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In the Closet

One-shot

Written by:
chochowilliams

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

Story summary: In-between
�Parental Revenge� and �Give in To Me�.�
Shuichi very nearly escaped death from the raving lunatic Scott Keene
and the event traumatized Hiro.� Can he
find the comfort he so desperately needs?

Warning: romance,
m/m, Hiro/Suguru

Insert:� �In the Closet� by Michael Jackson

A/N:�� Some of you asked for it and here it
is.� The story of how Suguru and Hiro got
together.� Enjoy!

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Because There's Something

About You Baby

That Makes Me Want

To Give It To You

I Swear There's Something

About You Baby

Just Promise Me

Whatever We Say

Or Whatever We Do

To Each Other

For Now We'll Make A Vow

To Just

Keep It In The Closet

- �In the Closet� by Michael
Jackson, Dangerous

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�In the Closet�

He�d come so close to losing
his best friend tonight.� It was not
something he wanted to experience again.�
Not ever again.� Those feelings of
helplessness at not being to do anything, of anger at that Keene bastard for thinking he could try for
Shuichi and get away with it; those feelings were overwhelming.� He never wanted to feel that way again.� Once was enough to last several lifetimes and
here it had happened twice.� Fate was a
cruel triumvirate of sisters.� Just as
destiny was an equally cruel mistress.�
Why Shuichi seemed to be made to suffer was beyond him.� It did not seem fair.� He would gladly shoulder some or the entire
burden if he could for his friend.�
Despite the time difference, he tried to get in contact with his
wife.� He needed the solace in her
presence, even if it was only through the phone.� He needed to wrap her voice around him.� But the phone in their apartment just
continued to ring.� �She must�ve gone to
her parents,� he decided, snapping his cellphone closed.�

A knock sounded at his hotel
door.

�Fujisaki,� Hiro greeted as
he swung open the door.

�Nakano-san.�

Hiro stepped aside to allow
Suguru inside.� He shut the door behind
him.

�How�s Shindou-san?� Suguru
asked as he settled down on the foot of the bed.� He gripped the bedspread as he studied his
bare feet against the beige carpet.

Hiro shrugged.� He set his cellphone on the nightstand
besides the bed.� �He was fine when I
left him with Yuki-san.�

�Hm.�

��So, did you get in touch
with Seguchi-san?�

�Yes.� My cousin said he would take care of
everything and that we shouldn�t worry.��
Suguru risked a glance over his shoulder and found the guitarist staring
out the window into the midnight view of New York City with his arms crossed
over his chest.�� He appeared to be
troubled.� �He was able to make some
calls and got a hot new band that rage just signed with XMR Records to fill in
for tonight.� Our tour schedule was
shuffled around so that tonight�s concert could be rescheduled.�

�Hm.� That�s good,� Hiro mumbled quietly.

Suguru pushed to his
feet.� �Nakano-san-�

�Shu,� Hiro interrupted as if
he did not hear his young manager, �said he was all for doing the show
tonight.�

Suguru snorted.� That sounded just like him.� No thought for his own well-being or mental
state after being assaulted and coming this close to being killed.

�He was worried about
disappointing the fans.�

�I hope you told him that
he�d be no good to anyone after what happened here tonight until he was
properly healed.�

Hiro nodded once.� His gaze was distant as he lost himself in
the black metal and glass landscape.� �He
tried to argue that he was alright, but then Yuki-san slapped some sense into
him.�� Quite literally.� At least now, Shuichi and Eiri could spend a
little time with their adopted son Riku while they were here in the city.� To say the boy had been beside himself with
worry would be an understatement when he arrived at the hospital and saw his
mama�s arm in a cast.� Not that Hiro
could blame him.

