Sugar Cane

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.


Sugar Cane
By 11


Chapter 08

“Crud,” Hiro growled as his screen character was thrown to the ground in a K.O..

“I told you, lizard man always beats leopard man,” Ryuichi grinned from the sidelines watching the battle between Hiro and Shuichi.

“Awesome, anyone got another quarter to go another round?” Shuichi asked. Ryuichi shook his head.

“I’m not wasting money to see myself get beat up again,” Hiro said stepping away from the arcade game, the screen ticking away the ten seconds telling them to insert another quarter to continue the matches.

“Aw! You’re no fun,” Shuichi pouted as the four of them headed out of the arcade.

“Hey, anyone for a movie?” Ryuichi suggested as they passed by the lines of the movie theater, not too packed, it’d be easy to get tickets and go in.

“I dunno, didn’t remember there being anything out recently I really wanted to see,” Hiro said looking over the posters at the side of the theater on the way in.

“Ooh! How about that one?” Shuichi pointed to a poster with a lot of bright red and orange tones, an actor with a soccer ball overview with a flaming dragon completed a very brightly colored poster.

“Soccer meets Kung fu…” K looked over the poster, “That _sounds_ interesting…”

“Yeah! I love Kung fu! Kung fu movies rock!” Ryuichi declared happily turning to Shuichi, “Shuichi, we have to see it!”

“Yeah!” the violet-eyed boy agreed as they zoomed off to get in the lines, only two other people ahead of them.

“Did they miss the soccer part?” Hiro mused aloud. K chuckled, watching the two boys in amusement, then looking back at Hiro.

“Yeah, well it could be interesting,” the blonde shrugged and got in line with the two hyperactive teens. Hiro followed with a sigh, powerless to stop the event of watching an odd soccer kung fu hybrid movie that came out almost four whole months ago.

“Hey! Shindou-kun!”

“Nanami-san!” Shuichi said brightly looking up at his classmate, who was already there with her friends buying candy at the snack bar. “What’re you seeing?”

“That new one with Jiraiya Monoto,” she said pointing to a title on the lights down the hall.

“We’re here to see that one on kung fu,” Shuichi told her brightly, the we he gestured to the four of them, himself, Ryuichi, K, and Hiro.

“Oh, really? Maka saw that one when it first came out, she said it was pretty good,” she said, then her friends called her over, they had their snacks. “Well cool seeing you Shindou-kun, see you, enjoy your movie.”

“We will, see you Nanami!” Shuichi said with a quick wave before going and ordering a truck from the snack bar. Just so they’d be well prepared when they got to the movie theater.

“Guess Nanami-san’s friend was right it was good,” Hiro said when he saw the mostly full auditorium of the theater. An oddity if the movie had been out a while unless of course really good.

“So is Nanami-san you’re girlfriend Shindou?” Ryuichi teased, the pink-haired boy next to him when the four of them were seated.

“Wha-? No, no, Nanami-san is a good friend,” Shuichi told him, “More like a sister, or second mother, never a girlfriend…”

“Ah, okay.” Ryuichi nodded turning back to the screen as the lights dimmed and the movie started to play. If it weren’t for Hiro sitting on Shuichi’s other side, there might have been some other activity going on during the movie. But seeing as Hiro is in fact here… sigh.


The movie wasn’t as bad as Hiro had expected, but not all that good in his opinion either. The special effects were all computer graphics or computer animated. Most kung fu movies tended to be stunt person done; the whole fact they did it on computer somewhat disappointed him. It wasn’t bad… just not really, really good. Not many movies were either.

“That was interesting,” K said as they walked out of the theater just a little ways ahead of Shuichi and Ryuichi. “As bad as you thought it’d be?”

“Not as bad… not really good either though,” Hiro shrugged.

“Well I’ll just take it as a good thing that you didn’t say ‘it sucked I hated it’.” K said leaning back against the wall to wait as the crown filtered past, some heading for the door others for the restrooms. Several groups were talking animatedly about the film.

Just one problem, after a bit… no Shuichi or Ryuichi. “Did you see Shuichi or Ryuichi come out?” Hiro asked after the majority of the crowd had left and peeking back into the theater among the emptying seats, neither boy were in the theater.

