Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen

When Hiro and Shuichi re-entered their studio after lunch, there were only two people there. One of those two shouldn't have been. Shuichi went silent at the sight of him, and the visitor gave him a piercing look before throwing a grin at Hiro.

"Sakuma-san? What are you doing in our studio? Not that I mind seeing you-- it's just odd!" Hiro made certain he assured the idol he wasn't unwanted-- it got loud and very wet when he thought he was.

"I came to get Shuichi!" He hopped out of his chair with that proud proclamation, darting around the guitar player to the boy attempting to hide.

Hiro turned his attention to Suguru, who was ignoring them all. "Suguru-kun, where are K-san and Sakano-san?"

Suguru blinked up at him. "They said they had to go to the bathroom... about twenty minutes ago?" His voice trailed off on the question as he realized how long it had been.

They all stopped. Shuichi finally spoke up first. "Isn't it a little weird that they'd both go to the bathroom at the same time and then be gone so long?"

"It's not weird, na no da!" Nittle Grasper's singer piped up. "Cause they didn't go to the bathroom!" He appeared to think for a moment. "Well, they probably did, but not to go to the bathroom!"

Both Shuichi and Hiro blushed, comprehending what he meant almost immediately. Suguru, however, was more naïve. "What do you mean? Why would people go to the bathroom not to use the bathroom?"

Ryuichi looked at him as if it was obvious. "To have sex, of course!" Leaving a shocked Suguru, he yanked their vocalist off with him.

"Sakano-san... and... K-san?" Noticing his poor lover looked as if he was about to pass out, Hiro led him to a chair.

"Apparently." The dry response didn't help the keyboardist's shock. Trying to distract him, Hiro moved on. "By the way, Sug-chan, Shuichi's emergency meeting with me over lunch actually had a reason, so you can't be angry." He was teasing the younger; he found Shuichi annoying, and hated the pet names Hiro thought up for him.

Unfortunately, the guitarist received no reaction today for the taunts. "Oh, really? What was that?" He obviously wasn't paying much attention yet.

Hiro leaned forward to nuzzle into his neck, hiding his smirk. "He slept with your cousin and is still fantasizing about Sakuma-san."

When Suguru fainted, his lover wondered if he'd overdone it.

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"Waaaaaaa~aaaaah! Ryuichi-san! Please stop pulling me! I have to go back to work!" Shuichi was wailing as he was pulled, stumbling, down the hall to who-knew-where.

"Mou, Shu-chan! Relax! K is screwing Sakano-san right now, so you have plenty of time!" The dirty phrase seemed out of place with the childish, matter-of-fact tone of voice.

Breathing carefully, trying not to notice how his idol's jeans were really very tight, Shuichi kept silent until they got into an elevator. "Ano... Ryuichi-san? Where are you taking me?" He had calmed down. As long as he didn't look at his idol, or remember his dreams, he'd be fine!

He was in deep shit. There was no way Ryuichi wouldn’t notice something wrong.

The elevator doors opened on the bottom floor of the building, and he was pulled out of the building. “We’re going to a café!”

This was strange. Ryuichi wasn’t look at him, either. And… why would they need to go to a café? He asked.

His idol turned around and halted suddenly; Shuichi barely stopped before he ran into the man, who was looking at him as intently as he’d ever seen him, and from barely a foot away. He would’ve stepped back, but he felt frozen by the eyes that pinned his, and the hand on his wrist tightened.

Abruptly, they started moving again, and arrived at a small, quiet place that Shuichi had never been in less than five minutes. They were ushered into a booth by a pretty waitress who had no reaction to seeing either of them, despite the fact that they wore no disguises. When she asked what they’d like to drink, Ryuichi ordered for him, a strange drink that sounded foreign and he was certain he’d never had.

Then, those eyes were peering at him again. A tight smile appeared. “You’ll like the drink Shuichi. I promise.”

