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By kira
“Relax, Hiten, your little groupie is waiting for you in your dressing room,” Manten said as he headed backstage after the show with his brother.
“Suzuki-san isn’t a groupie, Manten.”
“Then what is he? It’s not like we haven’t noticed his presence in case you’re wondering.” Manten grinned. “You know, he kinda looks like that gender-bending model/actress Bankotsu hangs out with. You following in his footsteps or something?”
Hiten sighed. “No… and if you must know, he just a companion.”
Manten raised an eyebrow at his older brother. “Shit! He’s not the one who made you sick, right?”
“No. I got sick sometime around the time Ban dumped me. Or it could have been before that and he just got lucky…” Hiten tiredly replied as they headed towards their dressing rooms.
“You’re not sleeping with him, are you? He’s just a kid, Hiten.”
“No…” Hiten looked at his brother with a pained expression on his face. “Kami-sama knows how badly I want to sleep with him, but I can’t and it’s so damned frustrating! Shit! I didn’t ask to get sick, Manten… so why?”
“You just got a bad roll of the dice, big bro.” Manten put a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“I know… Life sucks, doesn’t it?” Hiten said bitterly.
They left the “And then you die” unsaid between them.
Changing the subject, Manten said, “You coming to the label party tonight?”
“Don’t feel like it… I’m not in the mood for the ladies. Never have been, never will be.”
“No problem… so I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
“Night, baby bro…” Hiten opened the door and entered his dressing room.
“Hi-chan!” Byakuya cried as he got to greet his would-be lover. Throwing his arms around the older man, the twenty year old tried to kiss him, but Hiten gently pushed him away.
“We need to talk, Byakuya.”
“You want me to go…?”
Hiten hated himself for the hurt look he saw on the younger man’s face. “Not unless you want to.” He took Byakuya by the hand and led him over to the sofa, where they sat. Hiten pulled him close and they sat there enjoying a rare moment of intimacy as Hiten tried to figure out how to break the news to him. The silence settled over them like a living being, before Byakuya worked up the courage to break it.
“Hi-chan… what’s so bad you can’t tell me?”
Hiten sighed. He gently cupped the younger man’s cheek. “Bya-chan… I’m HIV positive. Have been for awhile now. That’s what this stupid tour is all about; quietly slinking off into the sunset while I still have my dignity. We really don’t need the money… so why not?”
“Oh…”
“Yeah… It’s why I’ve been keeping you at arms’ length even though I want to… Hell, if I wasn’t sick, I would have slept with you by now.”
“Yeah…?”
“I want you to know, that’s not because I see you as a good fuck, but because I see you as someone I want to spend the rest of my life with. But now I don’t have a life and I seriously don’t blame you if you want to leave.”
Byakuya reached up, and placing his hand behind the older man’s head, he pulled him close enough to kiss.
Hiten kissed him hungrily, his hands roaming his would-be lover’s body, as he craved simple human contact.
Breaking it, the twenty year old said softly, “I don’t care… I want to be with you too.”
“Asshole! You should care! I could have just gotten you sick! Oh hell! What have I done to you?” He pulled away, burying his face in his hands, and cried.
“You can’t wall yourself off from people, Hi-chan… Besides, you needed that more than I did. I want to be here for you, always…” Byakuya pulled him close. “And be more than just a stupid groupie…” He felt the older man stiffen. “I hear people talk, Hi-chan… But I don’t care. I mean more to you than that and I know you’ve come to mean more to me than just my idol… you still are, but now in a different way. A better way…”
“Damn it… why couldn’t I have met you before I got sick…?”
“Because I also have incredibly bad luck…” Byakuya giggled. “And maybe the gods are just playing a bad trick on us, who knows and who cares? I know I don’t… I found someone I want to spend the rest of my life with… think about it. You could have some other horrible disease, or I could chase after you as you cross the street and get run over by a bus tomorrow, all I know is life is uncertain and we never know what tomorrow’ll bring.”
Hiten nodded. “How’d someone so young, get to be so wise…?”
“It’s called living on your own. I have been since I was fifteen, Hi-chan… Kami-sama knows I’ve done plenty of stupid things in my life to pay the rent… we all have.”
Hiten found himself unexpectedly chuckling over that. “Nice try, my little minx, but I’m still not sleeping with you. I’ll share your bed, but that’s it. If you can live with that, you’re welcome to stay for the long haul.”
“Damn!” Byakuya smiled impishly. “Okay, I’ll take you up on that!”
“Then let me go shower and we can go back to the hotel and share a bed.”
“Oooh, can I wash your back?”
“No, cuz I don’t trust you to not talk me into something we’ll both end up regretting.”
“Oh…” Byakuya pouted.
