Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,325
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drievuldigheid-Drie Samen Ch. 2 Pt. 2
AN:
I need input on something. I want to know whether it's preferable I post the chapters in parts (like with Ch. 1) as I write them, meaning they'll each be fairly short, or I could wait and post the chapters when they're fully written, meaning they'll be as long as Ch.1 was when it was all compiled together. (If you don't understand how long that is, go look at it on AFF.net)
If I post them in parts, you'll get one or even two a day. If I post them by chapters, it'll be every two or even three days. What do you think?
I won't update until I have five opinions on this to decide which way to do it~
Now, the story!
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The sheets were surprisingly cool for how warm he felt, curled up in a cozy, sleepy ball. He sighed softly and moved closer to the source of warmth he was facing, tucking himself into it as he wound himself as close as possible, slipping back to sleep.
He woke up a while later, ready to get out of bed finally, though he knew he'd miss the soft, comfortable bed that made him feel so... lazy. Blinking his eyes open slightly, a headache forming behind his eyes--no doubt from the liquor from the night before--and he wondered when the old lumpy bed in his apartment had morphed into what he was nestled on. And when had the sheets become... silk? Forcing his eyes open, and thankful he was under the covers completely so no sun burned into his eyes, he began to panic when the light blue color met his vision instead of what were supposed to be his standard white bed sheets. He wriggled slightly in the grasp of the person he was clinging to. He couldn't have done what he remembered doing... could he? It had to be another of his fantasies that had been plaguing him recently; it had to be.
He pulled the covers down off over his face, and froze. Laying in front of him, face relaxed and looking truly peaceful in a way that made him seem as young and innocent as Ryuichi acted, Tohma was sleeping softly, chest barely moving with each breath. He was the warmth who was holding Shuichi so securely, and... as much as he cringed from admitting it, the blond was the one Shuichi was wrapped so tightly around.
Shuichi was in deep, thick, murderous, and suicidal trouble.
Deep because Hiro would think he'd need to be checked into a mental hospital; Suguru would never speak to him again, which provided the thick trouble. Murderous and suicidal were K and Sakano, respectively, and either way someone would be dead. Absently, he thought that it would be suicidal in a way no matter what because he could say goodbye to his career. But that didn't make sense, did it? He'd slept with his boss. His boss had wanted to sleep with him. That gave him more pull, not less, right? God, he sounded so evil and... manipulative when he thought of it that way! He could never use sleeping with Tohma to his advantage-- he just wasn't built like that!
Wait.
His boss had wanted to sleep with him? Okay, Tohma had obviously been more drunk than he or Shuichi thought and it had all been a bad idea and Shuichi had to get out of his house. Now.
Trying not to start screaming in panic, he tried to force himself to pull away and get out of the bed. That it was so difficult to accomplish only freaked him out more. He could not be attached to Seguchi Tohma that way. Impossible. Nu-uh. No way. Even if he was one of the most beautiful men alive, and had enough power to control half of Tokyo... and played keyboard in his favorite band of all time... and looked so hot with the singer from said band...
Drool.
Oh yeah. He had to get gone. Now. He was not only contemplating staying and sleeping with Tohma again--which, really, he had no way of knowing would even be possibility, because the blond wouldn't be drunk this morning--, but now he wanted to sleep with Ryuichi too. And both of them...
He nearly screamed at the last thought, and managed finally to disentangle himself from the soft sheets, and the fluffy bed... and the warm body...
He scrambled around for his clothes, and, not being able to find all of them immediately--especially some of the crucial items-- he ran out of the room to find a phone to call for a cab to pick him up, since he had no idea where he was.
Crap. He had no idea where he was. Sure, let's tell the cab company to send the car to Seguchi Tohma's house. They're certain to know where it is, of course. The private, secluded house located who-knows-where, under who-knows-what address. He was stuck. Firmly stuck. Glued with flour-and-water-paste stuck. The only way out was either to walk--which he couldn't do cause he couldn't find his pants...which actually sort of ruled out the original cab option as well, now that he thought about it--or to leave the same way he came: With Tohma.
