This I Promise You (edited & revised)
3: Evil Inhibitions
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Promise You
to:
Beats Like A Drum”
by:
own Gravitation
this story.
that Shuichi really is just paranoid or is there something about the new
neighbor?
Summary:
fantasizes about his “Shu-han”.
hentai, romance, drama, angst, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, masturbation, anal,
oral, death, Shuichi/Eiri
Love” by Scorpions
to lovergirl14baby
of Sirius, Ice-Midnight, Acherona,
reviews! Her it is.
Enjoy!
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picture all too clearly his young koi
being mauled by that pervert writer's rough hands, groped by a filthy mouth and
raped by a cock way too large for his Shu-han to enjoy.
images of that beast pounding his sweet Shuichi into the mattress angered him,
blinding him with a fury so strong it was nothing he had ever felt before.
tighter, burying himself deeply within the covers and ground his teeth as the
insistent creaking and hammering grew in intensity.
bastard making love to his Shu-han, their voices crying out in disgusting
harmony before blissful silence fell over the building.
himself, he glared out into the night, his face twisted in anger.
my sweet Shu-han. He will be mine!
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3: Evil Inhibitions
at dawn; that and the fact that his internal clock was buzzing annoyingly.
longer. Sometimes he wished he could hit
the snooze button like he used to, but over a decade of waking up with the
birds had ingrained and trained him to be up at the same damn time each and
every damned day.
of kicking him out of bed. Two, he could
actually get to the studio on time, which meant he did not have to hear Suguru
bitch and complain. Although, he had to
admit, it was funny as all hell to rile the young manager and music
arranger. Shuichi chuckled.
Shuichi shook of his head as he padded as naked as a jaybird into the
bathroom. It was still a little weird to
think of the younger man like that. It
had been…Shuichi paused by the shower, deep in though…seven years now, or was
it eight, since K-san left?
water. Once it was hot enough to turn
the bathroom into a sauna, Shuichi stepped under the needle-like spray.
the water hit his face. Dropping his
head forward, he suppressed a moan as the spray massaged his aching
muscles. He had not felt this tense
after a night of sex in a very long time.
A hot blush spread across his face as he recalled in vivid detail the
events of the night before. There had
been no gentleness, no sweetness, no desire for innocent love making in either
of their systems last night. It had been
an animalistic urge. That was the only
way to describe how he felt.
Unfortunately, one memory led to another and before he knew it, Shuichi
remembered what led to the urge for the writer to claim him like it was mating
season.
against the wall, shivering. The steamy
bathroom had suddenly turned chilly.
now. He could not recall clearly the
intense fright that had consumed him. He
could not remember what had been so frightening.
his dreams, but this time there was something he could remember.
ghostly white. His nose was pinched at
the bridge and flared widely at the nostrils to make a large triangle in the
center of his face. Those narrow, dark
chocolate brown eyes staring at him with an all too familiar hunger that made
the singer squirm uncomfortably even now.
The wide lips were tilted at the corners, imitating the gleam in those
devious eyes.
morning, when he returned home at night and sometimes it followed him
throughout the city. That face caused
Shuichi to break out in a cold sweat and cringe in fright.
Shuichi caught even the smallest glimpse of him and not in the good way.
of the man would cause Shuichi's stomach to heave in protest as it was doing
right now.
roasting. Bile filled his mouth like a
leaky faucet. Feeling suddenly
lightheaded and dizzy, Shuichi tumbled onto the stool with his eyes squeezed
tightly and hung his head between his knees.
Rinjin-san and about how the man made Shuichi feel.
was unfounded. Because of the singer's
history with overzealous fans, the two believed he had become used to jumping
at shadows and had turned into someone that only saw the bad things in a
person. Shuichi had been stalked,
hunted, haunted, watched and chased. He
had fans that loved him a little too much and others who just plain disliked
him for one reason or another. So yes,
Shuichi had become a little weary of people over the years.
most was the mad, psychotic fiend who appeared as normal, sane and in control
as the next guy. Whether Eiri and Hiro
wanted to believe it or not, Shuichi knew his new neighbor was not some
gentle, kind man that should be invited over for afternoon tea.
satisfaction of his lover and best friend anyway.
had had to make in his entire life, but lying to the two people who meant the
world to him was the only thing that he could do because every time he tried to
broach the subject, they called him an idiot and refused to listen to his
complaints.
twin cousins Shiro Kei and Kai and their half-American friend Michael
Kagawa-Montgomery.
Records under the direction of Reiji several years ago, Seguchi Tohma allowed
his young cousin, Fujisaki Suguru, to take over as Bad Luck's manager on a
trail basis while still keeping his job as the band's music arranger and
keyboardist. Unfortunately, the pressure
and stress were too much for the young man to handle and something had to
give. In the end, that something was
playing synthesizer.
expressed this latest development and newest crisis, he was surprised to learn
that his younger cousins along with their half Japanese-American exchange
student friend had started a band and were looking for a singer.
Sakano-san, the boys were brought in and given a screen test.
history.
actually took his worries seriously.
Kei, Kai and Michael did not judge him or jump to conclusions.
his head with their fist and call him names as if he was still that idiotic
eighteen-year-old. They knew what
Shuichi had gone through as one of the world's most recognizable people and
trusted his judgment. Regrettably, like
Shuichi, they had no idea what to do.
Michael confessed once with a helpless shrug.
agreement with their friend’s assessment.
him…,” Kei would start.
nothing anyone can do until he does do something,” Kai would finish.
quiet of the apartment. It was a cover
of an old Scorpions song. When the final
cords echoed into silence, the sounds of an electric guitar filled the quiet as
the song began yet again.
coming through the paper-thin walls that separated the Shindou-Uesugi residence
and his own. The next best sound was the
tantalizing sounds of high pitched, snarling voices that snapped and screamed
at one another. It was rare to hear that
perverted writer and his brainwashed koibito arguing but it was like
music to Yasashii's ears when it did happen.
Every time they fought, he got his hopes up that maybe, just maybe this
time would be the day his sweet, little nymph god would see reason and the
error of his way and leave that psycho bastard.
Yasashii would be right there to comfort the singer.
shoulder while he held him close and tight, their bodies pressed intimately
together. He tried not to remember that
every time they did fight, which they did like cats and dogs, they always ended
up making up, which they did just as loud and rambunctious and with the same
high-pitched, snarling, snappish screams.
his soon to be koibito. He could
see the younger man splayed on his back in the middle of the large feather down
quilted bed surrounded by thousands of rose petals.
Shuichi who would draw his knees up and spread his legs in invitation, a soft
look of adoration on his face as his stared longingly up at Yasashii.
would make love to his beautiful, angelic singer.
to be in love, to truly have a soul mate.
stood in the cool spray of the shower, he found himself making love with his
hand. He pumped, jerked and stroked
himself with an ever-intensifying vigor as in his minds eye, he saw himself
thrusting into the hot, tight cavern between his Shu-han's legs, hearing him
moan and cry out in ecstasy.
thrust, they were both sent crashing over the edge.
hand on the wall. Breathing heavily, he
blinked and tried to focus. Masturbating
to an image, a fantasy playing in one's head was not as satisfying as the real
thing and Yasashii vowed that some day very soon he would have the real thing.
rubbing himself dry with a fluffy white towel, the opening cords poured through
the apartment and the song began yet again.
“Let's spend the night together…”
---TBC---
His Prey