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Author: Koji Sakujin
Title: Shooting Stars
Pairing: Eiri x Shuichi
Rating: 18+
Chapter 1
As the novelist had been sitting upon one of the cushions to his expensive black leather couch, one of his pieces of furniture which seemed to be more valuable than the others, he had sighed to himself softly, now looking up to the old beige looking ceiling. "Damn that kid…eh..how the hell did I get involved with someone as annoying as him anyways..?". The novelist's soft medium cut strands of golden hazed hair had slowly fallen in front of his eyes gently now as he had given yet another sigh of relaxation; Something he had wished for more often. "Y..Yuki?". A light clicking sound of the doorknob being turned could be heard now, followed by a soft thud of the wooden door coming to a close, behind the pink haired boy who had entered now, wearing a white shirt which had been a little too short for him, the zipper down a little bit on it, revealing his smooth young chest, followed by some tight blue jeans which had black leather on the top half of them, cut to the top of his knee, hugging his tight young ass as well. "I'm hoooome!". "Tch…would you cut that out already damnit. You've been "home" for the past three months and I'm getting sick and fucking tired of it. It's annoying.". The pink haired singer had then began stomping his white and blue New Balances against the hard wooden floor now, shaking his fists. " . ! Gah Yuki! I always come home in a happy mood and you have to spoil it every single time! Why aren't you ever in a happy mood, huh!".
The novelist had slowly tilted his head to the right just a little bit, enough to give the pathetic excuse for a singer a blank look. "-.-…Because you spoil my good mood you damn brat. I'm in a perfectly good mood until you get here. Tch…". The singer's eyes had began to tear up just a little bit as the novelist could hear the boy sniffling now, speaking in a low squeaky voice now. "So…are you saying I am just useless? I'm just here to spoil your mood? I…is that it?". The golden strands of hair which had been swaying gently in front of the novelist's eyes now had come to a halt as he glared over at the boy, giving him a serious look, then a surprising gentle smile had began to curl upon his soft pink lips as he continued to look over at the singer. The boy's light pink hair had quickly shifted to the back of his head as he tilted back in a fast motion, now bringing his face forward once more to make sure he was actually seeing the correct expression on the novelist face, thinking to himself now. This can't be right…there HAS to be something TOTALLY wrong here.. "Yuki? So…so…I'm not useless after all!". "No…of course not.".
The novelist had replied back in a gentle voice as he kept the fake smile upon his lips. The singer now hopping over to him, getting on his knees and looking up to him panting like a dog now as he nuzzled his cheek against the other's hand, feeling the smooth texture against his cheek. "Now get to work fuckhole.". Without wasting any time at all, the novelist had kicked the singer in the face with his sock covered feet now, picking his nose with his pinky in the process of doing so. "What the hell Yuki!". "Eh?". The older male had looked down at him glaring now, giving yet another kick to the boy's face. "I said you wasn't useless and that's what you wanted to hear, right? Now get started!". "You…grrrrr….". The singer had grumbled to himself as he had been kicked in the face twice now, looking up to the novelist with those light pink hues, in a pouting manner almost. "A..alright Yuki..". "Heh..".
The singer had slowly eased his hands up the novelist's legs slowly, feeling the soft fabric from his jet black dress pants, edging his way slowly up to the center of his pants, where that bronze colored zipper had been located. The boy had slowly began slipping both of his hands underneath the other's black buttoned up shirt, rubbing his young lithe hands all over the other's smooth chest, now pinching his soft pink nipples lightly. A slight grunt could be heard as the novelist had leaned back a little bit into the couch, feeling his nipples now being pinched gently. "Unn…". The boy had slowly began sliding the right side of his shirt up, exposing the other male's smooth chest, now exposing one of his nipples. "Yu…ki…". A light moan could be heard slipping from in between the singer's young, wet, glistening pink lips now as he had leaned forward just a little bit and placed his lips around the novelist's nipple, flicking his wet pink tongue up and down against it now, gently. "Mmmm.". "Ahhh…".
The singer had given the nipple a gentle nibble, then began slowly moving his tongue down the other's smooth chest, until he had reached his stomach, where he had began placing kisses on very gently, multiple, consecutive times. "Y…Yuki..mmmm…I love you…so..much…". Light smacking sounds could be heard as the boy had continued to plant the oh so lovely kisses upon his smooth stomach, but there had not been a reply after the singer had declared his love. The novelist's head had been tilted back just a little, his golden orbs now focused upon the ceiling as the singer continued what he had been doing. As the pink haired boy had continued kissing all over the novelist's smooth stomach, he could begin to feel the button on his pants being undone now, followed by a light tug at the cold bronze zipper. Before the boy had pulled down the zipper completely, he had looked up to the novelist, with those light pink hues of his, which seemed to be completely entangled within the desire of Yuki's love.