It was a dreary day in Tokyo. The rain fell from the sky in fat drops. The city was cold, and the feeling of loneliness hung in the air. And amongst this was a twenty year old pink haired boy, sitting on his window sill feeling very depressed.
Shuichi didn't know what it was about the rain that made him feel this way, but every time rain would fall, he would lose all traces of his normal hyper self, and his heart would feel empty. Looking off into the distance without really seeing what was there, he didn't notice when his lover entered the living room.
Eiri Yuki had walked into the living room braced for his normal glomping, so it came as a suprise when no pink furball attached itself to him. Looking to where the quiet singer sat, he noticed the solem expression on his face. Eiri sighed. Shuichi was always like this when it rained. It made him sad, and dare I say it, dissapointed. Although hewent out of his way to feign disgust, he really did enjoy his lovers frequent and often unnecesary outbursts of affection. It made him feel whole.
After several minute Eiri walked over to the boy and wrapped his arms around him. In a delayed reaction Shuichi slowly turned his head, with a simple, "Oh." "Whats the matter with you?' the writer asked, concern lacing his voice. Onlly half aware shuchi missed the concern and answered "Nothing." It was obviously not 'Nothing' As the singer had said, and today Eiri intended to find out what as wrong with his love. "Your not acting like yourself. You always get like this every time it rains. Why?" Shuichi looked up into the novelists golden eyes, his own violet ones glazed over. His mind was obviously in some far away place. Just when Eiri was beggining to thin his words had not penetrated his lovers skull his quiet response came. "I don't know."
Removing his arms from the boy he wllked over to, and sat on the couch. Lighting a cigarette he took a long drag before immersing himself in thought. Mabye his lover was somee kind of half cat half man hybrid. Mabye he just didn't like rain. Whatever it was it was a fact that Shuichi wasn't himself when gray clouds covered the skys. Eiri didn't like it. Putting out his cigararette and decision made, he stood. He walked over to Shuichi and grabbed the smaller mans arm fiercely.
Succeding in dragging Shuichi to his feet, Eiri the slamed the boy into the nearest wall. Shuichi lookd up after a while, his eyes glossy, slight hints of questioning across his face. That was where the writers plan commensed. Closing his eyes he leaned in close and capturess the singers lips. Shuichi didn't register the fact that Eiri was now kissing him, or the fact that he had inisiated a one sidded battle for dominence, Not reciving a reaction from Shuchi, was now starting to become irritated. Shuichi's heart usualy lept out of his chest when the novelist kissed him, and arrousal was inevitable once his mouth was plunddered. So why wasn't it working now? Despite Shuichi's obvious inattentiveness, Eiri would not give up. He wouldn't rest until Shuichi had been sucessfully brought out of his funk.
Somehow Eiri was able to bring Shuchi to the couch, and uppon arival threw the singer down onto it. He finishe unbuttoning the already half unbuttoned oversized shirt, noting that it was on of his. After removing it from his lovers body he began to roam Shuichi flat stomach and chest with his hands, stopping to play with his nipples. He teased them until they were hard, and while he did this something clicked in Shuchi's head. Gears started turning and he was suddenly he was able to think clearlly. Yuki was on top of him. Yuki was playing with his body. Yuki was stradling his hips. And somthing was digging into his thigh. Shuichi moaned loudly, and Eiri felt Shuichi grow hard under him...
Ok so what do you think. If I on't get reviews I'm probaly not gonna continue. I plan to make this a smut. Thanks for reading.