SHURYU 07 (M-rated)
SHURYU: More than Rivals?
Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including questionable conduct between two characters, which can be construed as non-consensual. I will attempt to approach these topics tastefully, but if any of these things (see full warning in first chapter) are triggers for you, I suggest not reading this chapter.
Also, this chapter is one of the longest I have ever written.
Note: As like the previous chapter, plain italics represent a flashback.
Looking around, Shuichi took note of the large square cement columns- each of which was at least twice as wide as he was- the white arrows and lines painted onto the cement floor, and the lack of natural lighting. Above him, there shone row after row of naked light bulbs, which somehow managed to dispel the surrounding gloom and dye things in a soft gold-yellow.
Why they were standing in the NG parking lot Shuichi had no idea.
Odder still, there were no cars parked on this level, so the asphalt seemed to stretch indefinitely into patches of darkness where bulbs had either blown out or into what Shuichi could only assume were the corners of the wide underground room. This was hardly what Shuichi expected when Ryuichi had mentioned his 'special place.'
A knot of nervousness began to grow in the younger vocalist's stomach.
For a good portion of their walk, Ryuichi was unusually silent. It was odd. After the whole incident in the storage closet, Ryuichi had practically dragged Shuichi through the building, talking the entire time, but became unusually quite once they had entered an elevator that President Seguchi had exited a few moments earlier. It was like the president had flipped a switch in the brunette and Shuichi was wondering what it would take to return the singer into his normally cheery self.
Thinking about it, it had been a close call when the two singers nearly bumped smack into Tohma Seguchi while on their way towards the NG parking lot. It had been while patiently waiting- or at least as patiently as Ryuichi could manage- for the elevator that the president came strolling out.
Ryuichi barely had time to hide himself behind a potted plant as the president exited, but as soon as Seguchi's back was turned, he pushed Shuichi and himself into the elevator and pressed the down button. Although, at the time, Seguchi made no moves to acknowledge if he noticed Ryuichi or not, Ryuichi didn't doubt that his attendance had been noticed by the blonde.
"Say, Sa-Ryuichi, where are we going, anyway?" Shuichi finally asked. Sure, it was fun traveling to the ends of the NG building with his idol, but he though really should to get back to the recording studio soon. And besides, the knot in his stomach wasn't dissolving like he had hoped it might.
"I already told you, Shuichi." Ryuichi said with a smile over his shoulder. "Somewhere special." He added as he continued to walk. Shuichi sighed as quietly as he could and smiled at the back of his idol and continued following. Fingering the cassette in his pocket, he idly wondered if Hiro would forgive him for wandering off.
Finally, after five more minuets of walking, Ryuichi stopped and turned around to face Shuichi, who nearly hadn't stopped himself in time. Ryuichi and Shuichi stared at each other for a moment, Ryuichi with a small smile on his face and his arms held wide and Shuichi simply looking confused.
"We're here."
Looking around, young searched for some sign to tell him where exactly 'here' was. It looked like the rest of the parking lot they had traversed. Pasting an unsure smile on his face, as not to insult his idol, he looked he looked at Ryuichi and asked "Where are we?"
"This…" Ryuichi began, as he too looked around merrily, spinning in place with his arms still held wide. Watching him, Shuichi had the distinct feeling the older vocalist was seeing something rooted firmer in memory than in reality.
"This used to be Nittle Grasper's old stomping grounds, before Tohma had it covered up," he stated simply as he took a few steps away from Shindo and sat down on the cold hard cement floor. "This is also the place I come to think."
"Wha?! Really?! This is where you…wow! I mean…" Shuichi tried his best to form a complete sentence. "You know… this is just…so…I dunno… wow, Sakuma-san!"
It was just too amazing! According to Ryuichi, this was where history took place. Spinning in place, much like Ryuichi had done not moments before, Shuichi tried to envision what the now deserted parking lot must have one time looked like long ago. He tried to form a mental picture from his memories of pictures he had seen in magazines from around that time combined with what his recording studio looked like, but the more he thought about it the harder it was to imagine.
