Disclaimer: Gravitation © Maki Murakami and not me. :(
AN: I was sick as a dog last week with some unnamed viral infection and as I lay in bed, coughing fit to die with a fever that could boil eggs, a thought came to me: Why don't you write a Gravi fanfic about Eiri being sick? One that's not full of sugary fluff that makes you want to puke more? And so, this little story was born. It's my first attempt at something not angsty or serious in a while, so...I really hope I don't fall flat on my face with this. Ha. Enjoy.
The Sure-Fire Cure
Prologue: Contamination
He took a very slow drag, his eyes automatically closing as the nicotine invaded his senses. Eiri loved his cigarettes. Leaning onto the railing of his balcony, he blew out a nondescript puff of grey smoke, then pulled the stick away from his mouth to shake off the extra ash at the tip. There was something comforting about cigarettes that made you ignore the blatant warnings of cancer on every box... Eiri liked the fact that smoking was mindless, and he could drift into thoughtless white space whenever the nicotine was in his system. Nicotine buzzes were bliss incarnate.
It was still warm enough in the autumn for him to smoke outside—he usually preferred smoking indoors, but the cigarette always tasted a little fresher when he took the extra effort to go out. And sometimes even he got a little claustrophobic staying in the same apartment day in and day out. Taking another long drag, he stared blankly at the building across from him and tongued the stick in his mouth. The atmosphere was so relaxing... and a nap started to sound especially appealing.
The sound of a key turning the lock reached his ears a moment later and he groaned, although his lips twitched upward involuntarily. He dashed his cigarette butt on the concrete railing and exhaled, watching the last of the smoke get carried away by the slightly cool breeze.
"Yuuuuuki!" came the voice at the door. Eiri closed his eyes again, breathing in the fresh air; anticipating the end to his serene moment and trying to cherish it as it passed. "Yuuuuu...ki?"
Shuichi stepped onto the balcony, staring quizzically at his lover with a playful smile on his face. "Yuki, you never go outside! Why are you here?"
"Trying to enjoy my last moments of peace and quiet before you got home," he grumbled back, voice not unkind. He turned around to face Shuichi, his elbows backed against the railing. "Welcome back."
Shuichi beamed, his cheeks flushing as he proceeded to attack Eiri and almost push the both of them over the balcony. "I'm home!"
"I can see that," Eiri said caustically, rolling his eyes. He kissed Shuichi on the forehead softly. "It seems a little early for you to be back, however." Shuichi brightened at this statement and at the gentle treatment being bestowed upon him. He never let Eiri's nicotine buzzes go to waste.
"Well, Hiro couldn't come today because he came down with some crazy virus infection or something that involves a lot of coughing and headaches and we thought that we could carry on without him because Suguru can sort of fill in for him on the synth—we're working on parts for a new song that I wrote last week, remember I told you about that?—and then he started getting a really bad fever in the middle of practice so K decided that there was no point in me staying there since Suguru had to go home and so here I am!" Shuichi pulled away from Eiri and struck a Superman© pose while laughing maddeningly, showing no signs of tire from his breathless monologue. "I have an immune system of STEEL! It's been years since I've been sick!"
"Right, right," Eiri said exasperatedly, rubbing his eyebrows to fight an oncoming headache. By all means, he was used to this burst of energy by now. It didn't necessarily mean he had grown to handle it properly, however. He unconsciously reached for another cigarette in his shirt pocket and stuck it between his lips. This, he had found, was a relatively good way of avoiding headaches. It also prevented him from yelling at Shuichi, which he was prone to do, but never really enjoyed. Shuichi's mouth formed a round 'o' at the sight of the cigarette, and he promptly pulled it away from Eiri's mouth.
"Brat," Eiri spat, his temper vexed. "Give me my cigarette back."
"Baaaaad Yuki," Shuichi sang, pocketing the stick in his tight jeans. "Chainsmoking is horrible for you!"
"But I can't think of anything more irritating than having to deal with you when I'm not good and drugged," the older man countered irately. "Now give it back already, you idiot child, before I take it back myself." Shuichi grinned at the threat and leaned in close to his lover, blue eyes meeting yellow-green. His arms snaked around Eiri's neck as he licked his lips slowly. Maybe a little seductively.
"I can think of better ways to occupy your mouth," he said slyly, planting a sensual kiss at the taller man's collarbone. Eiri froze as his anger subsided...only for his sex drive to kick in at full force. Damn Shuichi for playing the only card he really has. "And maybe you could...attempt to get your cigarette back in the process." The pink-haired boy slowly grinded his hip to Eiri's as the other man took in a slight breath. "What do you th—"
Eiri dove into his mouth, his hands coming up on either side of Shuichi's face as he mindlessly let out a murmur of pleasure. They remained on the balcony for a little while, Eiri's hands wandering to Shuichi's behind as he pressed the smaller man's groin against his—"God, you are such a little whore"—before Eiri finally broke off the action, Shuichi mewling in disagreement.
"Don't whine," the blonde said huskily, his eyes boring into his lover's. "We're taking this into the bedroom."
"Yuki..." Shuichi moaned as Eiri grabbed his wrists, kissing freely at his neck and the top part of his chest. Eiri smirked as he slowly pushed the singer inside.
"I still have to find that cigarette, you brat, and I think it'll make it a lot easier top find if your pants are off."
Off went the amorous couple to their bedroom, unaware that a more sinister evil was about to befall them...or should we say him?
to be continued.
It'll get funnier, I promise! I still remember how to be funny...I think. :)
Limey