��Nakano-san, Hiro, are you
alright?�

�Hm?�� Hiro forced his gaze from the sight of the
city that was still bustling even at this late hour.� �I�m fine.�

Suguru frowned.� They both knew that was far from the
case.� Hiro had a tendency to ignore his
own care and wellbeing over that of his best friend.� Shuichi came first and always would.� While on one hand it was admirable, on the
other, it was stupid and foolhardy.�
�Have you told Ayaka-san about what happened?�

�No.� She wasn�t home when I called.�� Hiro shifted his gaze to his cellphone.� �She tends to go visit her parents when we�re
out of town.�

�Did you try her there then?� I think she should know what happened.� I know I would.�� A rosy tint colored his cheeks when he heard
what he just said.� �I, uh, I mean you
know how the press can get when something like this happens.� She might think something happened to you.�

Hiro snorted.� �Yeah.�
Her parents would just love
that.� Then they could marry her off to
some lawyer or doctor or something.�

Suguru looked at Hiro
sadly.� �They still don�t approve?�

�Why would they?� I play in a rock band with the guy who broke
up Ayaka�s betrothal to Yuki-san.�
Besides, the entertainment business is an unstable, unreliable
profession.� One minute you�re at the top
of the world and the next you�re penniless and living on the street.�� Hiro shrugged.� �They want their daughter to play the role of
the dutiful housewife, but with us in the road as often as we are�that�s
impossible.�� He barked out a laugh that
did not sound happy.� �Really, I think
the problem is my association with Shu.��
Everything else was just an excuse.

No more need be said.� Even now, Bad Luck was known more for the
backstage antics and love life of one Shindou Shuichi than for their
music.� Suguru couldn�t blame Ayaka�s
family for not wanting their daughter to have anything to do with any of them.� It was only natural for parents to be
critical of their children�s choices.� He
would do the same in their position.� On
the other hand, Hiro was a great guy and if the Usami�s could not see that then
that was their problem.� So he had long
hair and was in a rock band.� So his best
friend was one Shindou Shuichi.� So what?� If Ayaka�s parents could get over themselves
long enough to jump down off their high horses to get to know their son-in-law,
they would be able to see that there was so much more to Hiroshi.� They would be able to see what their daughter
saw�what he saw.

�I asked her to come on
tour.�

Suguru stiffened.� ��What?�

�She said no, of course.�

Suguru breathed a sigh of
relief.� It was nothing against
Ayaka.� She was a smart, pretty and timid
girl, but she has caused nothing but trouble for all of them ever since she
appeared on the scene.� He wished she
would just go away.� Far away.

�We got into it right before
we left.�

That wasn�t anything
new.� Hiro and Ayaka seemed to be
fighting a lot lately.� Suguru wasn�t
sure how to feel about that.� �What about?�
he questioned, trying for nonchalant.� He
didn�t think he pulled it off.� Though,
if Hiro noticed the odd tone to his voice, he said nothing.

Hiro snorted.� �What else?��
With a tired sigh, he collapsed onto the bed and dropped his head into
his hands.

He loved his wife.� He really did.� He has loved her ever since he first laid
eyes on her.� That was never going to
change.� Just like he still loved
Shuichi.� He never had the guts to tell
his best friend about the deviant feelings he has harbored for him ever since
he stumbled across him in the music room in middle school.� Instead, he opted to remain his friend.� The two of them were more close now then they
could ever have been had he confessed to him.�
But those feelings were still there and they always would be.� Just as his love for his wife would be.� Though things lately between him and Ayaka
have been rough.� It all started when their
relationship was leaked to the press.�
She did not care for the limelight.�
She hated it in fact.� For someone
like her who preferred her privacy, all the added stress of being a rock star�s
wife was beginning to become too much.

�They call me �Nakano Hiroshi�s wife� and not �Nakano
Ayaka�!�

Ayaka�s voice screamed
through his head.

�I can�t go outside!�
I can�t go to the corner market or to the florist!� I can�t go clothes shopping or get my hair
done!� I can�t go anywhere or do
anything!�

Hiro felt guilty for doing
that to her, for making her a prisoner in her own home.� He was used to it.� He did not like it and would prefer not to
have his private life on public display, but he had known about all the
sacrifices he would have had to make when he started this band with Shuichi
fifteen years ago.� Unfortunately, Ayaka
hadn�t.� All she did was fall in love
with him.� She hasn�t asked for
this.� But at the same time, from a
certain point of view, it could be said that she knew what she was getting
herself into when she agreed to go out with him.� Just like those married to doctors, lawyers,
police officials or to those in the military.

