Not mine. Just wanted to write something, since it's been forever since I posted anything, and I was inspired by another story I just read. Well, actually, inspired is the wrong word. I just read one where Yuki sneaks up on Shu, and Shu seems quite happy to comply, and I found it highly unrealistic. Sooo... here's this. I, like, just wrote it in 15 minutes, so I hope it's okay.
It was easy to forget.
Shuichi was different from Eiri. Well, that was understatement, but sometimes the writer forgot just how different they were. Sometimes he forgot that the singer's smiles weren't all happy.
Sometimes he forgot that even Shindou Shuichi carried marks within him.
It was late afternoon. Entering the apartement, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. Passing the open door on his way to the bedroom, he saw his lover preparing himself for a shower, apparently unaware that Yuki was home.
The blonde stopped to watch as Shu tugged his tank top off to reveal a smoothly tanned back, followed by his shorts. Yuki fidgeted, and a smirk wasn't the only thing that was growing on him. His eyes moved hungrily over the small man as he padded quietly into the bathroom.
Coming up behind the oblivious singer, Eiri snaked one arm around his waist. The other grabbed the boy's shoulder as he attacked the delicious-looking neck below him.
He'd expected surprise, of course, and a little resistence at first. What he didn't expect was for Shuichi to scream, bucking violently under his hold. He struggled against Yuki's grasp as though his life depended on it, crying out in apparent distress as he tried despretely to free himself of constraint.
The author stepped back quickly in surprise, allowing the boy to turn and get a good look at him.
Shu's eyes were wide and frightened, tears falling silently down his cheeks. His chest heaved as his breathe came in short gasps. He stared wildly at the blonde.
"Yuki," he gasped, wiping furiously at his eyes. His entire body was trembling now.
Cursing himself ten types of baka, Yuki reached out to the young man. How could he have forgotten? How could he have snuck up on the singer like that and forgotten all about his experiences with Aizawa.
Yuki never did get to have Shuichi that night like he wanted. Instead, he spent the night trying to calm the shaken boy who hovered on the edge of a panic attack. Stroking his strawberry hair as he shivered and whimpered, apologizing over and over for what he'd done to Eiri and how he was acting. The blonde said nothing, only pulled his songbird closer and hoped his actions said what he couldn't.
That he was sorry.
That he understood what Shuichi was feeling.
That even he could forget. Even he could be fooled by Shindou Shuichi's smile. And he was sorry he had ever forgotten that even angels can be scarred.