He stopped abruptly and frowned.
And President Seguchi just covered it all up? To make a parking lot?
That was depressing...
Shuichi turned to look at his idol and Ryuichi gave him a sad sort of smile, as if to say, 'I know, right?'
"Yep, this is the place where I write my lyrics, think about just about anything, and almost anything else. If you ever need to find me, I'll most likely be here," he elaborated, his voice serious but not unkind. It was sobering, that Ryuichi was sharing this part of himself.
Determined not to ruin the moment, Shuichi racked his mind for something half-way decent to say. Coming up with nothing, Shuichi just decided to look around a little bit more. Since Ryuichi's revelation, the cold barren seldom used patch of parking lot morphed into a pseudo-hallow ground.
"Sit with me, Shuichi!" The child like tone returned to Ryuichi's voice. Shuichi looked at his idol, who had been patting the empty cement next to him, and nodded before slowly settling into a sitting position next to Ryuichi. The ground was cold and hard but it didn't matter to Shuichi. He turned his head slightly to face his idol and smiled.
"Thank you, Ryuichi."
His smile was like magic and the words reached something in Ryuichi which hadn't been touched in a long time. There it was- that something- which drew people automatically to Shuichi. Having no other name for it, Ryuichi called it the only thing he could, 'Shuichi's sparkle.'
It was absolutely dazzling.
And Ryuichi wanted to keep it all to himself.
There within lay the problem.
Maybe that was part of the reason why he disliked Shuichi's lover so much. Eiri Yuki; Ryuichi hated the man. He hated him in a way he had never hated anyone before and to be honest, it frightened him a little. Deep down, Ryuichi wanted the younger man all to himself. He wanted him badly.
"Sakuma-san…" Shuichi waved a hand in front of the older man's face.
"What?" Ryuichi turned towards Shuichi with a blank look.
"You weren't kidding when you said this was the place you come to think," Ryuichi finally noticed the hand on his shoulder. "It must have been some heavy stuff, going by the faces you were making."
"Uh, sorry 'bout that!" he laughed, trying to lighten the mood. He went back into his usual energetic mode. "Sorry. I kinda zoned out there for a moment."
"That's ok."
Stretching his arms behind his head, Ryuichi sank backwards as his back, followed by the rest of the singer, hit the floor. He looked up at Shuichi with a false smile, all the while lamenting, 'As long as he belongs to that bastard, Yuki, that sparkle isn't going to be for me.'
He was surprised to see Shuichi follow suit and lay on the concrete floor with his eyes cast upwards towards the cracked cement ceiling. For a long while the two of them lay side by side, staring at the circles of light cast by the handing bulbs above them. Each of them were lost in their own thoughts.
"Shuichi…" Ryuichi quietly said, in a voice no more than a whisper. He continued to look at the young man next to him, thinking about that alluring sparkle and nice it would be if it could only be his. He thought about how well he would treat the other vocalist and about how well they complimented each other, both in personality and physically. Ryuichi couldn't help but think about how nicely his and Shuichi's bodies fit together. He could only imagine how it would feel without all the clutter between them.
The more he thought about it, the more his body remembered exactly Shuichi's legs felt between his, how he good smelt. The liquid heat started in his abs and drained south little by little. The longer he allowed his body to entertain hope of such desires being achieved, the tighter his boxers felt.
'No, Tohma's right for once, this can't be allowed to continue. I'm just torturing myself,' he thought, shutting his eyes tightly. 'Why did I think it was a good idea to bring him here?'
When Shuichi let out a sigh of contentment, Ryuichi couldn't help but groan. He threw an arm over his face in embarrassment.
'I can't have him so close to me like this. I was being stupid. This was a terrible idea...' he trailed off.
'But I want him so bad...'
From the crook of his elbow he risked a peak at Shuichi. As soon as their eyes made contact, hot, burning lust swept through him like a tidal wave.