The younger singer gulped. He wasn’t sure whether he’d done something wrong, but he had to work very hard to keep from either running screaming or going completely fan-boy on the man across from him. His tendencies of how to act were devolving recently; not only did he want to do things he wouldn’t’ve a few months ago, but he also was having more difficulties restraining himself.

While they sat there quietly, their drinks arrived. His looked like a blue smoothie, and had whipped cream and a lovely cherry on top. Automatically, he thought of something else he’d like whipped cream and cherries on, and hurriedly took a sip to distract himself from the heat in his face.

He blinked in surprise. It was good! He heard low laughter, and looked up.

“Gomen ne, Shuichi, you just looked so surprised!” There was still no sign of the child in the man across from him, despite Kumagoro sitting on the table. But the scrutiny seemed to have been dropped, and Shuichi was immensely grateful. Smiling, he watched as Ryuichi sipped at his, wiggling slightly in the booth.

The elder singer looked up suddenly, locking eyes with the young man across from him again. Bad Luck’s vocalist felt his eyes widen, and he sat back, unconsciously trying to run from the attention. He opened his mouth several times, but each time the other would glance down at it and he would lose courage and remained silent. Finally, Ryuichi tilted his head to the side and his eyes narrowed slightly. The expression looked contemplative, and Shuichi’s hands flexed around his glass.

“You slept with my lover. Did you enjoy it? Or do you regret it?” The words had been chosen for their effect; Shuichi jerked as if he’d been slapped, and turned pale, his hands curling into fists on the table as he shifted as if to run.

The young vocalist didn’t think he’d ever been more frightened. His idol, the immensely powerful, highly revered Sakuma Ryuichi had just told him that the man he’d known he shouldn’t have slept with had been more completely off limits than he’d realized. He tried to calm his breathing—he was beginning to hyperventilate. He knew why he was reacting so strongly—the complete focus of his idol was something he’d only ever seen when he was singing, and now he’d just done the equivalent of committing a crime. He’d seduced the great Seguchi Tohma into bed, and Ryuichi had decided to make him pay the price; the man he’d slept with hadn’t been available—he’d been in a relationship, as hinted on the many TV broadcasts, with the lead vocalist. And oh, did the part of his mind that conjured fantasies rejoice about that bit of information.

Ryuichi watched as Shuichi got lost in his thoughts. He was scared, that much was obvious, but he noticed his breathing pattern change; he wasn’t drawing breath because he was frightened, he was about to pant—his heart was racing, and Nittle Grasper’s vocalist was pretty sure why. But first, he had to recapture the younger’s attention. “Shu~i~chi…”

The sing-song voice was too low, and the expression on his idol’s face, the slightly evil smirk, suggested that Shuichi was still the full focus of his attention. “Y-Yeah… Sakuma-san?” He couldn’t help the stutter.

“You never answered me…” Ryuichi could hear the purr in his voice, knew that if Shuichi had ever had any interest in him, he would be caught with that one sentence. If Tohma had been the focus, he would have tensed, knowing what this mood of his singer’s meant. The young man across from him was innocently unaware, though he had settled into quick, light breaths that meant he was most definitely aroused.

Drawing a quick, deep breath that even sounded like a gasp to his own ears, Shuichi managed to stutter out, “What do I need to answer, Sakuma-san?”

Ryuichi tilted his head, aimed a glare at the young boy across from him. “Shuichi. I told you to call me Ryuichi.”

Sensing another change to his idol’s mood, Shuichi gulped. Every time Ryuichi said something Bad Luck’s singer would think he would be angry—then his tone would change and the one before would have sounded positively friendly in comparison. “Gomen nasai, Ryuichi-san!” The eyes remained narrowed at him, and his mind scrambled. Oh! Yes! “I…I did sleep with Tohma…and I… I do regret it!”

Well, that wouldn’t work. But the words didn’t feel completely truthful. He rose gracefully, and slid into the other side of the booth next to Shuichi, watching in faint amusement as the other curled his legs up to his chest and turned to face him, back to the wall. “I know you slept with him, Shuichi. He told me. But did you enjoy it? And why do you regret it?”