�I love you, Hiro.�
I do!� I love you so much and I
love that you love what you do and I�m happy that you guys are so successful,
but��

He knew.� His job has brought her nothing but hardship,
trouble and heart ache.� Because he loved
her.� Because she was so dear to him, he
felt bad that he was doing this to her.

�I hate it.� I
hate what my life has become!� I hate
that you�re never home!�

��Ayaka��

�Even when you�re in town, you�re never home!�

��

�You�re a ring on my finger, Hiro!� A picture on the wall!� A dream!�
A memory!� You�re not real
anymore!�

�Then come with us!�

He�d pleaded and begged with
her.� Eiri was always with them if Bad
Luck was scheduled to be out of town for more than a few days.� But then again, Eiri was a possessive,
jealous bastard who couldn�t seem to keep his hands (or anything else in fact)
off Shuichi (or so Shuichi claimed) and he was an established, best-selling
author.� Ayaka did not really have any
side hobbies or interests that would keep her busy while Hiro was off with the
guys.� That was why she declined to
come.� A new city every other day?� Living out of suitcases and hotel rooms for
months at a time?� Besides, what would
the difference be?� Home with no husband
or in a foreign country with no husband?�
It would be pointless.

He felt like such a
failure.� As both a husband and a best
friend.� There was nothing he could have
done to protect Shuichi.� Not from that sourpuss
bastard Aizawa Taki and not from Scott Keene.�
Just as he could do nothing to help ease the resentment that Ayaka felt
about him being in a rock band.� What
good was he if he could not help those dearest to him?

Useless

Helpless.

�That�s not true.�

Hiro lifted his head.� He was startled to discover Suguru kneeling
before him.� He hadn�t even heard him
cross the room.

Suguru lifted a hand and
brushed away the tears that fell from Hiro�s eyes.� With a gentle smile on his face and a
softened expression in his eyes, Suguru lightly grasped Hiro�s arms.� He stared up into those dark eyes gazing down
at him and quickly found himself lost within their intensity.

�Fujisaki?�

�Don�t sell yourself short,
Hiro,� Suguru told the older man.�
�You�re not God.� You can�t do
everything. �You�re only human after
all.� You, like me, like Shindou-san�like
everyone else, can only do what you can.�
And that�s more than enough.�

A stray tear rolled down
Hiro�s cheek.� Suguru rose up and kissed
the salty droplet away.

Wide-eyed, Hiro stuttered in
surprise.

�Shindou-san knows that.� Just having you by his side, lending him an
ear and a shoulder and every now and then the warmth of your arms and your
bed.� That�s all he asks of you.� To be there when you needs you.�

�Fujisaki.�

Suguru framed Hiro�s face
with his hands.� He brought his head
little by little towards Hiro until their lips were but a hairsbreadth
apart.� Their breath mingled in the air
between them.� Suguru�s gaze shifted from
the hypnotic hold the guitarist had on him to the thin lips parted before
him.� He ran his tongue along his
lips.� �Just as I am here for you,�
Suguru whispered.� He pressed his lips
against Hiro�s.

Hiro gasped.

Taking full advantage of the
opportunity, Suguru slipped his tongue inside the moist cavern of Hiro�s
mouth.� He deepened the kiss.� He�d waited so long for this.� So very long.�
It was low of him to take advantage of his friend when he was in such an
unstable set of mind, but he did not care.

Hiro�s tense body started to
relax into the kiss.� His eyes fluttered
closed.� He reached down and pulled
Suguru into his arms.� As they exchanged
a multitude of kisses, deep and passionate, shallow and chaste, they wrapped
their arms around each other and held one another close.� Hiro gently laid Suguru onto the bed and
rained a blazing trail of kisses from his mouth up the line of his jaw to his
ear and then down his throat.� He lightly
touched Suguru�s collarbone where it peeked out from under his shirt.