Shuichi turned his head when he heard what that sounded a moan slip from his idol's mouth. The older man had an arm draped over the upper half of his face. Ryuichi's mouth was slightly pulled down slightly in the corners in a frown. Shuichi wondered what could cause such a reaction in the usually cheery man.
Leaning over slightly, Shuichi studied what he could of the brunette's face. Not seeing much, he swept his eyes over the rest of his idol and was taken aback slightly when he noticed the slight straining of material at the man's fly. He looked away, blushing.
'Hey, wait a minute here. Why am I so embarrassed? He's a guy, so it's only natural, I guess. I get hard-ons all the time! In the damnedest of places too!' he rationalized.
Deciding to return to studying the older vocalist's face- it wasn't this often he got to get so up close and personal with his idol, and not have it be considered rude- he noticed a bright blue eye staring back at him. Shuichi blushed the color of his hair.
"Shuichi?" Ryuichi asked, his voice light but missing much of the childish quality it usually held. It was both physical and atmospheric as Shuichi the other adopt his stage persona.
"Yeah?" Shuichi replied, swallowing thickly. The arm came down and Ryuichi fixed him with his full attention. The predatory smirk that stole across the brunette's face was the same one he had seen thousands of times before on posters and videos, but never before had it the effect it held in that moment.Shuichi couldn't have moved if he tried.
The look of Shuichi's face was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. A cross between awe and lust, the look helped to fuel the tongues of red hot desire that boiled Ryuichi's blood as it pumped strongly from his heart and almost painfully between his legs.
He didn't give Shuichi time to disagree before he pulled the younger vocalist into a hot and demanding kiss with an arm around his neck that pulled him downwards into Ryuichi's gasp.
A wave of hot pleasure swept through Ryuichi and he had to fight the urge to shutter with all he had. Instead, he arched up, trying to gain more contact with the youth that had come to straddle him. He knew that with this, he had officially chose his fate. Rational thought left him. All he wanted was Shuichi.
Truth be told, he couldn't stop if his life depended on it.
Within seconds, Shuichi's body automatically returned the kiss with equal ferocity. Ryuichi ran his tongue skillfully along the other's lower lip before nipping lightly. When the mouth against his opened to complain, he slipped his tongue inside. Around Shuichi's shoulder, his hand gripped hard, turning his knuckles white.
It was a good while before Ryuichi pulled away and took a breath. He knew that they could have kept going, seeing as they both could control their breathing, but Ryuichi found himself wanting to taste other parts of the singer. So, after a beat, he focused his attentions of the younger man's neck, going for the spot his lips had been before. This time he greeted it with open mouthed kisses, nips, and licks. The sounds Shuichi made was the best music Ryuichi had ever heard and they helped steady his focus.
His other hand trailed down the other vocalist's body to the front of his pants and nimble fingers slid into the closest belt loop. He tugged upwards, hard. The friction was mind-blowing. For a second Ryuichi feared he might blackout, though his eyes did roll back for a second. The jolt was staggering.
"I can do this. I shouldn't do this. I'm sorry!" Pushing away, Shuichi was pushing away, Ryuichi's mind sluggishly supplied. Fingers slid away from belt loops and the younger man attempted to scramble to his feet. For the life of him Ryuichi didn't understand. Grabbing the other's thighs, Ryuichi pulled him back down onto his lap. Hard.
Shuichi jerked as he made contact with Ryuichi's body. The groan the sprang from Ryuichi's lips was obscene and they both knew it. Sitting ramrod straight, Shuichi tried to ignore his obvious arousal, but his idol knew it wasn't easy. He could feel the evidence in the pulse and tension under his hands.
He wasn't going to let Shuichi go so easily.
"This isn't fair to Yuki," the younger man grasped out. The hands on his thighs rubbed up and down in a way that made it hard to think. Chills ran up and down the length of his spine as talented finders worked his body in ways he didn't think possible. The hands worshiped him in ways Yuki's never did. Being with Ryuichi, it almost felt that they were equals, in the field of artists and lovers. With Yuki, there would always been submission and dominance.
