30 Color Somethings: Gravitation

4. Blues Music

Yuki Eiri was having a productive night. His latest romance novel was coming alone nicely, and he had almost finished writing two chapters this very day. With a glance at the clock, he grinned. He’d definitely finish the second chapter before midnight because nothing was going to interrupt him. His live-in lover, Shuichi Shindou, the lead singer of the popular band Bad Luck, was out with his band mates researching music at a new nightclub for a song they were working on. The piece was called “Lover’s Blues” and was heavily influenced by American blues music, a first for the pop band. So tonight, the three of them were out at a club that specialized in that genre. At the earliest, Shuichi would be home around 1 a.m.

But at 11:25 p.m., Yuki heard a key in the lock. His first thought was it was his annoying brother. But then he heard a quiet murmur of voices, which had him on his feet, concerned. That wasn’t Shuichi—if he was home, there would be shouts of “Yuki, Yuki, where are you? Guess what? Guess what?”

“Yuki?” said a voice softly at his office door, and for a second, Yuki Eire, the famous novelist almost fell apart. That was Suguru. Something had happened to Shuichi. He was going to be alone, alone for the rest of his life, and die alone and cold. But Yuki stiffened and went to the door.

Shu, his Shu, held between Hiro and Suguru, pale and shivering. He looked like he was in shock and pain, hurt and terrified. And in that instant Yuki really knew how much he loved this little pink-haired man. His body moved without him thinking, and he wrapped his arms tight around Shuichi, hugging him close. His tiny lover burst into tears, his trembling hands clinging to the taller blonde. One of Yuki’s hands stopped clutching Shuichi and stroked over the beautiful pink hair, pressing that pretty face into his shirt, not caring that he was getting tears and snot on it like he would normally would.

He looked at Hiro and Suguru over Shu’s head for answers. Hiro said softly, “Some men grabbed him outside the bathroom at the blues club. Tohma’s men pulled them off, but Shu remembers—is having flashbacks to—“

Yuri shook his head slightly, indicating Hero need say no more. He knew what Shu was remembering—the time he’d been gang raped, taken cruelly by three men, violated, hurt. And he’d done it to protect Yuki. He’d almost killed again when he’d found out—again from Hiro. He was lucky his lover had such a good friend. Yuki’s nostrils flared, and his hand on Shu’s hair shook with rage. Tohma, thank god, Tohma had protected Shu. Tohma was forgiven for that two weeks of sexual torture he’d made Yuki endure to get the video of him and Shu fucking back. Yes, he was forgiven because he’d had bodyguards protecting his lover tonight.

Ah, Shuichi, Shuichi! Someone so made for happiness should never, never be subject to such ugly abuse! He picked up the small, sobbing figure clinging to him, saying, “Can one of you get the big quilt from our bedroom? And in the little room that is Shu’s, can you find one of those fucking Grasper videos?” He never thought he ever willingly ask to watch a Grasper video, but Shuichi had that effect on him. He carried the singer into the living room.

Soon Suguru was wrapping the two them in the quilt, Hiro had one of those dvds of Tohma’s band, Grasper, playing, and Yuki was kissing Shu’s hair, rubbing his hands over his back. As the music spilled into the room, eventually Shu stopped crying. Silently Hiro and Suguru spoke with Yuki, asking if they should leave and did he need anything. He shook his head no, mouthing his thanks to them, and they let themselves out. The quiet click of the door shutting could hardly be heard over the concert video, but only seconds after Yuki heard it, Shu stirred in his arms.

“I—I’m so sorry, Yuki,” he said.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, brat,” said Yuki stroking Shuichi’s face.

“But, but you were going to get some work done tonight,” said Shuichi as if that was the most tragic thing ever.

Yuki put a finger over Shuichi’s lips, the signal for silence. “Shhh, Shu, just listen. I don’t want to put that red tie in your mouth tonight.”

Shuichi tried to smile at that, but his expression was pathetically false.

“We’ve both been raped, Shuichi, raped by more than one—“ Yuki’s face darkened, and he struggled for control for a minute. When it looked like Shuichi was going to talk, he put his finger back on those lips he loved to kiss, rubbing it gently back and forth.