“No,” K answered looking in with Hiro and seeing neither of their two other companions, “Maybe they got lost with that crowd that came by, is that a possibility?”

“Great…” Hiro shook his head, “we lost them in a crowd at the theater.” Then looking back at K, “think they’ll be alright?”

“Sure, between the two of them they’ll get home okay.” K nodded.

“Maybe I should Shuichi’s place in a bit and see if they went there,” Hiro agreed, “You know Ryuichi’s home number?”

“Yeah,” K said, “why?”

“Cause if there not at Shuichi’s they might have gone to Ryuichi’s,” Hiro said, “Probably want to call there next if they’re not at the Shindou residence.”

K agreed. “So what do you wanna do while we wait?”

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“I can’t believe we lost Hiro and K at the movie theater!” Shuichi said still finding the idea amusing as he and Ryuichi went inside the older boy’s apartment and kicked off their shoes. Eventually deciding to come here after looking through the theater bathrooms to see if their companions went in there after leaving the theater. They weren’t so they went to Ryuichi’s house.

“Yeah, hope they make it home alright,” Ryuichi said heading for the kitchen, “you want something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Shuichi said stepping into the living room and opening up Ryuichi’s DVD and VHS collection. “Where’s that performance video you did a few nights ago?”

“Should be on the couch,” Ryuichi called back.

The violet-eyed boy turned around and found the blank tape on the couch, he took it and sat down with the TV set and set it in to play. The screen lit up with a loud female voice over for the end of a commercial for… um… soap or something, Shuichi couldn’t tell and it’s not like it mattered since the recorded show was now starting. The host introduced to the crowd Nittle Grasper, and in moments the performance started, Ryuichi’s voice filling the room.

The Ryuichi on the screen wore a pair of tight jeans and a vest that could have hardly passed for top covering. Arms encircled Shuichi’s waist from behind, the older boy’s head resting comfortably on Shuichi’s shoulder.

“Ne… Shuichi-kun…” Ryuichi’s warm breath curled around the violet-eyed boy’s ear, causing an involuntary shiver.

“What’s- Ryuichi?” Shuichi asked, searching for words through his tightening throat.

“I wanna play that game,” Ryuichi told him, his seemingly innocent voice not fitting to the boy who held Shuichi, one hand starting to snake it’s way up his shirt and splayed against the younger boy’s smooth stomach. “We played it before at Eiri’s, remember…?”

Shuichi could only answer in a short moan when Ryuichi traced his ear with his tongue, that hand against his stomach stroking to create a wonderfully warm feeling pooling at the pink-haired boy’s center.

The tunes of the music filled the room and seemed to reverberate through the living entities within. The velvet touch of Ryuichi’s tongue moved from Shuichi’s ear to his neck, tracing a vein where he could feel the pulse beating beneath the thin pale skin.

Shuichi was helpless against the onslaught, groaning loudly when Ryuichi bit down on the skin hard enough to draw blood. A soft lick covered the red wound in both an apology and tease. Ryuichi’s hands descended back down towards the band of Shuichi’s pants around his waist, easily the warm fingers slid beneath stroking as they went lower.

Shuichi arched his hips against the touch, but the hands instead of arriving at the desired destination veered off to the side, stroking instead along the pink-haired boy’s inner thighs. He groaned in frustration and turned his head and his lips met Ryuichi’s, the other’s velvety tongue asking for entrance, which he gained almost immediately. Shuichi rocked his hips back and Ryuichi moaned into his mouth when he ground hard into Ryuichi’s hips, feeling the other’s erection there.

The beat of the music seemed to pound in Shuichi’s head as he group his hips against Ryuichi’s in match to the wonderful tempo of the synthesizer mix. Ryuichi’s hands retreated grabbing Shuichi’s hips to stop the movement; sure if he kept grinding against him he’d reach release before he wanted to.

Twisting Shuichi in his arms and guiding him to the floor, Ryuichi met the other boy’s lips with a rough kiss his hands hastily getting rid of the barriers of clothing between them.

Shuichi welcomed the feeling of Ryuichi’s nude warm body against his own equally unclothed one, the fiery sparks that ignited beneath his eyelids sent straight down to his groin. He was getting close… so close…

And then, suddenly…

The phone rang.

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