The gold band on Hiro�s left
ring finger gleamed in the light from the lamp on the bedside table as the room
filled with their mingled cries and wanton moans.

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The Next Afternoon

Their tour bus rattled and
shook as it sped down the interstate to their next destination.

Suguru lifted his gaze from the
itinerary on the table before him and snuck a glance at Hiro who was sitting on
the couch across the aisle from him.� The
guitarist had his ankle resting on his opposite knee as he strummed an
unfamiliar tune on his brand new limited edition Esteban guitar.� His long reddish-brown hair was tied back in
a ponytail.� The jeans he wore were not
too tight, but not too loose either.� A
black short-sleeved t-shirt that read, �Not Mom�s Favorite� in white lettering
across the front stretched across his chest.�
It was a shirt that he picked up in some tourist souvenir shop.

At the same shop, Shuichi
bought the young manager a shirt that said, �I never make mistakes� and
underneath that it said, �I thought I did once, but I was mistaken�.

�It�s perfect for you, Fujisaki,� Shuichi told him when he handed him the shirt.

�What the hell does that mean?!�

Shuichi had just giggled and
skipped off to give Eiri his shirt.�
Suguru wondered what his said.�
Probably something like, �How can I miss you if you won�t go away?�� Suguru chuckled lightly.� Or maybe something like, �Let�s play
carpenter!� First we get hammered, then I
nail you.�� If it had been up to him,
Suguru would have chosen, �You should come with a warning label,� because
Shuichi should come with one.

�What�s so funny, Suguru?�

�Huh?� Oh, uh, nothing,� Suguru said, blushing
deeply.� He dropped his gaze.

Booming laughter exploded
from the back of the tour bus.

�They�re having fun,� Hiro
commented.

Suguru winced as he heard
Shuichi whine.� He must have lost.� Suguru had no idea how Eiri stood it.� He would have gone insane a long time
ago.� In fact, he was sure he had.� �How can he play video games after nearly
getting his arm cut off?�

�He�s Shuichi.�

Enough said.

Silence settled between
them.� Suguru tried to concentrate on the
paperwork before him, but he was acutely aware of the man not more than five
feet from him.� Those same fingers that
fingered the cords on the guitar had played him over and over again just the
night before.� His blush blazed hotly as
he remembered just how well their concierto had gone.� They had both received standing
ovations.� Those lips that moved
wordlessly had tasted every inch of him.�
Just remembering how sweetly they had made love sent his heart
racing.� Not to mention his pants were
beginning to feel a bit on the restricted side.

Then as quickly as his
arousal was brought to life, it died a quicker death as he caught sight of the
wedding band on Hiro�s left ring finger.

Last night, he and Hiro made
loved until the sun rose.� It was
something Suguru had dreamed of for so long now.� He did not know when his feelings for his
friend changed, but when he became aware of them, they snowballed out of
control.� What happened last night could
never happen again.� Hiro was
married.� He had a wife at home.� Hiro and he had to stay friends.� Just friends.�
Last night had to remain nothing more than a memory.

�Sug?��

Suguru�s head snapped
up.� �Huh?�� A wet spot appeared on Bad Luck�s itinerary
sheet.

�Suguru!� What�s wrong?�� Suddenly worried about his friend, Hiro set
his guitar down beside him.

�Nothing,� Suguru sobbed.

Scrambling across the aisle, and
nearly losing his balance in the process, Hiro slid into the booth next to
Suguru and cupped his cheek with his hand.�
His thumb brushed away a tear as it rolled down the younger man�s face.

�

Suguru leaned into the warm
touch of Hiro�s hand against his clammy skin. �He sniffled as his tears continued to
flow.� Sadness welled up within him.� He did not want it to end, but he knew it
had.� For both of their sakes as well as
for the band.

�What�s this for, huh?�

Not trusting his voice,
Suguru shook his head as he cried silently.

Hiro could hear the others in
the back arguing.