“I’ve been fucked up my whole life since then,” said Yuki. “You know that that was why I tried to leave you that time, why I went to New York. Part of me wanted to die, Shu. It was so cold, dark, snowing there that New York City winter night, but the cold, the real cold was inside me. Yuki, the name I took, the word for snow, yes, I’m cold like snow, Shu, I am. But I’m not completely frozen anymore. Because of you. You endured that rape for me. For me you experienced what led me to kill, what almost killed me, what tortured me for years, giving me ulcers, stress, chest pains. For me, you underwent the worse willingly. That’s how much you love me. That proof of your love, the depths, the vastness, the power of your love, Shuichi. You overwhelm me.”

“There is a poem that talks of how all the evil in the world is but one hot, glowing coal dropped in the deepest sea compared to the power of God’s mercy. Your love is that ocean for me, Shu, the mercy of God that puts out the pain, the hurt. You’re my lover with the shining kiss that make me shine, makes me warm, makes me alive, Shuichi. Don’t ever leave me, love, don’t ever be ashamed to hurt over the memory. That gang rape only made you more beautiful, more special to me.”

“I know I’m cold, Shu, I know I don’t shine or say all the things to you I should. But I love you, god, Shu, I love you so much. Oh, god, your face, your face—“

Those violet eyes had never looked at him with such pure love, pure happiness, pure beauty. Ah, god, Shuichi! They kissed, and Yuki was lost with need. The quilt slid off them to the floor, and they followed. Yuki tore away the clothes, ripping and tossing, needing to see all of Shuichi, all of his love. And Shu’s hands where peeling and tearing at his own—but weaker, he couldn’t strip Yuki fast enough. One Shuichi was naked, Yuki helped him bare his own body—tearing the expensive Armani shirt he had on, clawing and jerking his way out of the Italian wool pants, sending everything flying.

They laughed together as each piece of his clothes vanished, knowing they were just those seconds closer. Shuichi was already licking his fingers, drooling on them, pushing that wetness in his asshole, preparing for his lover.

Naked at last, Yuki hesitated for a second, then remembered—he leaned back and dug into the back of the sofa, pulling out a tube of edible strawberry lube, Shuichi’s favorite. He coated himself, and then he pushed into Shuichi in one long stroke. Purple eyes and gold eyes meet, and two throats breathed out, “Ahhhhh.”

Two thin pale legs wrapped up around Yuki’s hips, those arms encircled his head, and two mouths met in another kiss. But as much as those mouths wanted to mate, no, no, to not move was impossible. And Yuki slid out, and this time angled himself to make Shuichi shine even more. His cock found that familiar bump, the cockhead kissing it, making Shuichi sing out and shudder. Yuki grinned wickedly and began to stroke into Shu, hitting that spot with each stroke, using a skill he often didn’t bother with. No, tonight, he would overwhelm Shu with pleasure till he couldn’t think anymore.

“Yuki! Yuki! Yuki!” cried Shu convulsing and coming.

Yuki laughed and leaned his body over, kissing Shuichi.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop it. But don’t stop, please, don’t stop, Yuki.”

“I won’t, Shuichi, I love you.”

“Yuki! Oh god, Yuki! I love you!” cried Shuichi as shudders again raced through him, making him arch and his ass contract so wonderfully around Yuki’s hard cock.

Ah, he was going to need the bed and few other things as well, the blonde decided. It took a few tries and made Shuichi giggle, but he managed to get to his feet without removing his cock from Shu’s ass. He walked them down to their bedroom, each step making both of them happier, moving them closer to the loving that was coming.

There at the foot of the bed, he stopped to fuck the giggles out of Shu, turning them into moans, making his pink cock stiffen in that bed of pink curls, then making the moans turn to screams as he thrust in and out, again and again. Shuichi was so tight around him, his ass so needy, so greedy, tightening on his cock, contracting around it, swallowing it up, sucking him in. This was a glory hole indeed, truly glorious. It was tighter than any pussy, more responsive, contracting tighter in rhythms that sang to him. Ah, god, he could hold out no more!

“Come with me, Shuichi! Now, baby, now! Shuichi! Shuichi!” And in that instant as they both were overwhelmed with orgasm, it seemed to Yuki that he too was shining, that the room was shining, that the love between them was a light streaming from their skin. And as their last shudders took them, together they said in perfect unison, “I love you.”