Thinking of the blonde, he felt ashamed and guilty, but for the life of him, he couldn't pull away. When the hands massaging his thighs slid to his backside and squeeze, he shuttered violently.
"But what about me?" Shuichi didn't know what to say to that so Shuichi did his best to hold in his groans. He became even more speechless as Ryuichi rubbed his need against Shuichi's backside as to prove his point.
"What about being fair to me? You give me a taste of something I've wanted for a long time, and then, just like that pull it away. That isn't fair at all, is it?"
"So, you're saying I should cheat on Yuki, just so you could get off? Is that all I'm ever good for?" The burn of indignant anger replaced that of desire. He leaned over the form of Ryuichi Sakuma and gave him his best glare.
"You're wrong. I do care about you. Please, Shuichi, just let me show you how much."
"Ryui-" his voice died in his throat when swift fingers found themselves caressing the warm budge encased in denim before letting palms give a very sensual message until the flesh burned. Eventually, slim fingers daftly unhooked the button and slid down the zipper. The sound made his mouth go dry.
After being released from the confines of his denims, Shuichi barely registered it when Ryuichi shifted his position so that he could sit up and re-positionedShuichi so he was sitting on the brunet's raised knees. When the wet warmth engulfed him, Shuichi almost lost his mind.
By this time, Shuichi found it almost impossible to restrain the sounds spilling out of his mouth, so he didn't even try. His body craved this terribly. Looking down, seeing Ryuichi Sakuma of all people in front of him, so intent and focused in is attentions, Shuichi was hard pressed not to loose it then and there. Instead he continued it litany of obscene vocalizations, which seemed only to spur the brunette on and caused the older man to express his own pleasure in a way that traveled up their connection. Panting hard, Shuichi want nothing more in that moment than to be stated in a way that Eiri Yuki had not be able to in a very long time.
Yuki…
Realization hit him like a ton of bricks as he came closer and closer to his peak as soft lips worked around him. Grabbing at the brown hair, he tried to stop Ryuichi's ministrations. He was so close but this had to stop, his panicked mind supplied. This was wrong, majorly wrong. Not only was it unfair to Yuki, but it was unfair to everyone else involved as well. He had to stop it, now! Using all of his strength, he yelled, "Sakuma-san!"
Pulling away, Ryuichi locked eyes with Shuichi, craning his neck so he could from his angle.
"That's right, Shuichi, sparkle for me. Sparkle like you never have before."
Never had words alone brought Shuichi over the edge before, but when coupled with the look in Ryuichi's eye- the same one that had brought him to his knees before- it was too much for the young singer. His world banked out, over come with white and he though he was going to die. No, he was sure he was already dead.
After what seemed an eternity where his body refused to stop shaking, Shuichi looked down at his idol, unsure of what to do or say. He knew somewhere deep down that if he didn't leave then, although he would never admit it, he would not want to and the next bit of interaction between the two would much more intimate.
He already had enough to be guilty about.
Ryuichi placed a hand on Shuichi's knee, but Shuichi pushed him away, jumping to his feet. Startled by Shuichi's sudden movements, Ryuichi pulled his hand back and continued to stare up at the now standing Shuichi.
"I'm going, Sakuma-san." And with that, Shuichi turned around and ran away from the leader of Nittle Grasper. Letting his feet run on auto pilot, he pushed his exhausted body, trying puzzle out what he had just done. He had cheated on Yuki. With Ryuichi Sakuma. In the NG parking lot of all places!
Disgusted with himself, Shuichi didn't care where he ended up, so long as it was far way from Ryuichi Sakuma.
Meanwhile, Ryuichi just continued to sit where Shuichi had left him, his desire long forgotten. He didn't feel like walking around the NG building anymore and he defiantly didn't want to have any run-ins with Tohma Seguchi for a good long while. What had he done?
He just continued to sit and stare blankly in the direction that Shuichi had run off in until there came a ring on his cell phone. He decided to let it ring.
TO BE CONTINUED…