Hiro hugged his forbidden lover
tightly.� This time yesterday, he never
would have imagined he and Suguru would take such a drastic and unexpected turn
in their relationship.� He knew it was
wrong.� Last night never should have
happened.� This right now shouldn�t be
happening.� He was married.� He loved his wife.� Ayaka.�
He wanted to make a life with her, but��
This felt so right.� Holding
Suguru in his arms.� Kissing him.� Touching him.�
Making love to him.� Lying next to
him.� Waking up next to him.� Falling asleep with him besides him.� It made no sense.� He shouldn�t feel this pull, this ache, this longing for this man.� What did it mean?�

Suguru buried his damp face
in Hiro�s chest.� Gripping fistfuls of
the black cotton t-shirt, he sobbed silently.�
He hated this.� He really hated
this.� He was in love with Nakano
Hiroshi.� He wanted to feel Hiro�s lips against
his, feel the press of his flesh against his.�
He wanted to lose himself in the hypnotic sensation of being rocked and
held tightly, but oh, so gently in those strong arms.� He wanted Hiro to hold him and never let
go.� He wanted to hear Hiro whisper, �I love
you� in his ear.� He wanted�He wanted
Hiro.� All of him.� Not just his body, but his soul as well as
his heart.� He wanted Hiro to want him.

�I don�t understand this,�
Hiro whispered.

�What?�� Suguru pulled away from Hiro.

A pang jolted through Hiro�s
heart at the dejected expression on Suguru�s face.� �Sug.��
He started to reach out, but a sudden clatter drew their attention.� Coming towards them from the back of the bus
was Michael, Kei and Kai.� �Guys?�

�I�d, uh, turn on the radio if
I were you,� Michael suggested as he flopped down onto the couch Hiro had
vacated.

Kei and Kai chuckled.

�Why?� Hiro asked.

�Real loud,� Kei added.

Suguru narrowed his
eyes.� �What�s going on?� he demanded.

�Uh��

Michael and the Shiro twins
exchanged looks.

�Yuki kicked us out.�

�Why-?�

�Oh!� Ei~ri!�

The five men turned red.

Clearing his throat, Michael
quickly stumbled his way to the radio while Kei and Kai burst out
laughing.� Lady Gaga drowned out the
sounds of Shuichi and Eiri�s love making.

Mortified, Suguru turned his
attention to the paperwork that he should have finished by now.� Part of him was curious how someone whose arm
was in a sling could be so exuberant in bed.�
The other part was horrified at the pictures that question conjured up.

�Maybe Shu should�ve gotten
his own bus,� Kei was saying to his brother.

�Yeah,� Kai laughed.

Nothing ever surprised him
when it came to his best friend.� Once
you have known Shuichi as long as he has, you learn to expected the unexpected.� Movement out of the corner of his eye caught
his attention.� Suguru.� Hiro felt his face fall as he took in the young
manager�s eyes that were red from crying.�
In all the years he has known Suguru, this was a first.� He hadn�t even been aware that Suguru could
cry.� Guess he was human after all.� If he did not feel the crushing weight of
guilt, that fact would have been funny, but just the knowledge that it was he
who had caused Suguru to expose a side of him that he had not shown to any of
them was enough to make him cry right along with him. ��Crossing
his arms over the top of the table, Hiro leaned forward and dipped his head
towards Suguru.� �I don�t know where we
go from here,� he admitted, �but I do know that last night��

Here it comes, Suguru
cringed.

��was not a mistake.�

Suguru froze.� Slowly, he sat up.� ��What?�

Hiro lightly bumped shoulders
with Suguru.

Tears filled Suguru�s already
red eyes.� He ducked his head to hide the
relief that he was sure was written all over his face.

Hiro did not know what would
become of him and Suguru.� What did the
future hold for them?� What about Ayaka?
He wasn�t sure, but he was game to find out.

---OWARI---

A/N:� So, what did you think?� Sorry if they seemed a little ooc, but
writing Eiri and Shuichi are easy, but the others, not so much.
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