And then after some wiping and a trip to the bathroom for Shuichi, some water, he was already hard again and handing Shuichi that red tie. “Tie up my balls, Shu, so I can’t come because I want to fuck you all night tonight.”

His lover’s entire body shook with a tremor, and his little cock jiggled and danced. “Yuki,” he said in a dazed voice, “not me?”

“Do it, Shu, do it now,” ordered Yuki. “No, you are going to cum as much as you want, as much as you can, little fuckhole.”

“Oh, Yuki! Yuki, I love you so, so much!” babbled Shu as he imprisoned Yuki’s balls in the soft red tie.

“Get on the bed, Shu.” The singer was scrambling on the bed as if speed was essential, practically panting with eagerness.

“Show me that fuckhole of yours, baby,” said Yuki, smiling as that made his lover spasm and twitch. Once more he moved quickly, spreading his legs wide, his hands holding them up and apart.

“Whose cock do you want in that hole?”

“Yuki’s! I want Yuki’s cock in my hole! Please Yuki! Please!”

Gold eyes seemed to burn as they looked at Shuichi, and the pink haired singer felt he would die if that cock didn’t penetrate him soon. “Please fuck me, Yuki! Put that big cock of yours in my fuckhole! Your fuckhole! Let me be your gloryhole, Yuki! Please!”

Ah! Ah! “YUKI! YUKI!”

But after just four strokes, Yuki pulled out and walked away from the bed. “Yuuuuuukiiiii,” wailed Shuichi.

But he returned with a pair of black stockings, and he tied Shuichi’s hands over his head with them. “If I don’t, you’ll touch yourself, brat, won’t you?”

“Yes, I want to touch my cock! I want to cum as you fuck me!”

“If you cum every six strokes, Shu, you’ll pass out too soon.”

“Oh, yes! Tie me up, Yuki, and fuck me!”

“No need to ask, brat.”

“Yuki! Oh, god, Yuki your cock feels so good in my ass! Oh, oh! Yuki! YUKI!” screamed Shuichi, his eyes rolling as the blonde nailed his prostate.

“It’s a Tuesday night, brat. You gonna scream like that all night long? As cute and loveable as you are, I think our neighbors might really be pissed.”

“Yuki, I can’t help it. Oh, god, Yuki you fuck me so good! YUKI!”

But Yuki pulled out yet again, and this time came back with a pair of pink panties in his hand. “If you scream again, brat, you know where they are going,” he said.

Shuichi bit his lips, tossing his head, moaning as Yuki thrust into him. He drove deep for a while, enjoying watching Shu fight his desire to scream. But something in him couldn’t help but push it, and he suddenly made about twelve short, shallow thrusts, each one landing on Shu’s prostate.

He was screaming by the second one, coming by the sixth, and Yuki kept at it until that little dick stopped spewing out sperm. Then he pushed his cock in deep and kept it there. He picked up those ruffled panties and rubbed them in Shu’s sperm, wetting them, and said, “Open up.”

And then he pushed and pushed until Shu’s mouth was bulging, spread wide with those cum-soaked panties. Ah god! He was glad that the red necktie was tight around his balls because he have come for sure at the sight of Shuichi with his hands tied above his head by black stockings, his mouth obscenely filled with dirty pink panties.

And with a growl, he let loose the animal in him, the animal that had shot a man dead, that had almost killed another with bare hands, and began rutting, fucking Shuichi more savagely than he had before. This was primal, and he took what he wanted.

And Shuichi, his hands bound, his mouth gagged, looked at this fierce gold beast above him and felt himself dying with love, dying with happiness. His body was coming, shaking, shattering, even though his balls had been spent and could send up no more spunk. This, this was everything he wanted, everything he needed. He was Yuki’s—completely, totally, eternally. Yuki’s to do anything to, everything to. And then the pleasure was just too much to even think how much he loved Yuki, there was nothing but pleasure, all pleasure, every pleasure, the most pleasure . . .

When an eon had passed, and he was incapable of thought or speech, the panties were jerked from his mouth, his hands untied, the impromptu cock ring gone. He was put on his hands and knees, taken from behind, taken and filled, filled with what felt like a river of ejaculate, and the warmth, the wetness filling him, his lover’s cries, and all that pleasure . . . Shuichi floated in pure bliss.

He had nothing, nothing at all to be blue about.