Title: 2 Kinds Of Keyboards
Author: AkiyaRae
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation in any way shape or form
Warning: Nothing that my stories don't already dictate, for those unfamiliar with my writings this generally means smut and I mean slashy flashy xXx smut
Rating: xXx
Blurb: Eiri thought he would be content with a vocalist, till he seen those hands wreak beautiful havoc with a keyboard so different from his own.
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Shuichi Shindou, pink haired idiot and vocalist for the band Bad Luck had decided to take his friend and keyboardist home with him to show him the new song he was currently working on, he wanted Suguru's honest opinion.
Suguru Fujisaki, talented musician and employed by Tohma Seguchi to play keyboards and synthesizers for the band Bad Luck entered the large dwelling.
Shuichi's current lover Mr. Eiri Yuki was a romance novelist, Suguru knew this well. After all he was the Tohma Seguchi's cousin, and when he was little Tohma used to tell little Su-chan all about his romantic escapades with the Uesugi boy.
That was before Kitazawa. Yes, Suguru knew all about that too, from Tohma who had thought he was too young to understand, but he was. He was old enough to understand, he understood everything his adoring cousin had told him. And although they had shared a brief relationship, all that was gone now Tohma had abandoned him to pine after a man he'd never have.
A man who was just behind that door. Shuichi had gone to the bedroom to get his scribbled lyrics leaving Suguru to his own devices for a few moments. The keyboard that sat in the corner of the lounge was just barely passable as an instrument at best. The keyboardist practically glared at it. It was any wonder how Shuichi managed to even make the original backing for Rage Beat with that inferior piece of junk.
He walked up to the instrument and switched it on. It made a familiar and not entirely unwelcome humming sound. Suguru had been so distracted by switching and fiddling with the keyboard he had not heard the door of the study open as Eiri went for another cup of coffee. He placed his hands down on the keys unaware that the volume had been set to its max and that the amplifier that it had been hooked up to.
"What the fuck!" He had heard that. Suguru spun around to see an extremely irritated blonde, with a vigorously annoyed look in golden eyes. But once they noticed that it wasn't Shuichi who had made the noise they had softened slightly.
"My apologies Mr. Uesugi." Suguru said bowing slightly flustered. "I didn't mean to startle you, I had no idea it was up that loud." He bowed again for effect before standing and smiling listlessly. Yes, he knew he was turning more and more into Tohma each day but he couldn't help it.
"It's fine I thought you were the damned brat." Eiri sighed and continued on to the kitchen. Suguru turned back to the keyboard and turned the knob down that controlled the volume. Shuichi returned around this time.
"Here they are!" He yelled excitedly pushing the lyrics into Suguru's face. Brown eyes descended onto the piece of paper that had clearly been torn from a sketch book. He read them over quickly before quirking a brow.
"I still think Mr. Eiri is right, you have zero talent." Shuichi's face screwed up for a moment before he threw his head back and started to cry.
"Stop crying to damn brat!" Shuichi heard in unison from two voices. He stopped immediatly to look at Suguru then at Eiri then back again. Suguru looked at Eiri a moment before glaring back at Shuichi.
"Just sing the damn lyrics." He said putting a hand on his head, he knew he was probably going to have a headache by the end of the day. Eiri watched as Shuichi began to sing, at first he glared before his look softened again as he looked at a very irritated young teen. Actually, Eiri thought as a smirk graced his features, a very CUTE and irritated teen.
Suguru sighed when they were done, musical notes running emphatically through his mind. To thispoint he had not noticed that Eiri had not yet returned to his study, or that golden orbs still followed his lithe body as he took a place at the run down keyboard muttering something about how he will bring his synth next time. Not that there would be a next time.
Eiri himself didn't know why he was looking at the boy, he was a good 6 or 7 years younger than himself but, there was something about the way his still growing body looked as he moved in time to the beat of well trained fingers. Something about that green hair that looked so dark it would swallow him completely. But it was those eyes, so much like Tohma's in their shape and form at the same time they were chocolate brown, deep and never ending. And unlike Tohma's they held the warmth and innocence that only a pure soul could house.
As the keyboardist played his music, the authors eyes continued to roam his lithe body. Shuichi stood by unawares as his boyfriend stood unabashadly staring at the keyboardist of his band.
Eiri didn't care, he had had enough of the vocalists whining and constant sob-story way of life. If he was caught perving on the other man it didn't bother him. But the fact of the matter remained that Shuchi didn't notice, he was too far interested in what Suguru was doing on the keyboard.
By the time Suguru had left, Shuichi was more than ready to be fucked through the floor. But Eiri shrugged him off and locked himself within his study for a few long arduous hours. By the time Eiri had submerged from the room Shuichi was actually absent from the house.
As weird as it may have seemed the author was thankful for it. The silence was beautiful if not serene. It took his overworked and sluggish mind about ten minutes to conclude he wanted a shower.
He grabbed his towel and let his thoughts fly as he went about getting ready for said shower. He couldn't stop thinking about that boy that he had seen as a mere child. What was his name again? Such..sug...ah there it was, Suguru. The cousin of Tohma.
He had been a little green haired brown eyed replica of him too. From his attitude to his clothing sense. And yet, little Suguru was a completely different person. He had far more talent on the keyboard than his internationally famous counterpart.
As soon as his body had touched the warm water Eiri's senses had come back to the present. Only realise that not only had he been thinking about the boys talent but he had also been trying to imagine what he would look like naked.
What type of skin lie underneath that well-dressed attire? What texture was the flesh that covered his body? How endowed was he for such a young child?
With a shake of his head Eiri Yuki Uesugi hopped out of his shower, into some clothes and back to his study. He would now punish the brat by ignoring him for bringing such thoughts into his mind. and although he knew it made no sense to blame the brat, it just came so naturally and easily to put the blame on the pink haired fluff ball that this time made no exception.
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A/N: Now you have to wait for the rest you annoying critters.