Tohma had told him? Why would he cheat on his lover, and then tell said lover? Wait… Tohma had cheated on Ryuichi… So why was Shuichi being confronted? Still watching the elegant, dangerous face now uncomfortably near him, Shuichi decided he could ask that question another time… or never.

“Shuichi.” The call of his name pulled him out of his thoughts. What had he been asked? He scrambled to remember, but then realized that there was no way he could answer the first one truthfully… Sakuma-san was much too scary right now.

“I regret it because I shouldn’t have done it! He’s my boss, and your lover! And he’s upset about it!” The reasons were all honest, the older vocalist could tell. Indeed, the young man looked as if he wished he could take back the last reason. But being his employee obviously hadn’t stopped him at first, and he hadn’t known about their relationship. That the other regretted it was a shared concern by both Shuichi and Tohma. Inwardly, Ryuichi cursed his lover’s tendency to avoid discussion. Also, he noticed that the other singer had avoided telling whether he’d enjoyed it three times now. This meant, of course, that he had, but was too embarrassed and alarmed to admit it.

“So, since you’re avoiding answering, I know you did enjoy sleeping with him. He’s very good in bed, isn’t he?” The last was said with a sly smile. “And if I hadn’t confronted you and Tohma hadn’t closed off from you, you wouldn’t have regretted it at all. Am I right?” Ryuichi knew he was being cruel, and he regretted it somewhat, seeing how ashamed the younger looked right now. But it was necessary, and he would more than make it up to him later. He smiled inwardly at the thought.

“Yes, Ryuichi-san.” Shuichi could barely whisper it, tucking his head into his legs as he tried to hide. He had probably just signed his career’s death warrant with that admittance, but he couldn’t lie to his idol, not when he was still looking at him as if he were some sort of prey.

“Shuichi. I told you to call me Ryuichi! First you insist on calling me Sakuma-san, and still now you refuse to call me by my name without the formal honorifics. What am I to do with you?” His voice was carefully mocking; he had to keep the glee out, or this wouldn’t work.

Shuichi’s head snapped up, and he gaped at the singer barely a foot away. He had no idea what to do! Everything he did, it seemed, was wrong, and he couldn’t comprehend how everything had changed so quickly from this morning!

The older vocalist felt a twinge inside when he saw Shuichi’s eyes filled with tears that he had only ever felt when he saw Tohma upset. Glad he was done being cruel—well, at least emotionally—he felt triumph that the other had reacted exactly as he’d planned.

Trying to get a grip on himself, Shuichi gasped and fell back as the man who had been confronting him this entire time, frightening him and tormenting him, slid a hand into his hair and yanked, tilting his head and mouth to slip his tongue past the lips parted from shock.

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AN:
Please, guys, please review. I get about three reviews per chapter on this story; considering it's up at three sites and I have double the reviews at AFF.net than I do here, it's rather depressiong. For the people at AFF.net who review, thank you! And to the people, like Saanrio and DemonLadySesshomaru who review almost every chapter, thank you. There's only a few of you!

Okay, about stories. I'm sorry it's up late. It's 12:45 Monday night, which will show up as Tuesday. Oh well. Next chapter up as early tomorrow as possible, probably evening around 7:00-8:00, because it'll be a lemon between Shuichi and Ryuichi, and then there will be another chapter of more sex, and then yet another chapter of more sex with some talking thrown in, and then more K/Sakano and Hiro/Suguru, probably, with, you guessed it, more sex! Told you there wasn't a plot. These first couple chapters were just to trick you :P

I have two drabbles written already, but I won't post them until tomorrow. Gonna work on the next (possibly final) chapter in Punch Drunk, but no promises on when that will be up. It has to meet the approval of the creator of the idea, Sorrow_Discord on yahoo email, multiple names on fanfiction sites.