Sorry (Revised&Edited)
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this story.
He ran from Shuichi once. Will he
take this second chance or let his past keep him from true happiness?
Eiri? Or does he have a sinister plan?
m/m sexual content, Ryuichi/Shuichi, Shuichi/Eiri
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“But
I can’t.”
…and
shattered.
“Not
yet at least.”
Eiri’s
ears perked up. The tiniest flicker of
hope fluttered to life.
“I
hate you for what you said,” Shuichi told him.
His tone was neither accusatory nor hateful.
matter-of-fact. The hurt he felt at the
abuse he had suffered at the hand off the man who claimed to love him was
clearly conveyed though.
Guilt
ate away at Eiri.
Shuichi
focused his gaze on Eiri. “You made me feel
like an idiot for wanting to believe in my husband,” he accused.
“That
wasn’t my intention,” Eiri admitted in an apologetic tone.
Shuichi
gave Eiri a small smile. “I know.”
Maybe
not all was lost after all. That tiny
flame started to grow. Eiri found
himself returning the smile almost unconsciously.
He
regretted the hard words he spit at Shuichi earlier only in so much as they
caused him so much pain. Eiri wanted
Shuichi to always be smiling, to always be happy and remain the carefree,
innocent guy he met the previous year.
But as guilty as Eiri felt for being the one responsible for wiping that
sensuous smile from Shuichi’s face, his long angry speech had been a necessary
evil. Though in hindsight he could have
gone a little easier on the vocalist.
But on the other hand, if he had not been so “forward” and “open” there
was no telling where they would be right now.
The
falling smile on Shuichi’s face caught Eiri’s eye.
Shuichi
dropped his gaze, his brow furrowed in thought.
Worry
gnawed at Eiri’s heels. Doubt flowed
through his veins. He suddenly worried
that he had misunderstood Shuichi and their chances.
it. It was on the verge of being put out
forever.
It
was now or never, Shuichi thought, trying to psych himself up.
slow. Lifting his gaze, he stared at the
man watching him with guarded expectation.
“Eiri.”
That
determined glint was there once again, though this time it was somewhat
subdued, Eiri noticed. His heart beating
erratically, Eiri’s nervousness grew and his fear rose.
swirled through him.
“Before,
you asked me to give ‘us’ another chance.
You asked me to return to
Eiri
did not like where this was going.
Shuichi
dropped his head, momentarily lost in thought.
“But before I can do that, there’s something that I must do,” Shuichi
confessed.
Eiri’s
heart thumped heavily in his chest.
“I…I
must…I have to ask him…that is…”
Even
through Shuichi’s sputterings, Eiri knew what the boy was trying to say.
was inevitable.
Shuichi
paused to gather his thoughts. He was
afraid of what Eiri’s reaction to his decision was going to be.
anything, I need to talk to Ryu.” He
searched Eiri’s face closely.
Eiri
sighed. He took comfort in the fact that
Shuichi had not rejected his affections.
Yet, he added. “I never liked
that guy,” Eiri muttered.
Shuichi
blinked. “Yuki?”
“Do
what you must,” he said reluctantly.
A
grin split Shuichi’s face. “Thank you
Eiri.”
Eiri
smirked. He tugged the hand still
clasped lightly within his, pulling Shuichi towards him.
waist, Eiri held him firmly against him.
Letting go of Shuichi’s hand, he cupped the hot, red cheek.
told Shuichi suggestively.
Shuichi
blushed fiercely. He dropped his gaze in
embarrassment. “Then…”
“Hm?”
Eiri cocked an eyebrow.
If
possible, Shuichi’s face grew even redder.
He bit his lip. Did he have the
right to ask this of him? “Then that’s
two I owe you.”
“Two,
huh?”
“…Yuki?”
“Hm?”
Shuichi
lifted his head and gazed deeply into the golden eyes watching him.
Eiri
dropped his brows. A favor?
It was
nearing midnight when a cab pulled up in front of the Crowne Plaza Hotel.
cash. Gathering his bag, he opened the
cab door and stepping out onto the sidewalk, shut the door behind him.
man tipped his head back and glanced up at the hotel.