced down them.
As we burst out of the club, the music still followed us and I could hear Shuichi’s clear satiny voice as he wrapped up the song, still crooning to me,
“Let’s dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues,
Let’s dance, to the song we’re playing.
Let’s sway,
Let’s sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight.
He faced me and walked backwards toward the limo holding our handcuffed hands together. He was enticing me with his sinful movements as he unlaced the remaining leather cording on the front of his barely-there shirt.
“Let’s dance,
Let’s dance”
We were almost to the limo and I saw that Akira had already opened the door for us. Pulling the cord free from his shirt, Shuichi tossed it around my neck and pulled me close. He was still singing, but very quietly and as we tumbled into the limo he embellished the lyrics, just a little;
“Let’s fuck.”
TBC
Let’s Dance – Lyrics by the very hot David Bowie