"Shuichi, what are you doing running around my house, naked, obviously with a hangover, and holding the phone?" As if right on cue, the low, soft voice spoke up from behind him with no footsteps or other sounds, no warning at all really, and he jumped about a foot in the air. As if that wasn't bad enough, he tripped coming down--tripped on air? Why was he the only one who did that?-- and landed flat on his butt. In the middle of Tohma's--who he'd just slept with-- living room, naked, and still holding the phone. As if these indignities weren't enough, the blond who frightened him into this situation had to start laughing. At him. Oh, and that wasn't all. He had to like it. Memories of last night flooded back, and he found himself staring at the man who he quite vividly remember fucking him. Tohma quieted, meeting his eyes with the his enviable air of calm, though he appeared to be looking for something. When Shuichi slowly turn scarlet and curled up into a ball, a flash of disappointment showed on his face before the smiling mask--now so obviously fake to the singer that it hurt to see it-- covered any real emotions and he held out a hand to help the embarrassed singer to his feet.
He didn't know what he'd been expecting. He'd known that this morning would not dawn with the younger man being as comfortable with him as he was last night; but he'd hoped that the embarrassment would be mild enough for Shuichi to avoid withdrawing into the same shy, frightened 19-year-old the president saw nearly every day in his building. His hopes were dashed when he saw the brilliant flush on the singer's face when he met his eyes, and he curled to hide himself from Tohma's view. Shuichi was not, and wouldn't be, at least not anytime soon, comfortable with him. When the younger man finally took his hand, apparently embarrassed by Tohma's nudity as well as his own, he let go as soon as he was on his feet. Trying hard to keep himself from lashing out and demanding to know why the young man was so different last night from this morning--why he'd changed so much and which was the real expression of what he felt and wanted-- Tohma led him into the bedroom where he handed him his clothes.
"Get dressed, Shindou-san, and I'll drive you to your home. I assume you remember where it is now?" With those sentences, the last bit said in a slightly mocking tone of voice that cut worse than it should have, and Tohma once again talking to him as if he was his subordinate, Shuichi knew he didn't have--and probably had never had-- any chance at a real relationship with him. He hadn't even realized he'd wanted one, until the pain of denial smarted somewhere inside him, and he turned to get dressed as he hid his face. Tohma may have known everything else, but he didn't deserve to know this.
But maybe, something whispered inside Shuichi, he had. Maybe that explained why he was so cold to him this morning? Had he realized what Shuichi hadn't--that he wanted a relationship, something lasting-- and had no interest in it? It would certainly explain things. Last night had been a fling for him, and Shuichi, too drunk to want to stop himself, and willingly fallen into bed with him. Once he'd slept with him, Tohma'd had no wish to be involved with him further. Why should he? Shuichi was nothing compared to him.
As he waited for Shuichi to finish clothing himself--he had managed to dress much quicker-- he realized that the younger man would probably never let himself be left in the same room with Tohma ever again. He was embarrassed, yes, but now he looked ashamed and even hurt; Tohma knew he'd caused this, but it was the only way he knew to protect himself-- by lashing out. Ryuichi had always yelled at him for it, and it appeared that his longtime friend and lover had been right yet again. Distanced further from anyone than he thought he'd ever been in his life, he met Shuichi's eyes—shuttered, when had he learned to do that? – and waited for him to speak.
"I'm ready to go now, Seguchi-san."
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AN:
Well, here's Chapter 2.5! I'm a little worried about characterization in it, so any input would be very much appreciated. No sex in the next couple of chapters of this story, probably, because it will bring in Hiro and Suguru (when Shuichi tells Hiro and Suguru overhears), maybe a relationship between the two off to the side, and Hiro's protective instincts kicking in for Shuichi as Ryuichi deals with Tohma and his emotions, and helps him sort through some things.
Also, I think I might write a small oneshot, cause an idea's been bugging me-- I was analyzing the various costumes some characters wear, and it led to some... interesting revelations. I think I might write a story involving them. Also, I've upped Punch Drunk since I wrote this chapter, and my second oneshot (?) Ontwikkeling will be up soon, as well as the "sequel" to Punch Drunk.
But, I hope you liked it, and as always feel free to email me at: idwyt_nome(at)yahoo(dot)com.