“Seriously.” Hiten stood up and started undressing. Pulling his t-shirt off, he rolled it into a ball and threw it at his would-be lover. “You can look but you can’t touch.”
“Fine, as long as you let me show you mine when we get back to the hotel,” the twenty year old said cheekily.
“Deal.” Hiten peeled off his tight leather jeans.
“You’re wearing underwear under there?”
“Yeah… They’re hot and I tend to sweat in them and things get chaffed.” Tossing his jeans on the sofa, Hiten took off his underwear.
Byakuya giggled. “Sure they do…”
“Since you’re so interested in my dirty laundry…” He tossed his briefs at the younger man, who deftly caught them, before reaching for his robe. He shrugged into it, tying it closed. “Here, make yourself useful.” He put a sock clad foot on the younger man’s lap.
Byakuya removed it and its mate from Hiten’s other foot. “You have a beautiful body…” he ran his hand up the older man’s leg. When he cupped Hiten’s heavy sack, the older man closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. “How long was it since you last got laid?” He put his foot down on the floor.
“Too long, and if you don’t behave I’m going to spank your ass.”
“Oooh... is that a promise or a threat?”
“You’re freaking impossible, you know that?”
“Yeah, cuz you never tire of telling me that.” Byakuya smirked as he wrapped his hand around the other man’s cock, gently stroking it.
Hiten was not amused, and grabbing the younger man’s wrist, the rock star said, “Let go! And if you keep this up you’ll be sleeping by yourself tonight.”
“Can’t you see that I love you?”
“Can’t you see that I love you too?” Hiten glared at him for several long tense minutes, before his expression softened. “That as much as I want to fuck your brains out, I can’t and I won’t because I don’t want you getting sick too.” He heaved a long suffering sigh. “If the AIDS doesn’t kill me, you know what will?”
“What?”
“You…” He kissed Byakuya on the forehead. “Now if you don’t mind, “I’ve got a shower to take.”
“Then go.”
“Fine…” Hiten turned and left. “Be back in a few…”
Byakuya watched him go, as visions of him naked dance in his head…
By kira
“Relax, Hiten, your little groupie is waiting for you in your dressing room,” Manten said as he headed backstage after the show with his brother.
“Suzuki-san isn’t a groupie, Manten.”
“Then what is he? It’s not like we haven’t noticed his presence in case you’re wondering.” Manten grinned. “You know, he kinda looks like that gender-bending model/actress Bankotsu hangs out with. You following in his footsteps or something?”
Hiten sighed. “No… and if you must know, he just a companion.”
Manten raised an eyebrow at his older brother. “Shit! He’s not the one who made you sick, right?”
“No. I got sick sometime around the time Ban dumped me. Or it could have been before that and he just got lucky…” Hiten tiredly replied as they headed towards their dressing rooms.
“You’re not sleeping with him, are you? He’s just a kid, Hiten.”
“No…” Hiten looked at his brother with a pained expression on his face. “Kami-sama knows how badly I want to sleep with him, but I can’t and it’s so damned frustrating! Shit! I didn’t ask to get sick, Manten… so why?”
“You just got a bad roll of the dice, big bro.” Manten put a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“I know… Life sucks, doesn’t it?” Hiten said bitterly.
They left the “And then you die” unsaid between them.
Changing the subject, Manten said, “You coming to the label party tonight?”
“Don’t feel like it… I’m not in the mood for the ladies. Never have been, never will be.”
“No problem… so I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
“Night, baby bro…” Hiten opened the door and entered his dressing room.
“Hi-chan!” Byakuya cried as he got to greet his would-be lover. Throwing his arms around the older man, the twenty year old tried to kiss him, but Hiten gently pushed him away.
“We need to talk, Byakuya.”
“You want me to go…?”
Hiten hated himself for the hurt look he saw on the younger man’s face. “Not unless you want to.” He took Byakuya by the hand and led him over to the sofa, where they sat. Hiten pulled him close and they sat there enjoying a rare moment of intimacy as Hiten tried to figure out how to break the news to him. The silence settled over them like a living being, before Byakuya worked up the courage to break it.
“Hi-chan… what’s so bad you can’t tell me?”
Hiten sighed. He gently cupped the younger man’s cheek. “Bya-chan… I’m HIV positive. Have been for awhile now. That’s what this stupid tour is all about; quietly slinking off into the sunset while I still have my dignity. We really don’t need the money… so why not?”
“Oh…”
“Yeah… It’s why I’ve been keeping you at arms’ length even though I want to… Hell, if I wasn’t sick, I would have slept with you by now.”
“Yeah…?”
“I want you to know, that’s not because I see you as a good fuck, but because I see you as someone I want to spend the rest of my life with. But now I don’t have a life and I seriously don’t blame you if you want to leave.”
