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A/N: I don't own Gravitation

#17 kHz

Electric


New York and Tokyo were very similar according to Yuki - they were both crowded and smelled bad. He held no love for either city, feeling that he belonged somewhere in the limbo created between. Having sinned in both, the memories were jagged edges in his mind that made him cringe if he allowed himself to think. When night fell he failed to see the beauty here as others did, the beauty in the nightlife and the cool night air that everyone seemed to bask in - he could only see the potential for darkness that the city held. Maybe this was his problem, only being able to focus on the dark, and missing the light - the light that could save him if he only gave it a chance.

Shaking his head slightly to dispel such depressing thoughts, he glanced over at Shuichi who was walking beside him with eyes wide like a child's taking in the sights. It never ceased to amaze him that his lover could still be so open despite all the shit he'd been through himself. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe that would be both their salvations. They had passed several restaurants as they walked hand in hand down busy sidewalks. Yuki actually enjoying the warmth of Shuichi's hand in his as they made their way through throngs of people - New York earning one over Tokyo on the PDA spectrum. Looking up again he realized that his lover was talking, and that he had missed the conversation entirely.

"Hmmm?"

"You're not listening to me are you?" Shuichi frowned and pulled Yuki next to the building so they could talk without getting jostled. "I was saying that I'm impressed with all the music."

"What music?" Yuki looked at him confused.

"Coming from everywhere." Shuichi sighed and slipped his arms around Yuki's waist. "Are you even here with me? We've walked at least 5 blocks and there's different music coming from almost every restaurant and bar we pass. It's just interesting."

"Do you want to stop anywhere?"

Shuichi shook his head and smiled. "Let's walk around a bit more."

Yuki steered them back into the flow of pedestrian traffic. He brought Shuichi with him to New York so they could see each other sure, but it was more than that. Their time apart was particularly hard on him, and he really needed to talk to his lover about it. Things happened while Shuichi was away that forced him to think hard about their relationship. But the past couple of days had been perfect, and he didn't want to ruin it with reality. He realized he needed Shuichi more than he would ever admit, and they needed no secrets between them. He'd learned the hard way how secrets damaged your soul.

He was pulled to a stop as Shuichi stood in front of a club. People were entering at a steady rate, and there was quite a group of people milling around outside. Yuki could hear the sounds of a bass and drums from outside and was surprised that Shuichi had stopped to listen - it was almost the opposite of the music he played. Looking around at the people going in he noticed a wide array of facial piercings and leather and smirked at their conservative attire. They were dressed casually, sure, but the jeans and button down shirt he had under his leather trench coat was a far cry from what everyone else was wearing. At least Shuichi blended in a bit more with his jeans slung low on his hips and his tight fitting shirt barely meeting the top of his pants.

"Can we go in?" Shuichi eyed him shyly, gesturing towards the club with a tilt of his head.

"You want to go in /there/?" Yuki smirked "A little out of your comfort zone, don't you think?"

"Just because I play a particular type of music, doesn't mean that I can't listen to anything else! I want to check it out."

Yuki nodded noncommittally and led the way, paying for them both at the door before being stopped by a bouncer who roughly demanded that Yuki lift his arms. Lifting his arms he allowed the guy to pat him down and looked at Shuichi with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you sure you want to come in here?"

The bouncer looked at them curiously, unable to speak Japanese, and motioned for Shuichi to come over. "If you're drinking, I need to see some I.D.s." Yuki pulled both their passports out of his pocket and handed them to the guy, who looked at them warily before handing them back. He attached bands around both their wrists and moved on to the next in line.

"What were they looking for?" Shuichi asked, having no idea what had just transpired.

"Haven't you ever been arrested?" Yuki almost started laughing when he saw the shock on his lover's face. "He was just looking for weapons and contraband. I think you may be a bit out of your element in here."

Yuki took Shuichi's hand, squeezing it gently, and let him into the depths of the club. The live music had stopped while they were coming in, and it was replaced with a heavy beat and driving lyrics being pumped out of unseen speakers. Making a b-line for the bar, Yuki managed to find an open spot to lean against and wait for one of the bartenders to notice him. He was pleased that the air was thick with smoke, and immediately reached into his pocket for his pack and a lighter. He pulled his hand out of Shuichi's tight grip so he could light his cigarette.

Shuichi turned to him and smiled, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "I've never seen anything like this before."

"I can't imagine you would have." He grinned as he watched Shuichi trying to take in everything at once.

After ordering two beers, Yuki looked around and was surprised that the place was kind of nice. It was large and open, with three bars that he could see, one running down either side, and one along the back wall. There appeared to be a balcony overhead, and a three-tiered floor that led to the stage. The area in front of the stage was packed with a sea of black leather and unruly hair. Tossing a ten on the bar he grabbed the beer and handing one to his lover before taking a large swallow. He was nudged aside with a low 'excuse me' by a large man with a shaved head and a skull tattooed across his temple. Yuki forced himself to withhold his smirk at the look on Shuichi's face - tonight was going to be fun.

They made their way to the railing that separated two of the tiers and stood. Yuki was amazed that no one was looking at them funny - a couple of foreigners in casual attire - but no one did - that was New York for you. He watched Shuichi taking it all in, his mouth slightly agape. It was a rougher crowd than he was used to, that's for sure, but Yuki could see a glimmer of excitement in his lover's eyes that he only saw when he performed. Draining his cup he leaned close to Shuichi and nipped his ear. "Do you want another?"