I need input on something. I want to know whether it's preferable I post the chapters in parts (like with Ch. 1) as I write them, meaning they'll each be fairly short, or I could wait and post the chapters when they're fully written, meaning they'll be as long as Ch.1 was when it was all compiled together. (If you don't understand how long that is, go look at it on AFF.net)
If I post them in parts, you'll get one or even two a day. If I post them by chapters, it'll be every two or even three days. What do you think?
I won't update until I have five opinions on this to decide which way to do it~
Now, the story!
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The sheets were surprisingly cool for how warm he felt, curled up in a cozy, sleepy ball. He sighed softly and moved closer to the source of warmth he was facing, tucking himself into it as he wound himself as close as possible, slipping back to sleep.
He woke up a while later, ready to get out of bed finally, though he knew he'd miss the soft, comfortable bed that made him feel so... lazy. Blinking his eyes open slightly, a headache forming behind his eyes--no doubt from the liquor from the night before--and he wondered when the old lumpy bed in his apartment had morphed into what he was nestled on. And when had the sheets become... silk? Forcing his eyes open, and thankful he was under the covers completely so no sun burned into his eyes, he began to panic when the light blue color met his vision instead of what were supposed to be his standard white bed sheets. He wriggled slightly in the grasp of the person he was clinging to. He couldn't have done what he remembered doing... could he? It had to be another of his fantasies that had been plaguing him recently; it had to be.
He pulled the covers down off over his face, and froze. Laying in front of him, face relaxed and looking truly peaceful in a way that made him seem as young and innocent as Ryuichi acted, Tohma was sleeping softly, chest barely moving with each breath. He was the warmth who was holding Shuichi so securely, and... as much as he cringed from admitting it, the blond was the one Shuichi was wrapped so tightly around.
Shuichi was in deep, thick, murderous, and suicidal trouble.
Deep because Hiro would think he'd need to be checked into a mental hospital; Suguru would never speak to him again, which provided the thick trouble. Murderous and suicidal were K and Sakano, respectively, and either way someone would be dead. Absently, he thought that it would be suicidal in a way no matter what because he could say goodbye to his career. But that didn't make sense, did it? He'd slept with his boss. His boss had wanted to sleep with him. That gave him more pull, not less, right? God, he sounded so evil and... manipulative when he thought of it that way! He could never use sleeping with Tohma to his advantage-- he just wasn't built like that!
Wait.
His boss had wanted to sleep with him? Okay, Tohma had obviously been more drunk than he or Shuichi thought and it had all been a bad idea and Shuichi had to get out of his house. Now.
Trying not to start screaming in panic, he tried to force himself to pull away and get out of the bed. That it was so difficult to accomplish only freaked him out more. He could not be attached to Seguchi Tohma that way. Impossible. Nu-uh. No way. Even if he was one of the most beautiful men alive, and had enough power to control half of Tokyo... and played keyboard in his favorite band of all time... and looked so hot with the singer from said band...
Drool.
Oh yeah. He had to get gone. Now. He was not only contemplating staying and sleeping with Tohma again--which, really, he had no way of knowing would even be possibility, because the blond wouldn't be drunk this morning--, but now he wanted to sleep with Ryuichi too. And both of them...
He nearly screamed at the last thought, and managed finally to disentangle himself from the soft sheets, and the fluffy bed... and the warm body...
He scrambled around for his clothes, and, not being able to find all of them immediately--especially some of the crucial items-- he ran out of the room to find a phone to call for a cab to pick him up, since he had no idea where he was.
Crap. He had no idea where he was. Sure, let's tell the cab company to send the car to Seguchi Tohma's house. They're certain to know where it is, of course. The private, secluded house located who-knows-where, under who-knows-what address. He was stuck. Firmly stuck. Glued with flour-and-water-paste stuck. The only way out was either to walk--which he couldn't do cause he couldn't find his pants...which actually sort of ruled out the original cab option as well, now that he thought about it--or to leave the same way he came: With Tohma.