Byakuya reached up, and placing his hand behind the older man’s head, he pulled him close enough to kiss.
Hiten kissed him hungrily, his hands roaming his would-be lover’s body, as he craved simple human contact.
Breaking it, the twenty year old said softly, “I don’t care… I want to be with you too.”
“Asshole! You should care! I could have just gotten you sick! Oh hell! What have I done to you?” He pulled away, burying his face in his hands, and cried.
“You can’t wall yourself off from people, Hi-chan… Besides, you needed that more than I did. I want to be here for you, always…” Byakuya pulled him close. “And be more than just a stupid groupie…” He felt the older man stiffen. “I hear people talk, Hi-chan… But I don’t care. I mean more to you than that and I know you’ve come to mean more to me than just my idol… you still are, but now in a different way. A better way…”
“Damn it… why couldn’t I have met you before I got sick…?”
“Because I also have incredibly bad luck…” Byakuya giggled. “And maybe the gods are just playing a bad trick on us, who knows and who cares? I know I don’t… I found someone I want to spend the rest of my life with… think about it. You could have some other horrible disease, or I could chase after you as you cross the street and get run over by a bus tomorrow, all I know is life is uncertain and we never know what tomorrow’ll bring.”
Hiten nodded. “How’d someone so young, get to be so wise…?”
“It’s called living on your own. I have been since I was fifteen, Hi-chan… Kami-sama knows I’ve done plenty of stupid things in my life to pay the rent… we all have.”
Hiten found himself unexpectedly chuckling over that. “Nice try, my little minx, but I’m still not sleeping with you. I’ll share your bed, but that’s it. If you can live with that, you’re welcome to stay for the long haul.”
“Damn!” Byakuya smiled impishly. “Okay, I’ll take you up on that!”
“Then let me go shower and we can go back to the hotel and share a bed.”
“Oooh, can I wash your back?”
“No, cuz I don’t trust you to not talk me into something we’ll both end up regretting.”
“Oh…” Byakuya pouted.
“Seriously.” Hiten stood up and started undressing. Pulling his t-shirt off, he rolled it into a ball and threw it at his would-be lover. “You can look but you can’t touch.”
“Fine, as long as you let me show you mine when we get back to the hotel,” the twenty year old said cheekily.
“Deal.” Hiten peeled off his tight leather jeans.
“You’re wearing underwear under there?”
“Yeah… They’re hot and I tend to sweat in them and things get chaffed.” Tossing his jeans on the sofa, Hiten took off his underwear.
Byakuya giggled. “Sure they do…”
“Since you’re so interested in my dirty laundry…” He tossed his briefs at the younger man, who deftly caught them, before reaching for his robe. He shrugged into it, tying it closed. “Here, make yourself useful.” He put a sock clad foot on the younger man’s lap.
Byakuya removed it and its mate from Hiten’s other foot. “You have a beautiful body…” he ran his hand up the older man’s leg. When he cupped Hiten’s heavy sack, the older man closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. “How long was it since you last got laid?” He put his foot down on the floor.
“Too long, and if you don’t behave I’m going to spank your ass.”
“Oooh... is that a promise or a threat?”
“You’re freaking impossible, you know that?”
“Yeah, cuz you never tire of telling me that.” Byakuya smirked as he wrapped his hand around the other man’s cock, gently stroking it.
Hiten was not amused, and grabbing the younger man’s wrist, the rock star said, “Let go! And if you keep this up you’ll be sleeping by yourself tonight.”
“Can’t you see that I love you?”
“Can’t you see that I love you too?” Hiten glared at him for several long tense minutes, before his expression softened. “That as much as I want to fuck your brains out, I can’t and I won’t because I don’t want you getting sick too.” He heaved a long suffering sigh. “If the AIDS doesn’t kill me, you know what will?”
“What?”
“You…” He kissed Byakuya on the forehead. “Now if you don’t mind, “I’ve got a shower to take.”
“Then go.”
“Fine…” Hiten turned and left. “Be back in a few…”
Byakuya watched him go, as visions of him naked dance in his head…
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Date: 2010-05-05 12:19 am (UTC)I'm writing for "resist."
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Hiten nodded, and holding up the blankets, he waited for his would-be lover to crawl into bed with him. Byakuya, leaving the damp towel on the floor, did just that. He snuggled up against the older man, and even though Hiten was dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, being so close to him had Byakuya growing hard with desire.
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Date: 2012-01-02 02:54 pm (UTC)I think these boys need some more back story too, no? :D
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Date: 2012-01-02 03:51 pm (UTC)I was actually wondering if I'd missed something that got into how they got together so yeah, more back story would be good.
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Date: 2012-01-02 04:25 pm (UTC)No, I had told their story originally form the end, so I'm going to work backwards with them. XD