Shuichi nodded without taking his eyes off the crowd. He had never experienced anything like this before. The taste and texture of a place like this was completely new to him, and filled him with such a feeling of potential. Men and women poured down the stairs to his left and packed the floor ahead of him to fully capacity. As the mass of onlookers waited, they moved together, almost rippling like water. Yuki reappeared with their drinks and Shuichi looked at him with bright eyes.

"Can we move closer?" Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Shuichi drained half his beer and grinned. "The show's going to start, and I want to be down there."

Yuki looked at the mass of people and shrugged, if it was what he wanted. They moved to the stairs and found a spot halfway to the stage. Suddenly the lights went down and the crowd roared approval. The energy pulsating through the audience was powerful and filled with anticipation. The low thrum of a bass sounded and the crowd surged forward towards the stage. Yuki slipped his arm protectively around Shuichi's waist as the lights came up on the stage revealing a sight like no other.

The drummer started a fast beat, and the crowd roared. Standing in the center of the stage, hand gripping the microphone stand, was the lead singer. Naked from the waist up, the audience was graced with the sight of a perfectly toned torso adorned with an intricately designed red dragon's tail, the tip rested below his navel and came up to wrap around his waist toward his back. Two shining gold rings glinted from his nipples and blonde hair cascaded just over his shoulders. Tight black leather pants covered the rest of him, slung incredibly low on his hips, barely covering the sizeable erection outlined under the material. The crowd went wild.

Music exploded out of the giant amps and the hard rocking music was accompanied by a strong deep voice. The mass of people surged forward again and Yuki increased his hold on his lover's waist while trying to maintain both their balance. Ahead he could see bodies thrashing to the music, people being whipped into a frenzy by the velvet voice of the singer.

Shuichi could feel the music vibrating in his chest, and lost himself to the heavy beat. He was instantly caught up in the chaos, surrounded by pure electricity, sweat and leather. There was something erotic about the way the music affected everyone around him. He started bouncing in place, keeping time to the music. The feel of Yuki against his back anchoring him against the waves of bodies just added to the surging sensations within him. He lifted his arms over his head, moving with the rest and letting the pulse take him.

He brought an arm down behind him, and snaked it around Yuki's neck. With a goofy grin plastered to his face, Shuichi looked over his shoulder at Yuki and leaned back into him - pressing his backside firmly against his lover's crotch. He could feel Yuki's gasp against his hair, and his growing erection against his ass. Shuichi continued to move with the music, bodies pressing randomly against him and Yuki's hand sliding up to rest under his shirt.

If anyone told Yuki that going to a show could be this much of a turn on, he would have thought them crazy. Yuki watched the singer strutting on stage, playfully running a finger down his flat stomach to brush across his groin as he belted out his lyrics. The audience was insane, and he noticed more than one couple getting intimate in the chaos. Shuichi was more worked up by this than he would have ever imagined, and he could feel lust flowing off him in waves. Every movement Shuichi made was making him moan deep in his throat and he didn't mind, any sound he made was lost in the din. He pulled his lover closer, running his fingers over smooth flesh while grinding against him. With his other hand he found Shuichi's erection and stroked it through the fabric of his jeans, pleased when Shuichi pressed into his hand - never stopping his movement to the music.

Song after song throbbed through the club, bodies thrashing and people screaming for more. This was the most exquisite foreplay Yuki had ever experienced. His body was aching for release and he was sure Shuichi felt the same. They were completely anonymous in the crowd, but still one with them. The music ended suddenly, but the place stayed dark. People were screaming for more in the lull with tones of complete desperation.

Shuichi turned to face Yuki, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing close. "Do you want to stay for the encore?" Shuichi asked before running his tongue over Yuki's lower lip. "It could get interesting."

Yuki arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Really?"

Before Shuichi could answer, another song filled the club and the dance continued. Shuichi didn't turn around, but remained facing his lover, grinding seductively against him as the heavy bass vibrated through him. Shuichi could care less who watched, he would never see any of these people again. Pressing his mouth against the side of Yuki's neck, he teased the skin with his tongue as he snaked a hand into Yuki's pants.

Yuki moaned out loud, lowering his head against Shuichi's. He kept one of his arms firmly around his lover's back holding him in place, but easily slid his free hand into Shuichi's jeans. The raw and dirty feel of the music matched their interlude perfectly. Bodies were pressing against them on all sides, swaying them along with the throng as they pleasured each other.

It didn't take long before Shuichi threw his head back and cried out with his orgasm. The sight alone was enough to propel Yuki over the edge. They clung to each other, panting as the band finished it's final song and the houselights came up. They weren't allowed much time to catch their breath as people moved out of the club and carried them along like a wave.

Before they knew what happened, they found themselves outside in the crisp night air. Shuichi leaned against Yuki who held a comforting arm around him as they made their way back to the hotel. They walked in silence, basking in the afterglow of such a bizarre and amazing experience.

Yuki kissed the top of his lover's head and realized that he really did love this man. It was quite a responsibility to love so deeply, but maybe it was time to give into it. He and Shuichi needed to talk - not tonight, tonight had been almost magical, but tomorrow for sure. They needed to talk, and from there... from there they would have to see.


A/N: Continued with next kiss.