"Shuichi, what are you doing running around my house, naked, obviously with a hangover, and holding the phone?" As if right on cue, the low, soft voice spoke up from behind him with no footsteps or other sounds, no warning at all really, and he jumped about a foot in the air. As if that wasn't bad enough, he tripped coming down--tripped on air? Why was he the only one who did that?-- and landed flat on his butt. In the middle of Tohma's--who he'd just slept with-- living room, naked, and still holding the phone. As if these indignities weren't enough, the blond who frightened him into this situation had to start laughing. At him. Oh, and that wasn't all. He had to like it. Memories of last night flooded back, and he found himself staring at the man who he quite vividly remember fucking him. Tohma quieted, meeting his eyes with the his enviable air of calm, though he appeared to be looking for something. When Shuichi slowly turn scarlet and curled up into a ball, a flash of disappointment showed on his face before the smiling mask--now so obviously fake to the singer that it hurt to see it-- covered any real emotions and he held out a hand to help the embarrassed singer to his feet.
He didn't know what he'd been expecting. He'd known that this morning would not dawn with the younger man being as comfortable with him as he was last night; but he'd hoped that the embarrassment would be mild enough for Shuichi to avoid withdrawing into the same shy, frightened 19-year-old the president saw nearly every day in his building. His hopes were dashed when he saw the brilliant flush on the singer's face when he met his eyes, and he curled to hide himself from Tohma's view. Shuichi was not, and wouldn't be, at least not anytime soon, comfortable with him. When the younger man finally took his hand, apparently embarrassed by Tohma's nudity as well as his own, he let go as soon as he was on his feet. Trying hard to keep himself from lashing out and demanding to know why the young man was so different last night from this morning--why he'd changed so much and which was the real expression of what he felt and wanted-- Tohma led him into the bedroom where he handed him his clothes.
"Get dressed, Shindou-san, and I'll drive you to your home. I assume you remember where it is now?" With those sentences, the last bit said in a slightly mocking tone of voice that cut worse than it should have, and Tohma once again talking to him as if he was his subordinate, Shuichi knew he didn't have--and probably had never had-- any chance at a real relationship with him. He hadn't even realized he'd wanted one, until the pain of denial smarted somewhere inside him, and he turned to get dressed as he hid his face. Tohma may have known everything else, but he didn't deserve to know this.
But maybe, something whispered inside Shuichi, he had. Maybe that explained why he was so cold to him this morning? Had he realized what Shuichi hadn't--that he wanted a relationship, something lasting-- and had no interest in it? It would certainly explain things. Last night had been a fling for him, and Shuichi, too drunk to want to stop himself, and willingly fallen into bed with him. Once he'd slept with him, Tohma'd had no wish to be involved with him further. Why should he? Shuichi was nothing compared to him.
As he waited for Shuichi to finish clothing himself--he had managed to dress much quicker-- he realized that the younger man would probably never let himself be left in the same room with Tohma ever again. He was embarrassed, yes, but now he looked ashamed and even hurt; Tohma knew he'd caused this, but it was the only way he knew to protect himself-- by lashing out. Ryuichi had always yelled at him for it, and it appeared that his longtime friend and lover had been right yet again. Distanced further from anyone than he thought he'd ever been in his life, he met Shuichi's eyes—shuttered, when had he learned to do that? – and waited for him to speak.
"I'm ready to go now, Seguchi-san."
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AN:
Well, here's Chapter 2.5! I'm a little worried about characterization in it, so any input would be very much appreciated. No sex in the next couple of chapters of this story, probably, because it will bring in Hiro and Suguru (when Shuichi tells Hiro and Suguru overhears), maybe a relationship between the two off to the side, and Hiro's protective instincts kicking in for Shuichi as Ryuichi deals with Tohma and his emotions, and helps him sort through some things.
Also, I think I might write a small oneshot, cause an idea's been bugging me-- I was analyzing the various costumes some characters wear, and it led to some... interesting revelations. I think I might write a story involving them. Also, I've upped Punch Drunk since I wrote this chapter, and my second oneshot (?) Ontwikkeling will be up soon, as well as the "sequel" to Punch Drunk.
But, I hope you liked it, and as always feel free to email me at: idwyt_nome(at)yahoo(dot)com.