Hi Everyone, I'm Baaacccckkkk!!! Shall we take the boys out for another joyride? I am excited to be starting a new story and I hope everyone enjoys it. Please share any criticism or encouragement that occurs to you, or just drop me a line to let me know you're out there.
Warnings: foul language, eventual smut, MaleXMale (all the good stuff...)
As always...I do not own Gravitation, but I do have Yami no Matsuei on layaway.
Eiri approached the entrance of the main ballroom, with the same amount of enthusiasm most people reserve for a colonoscopy. It was the publishing industry's biggest stroke fest of the year. Awards would be flying out left and right, and several of them were sure to hit him. He had tried every excuse in the world to avoid this sycophant circle jerk, and not one even had a chance. He had claimed to have every communicable disease in the world and swore that he only had sneeze once and the entire literary community would be wiped out in the ensuing pandemic, they had threatened to send him in a plastic bubble and sell the story rights to the NHK. He said his entire family had been killed in a horrible accident and he had to meet with the funeral director and negotiate a group discount on the burial, they said they found that interesting since the same thing had happened last year and he had to miss the party so he could build their funeral pyres with his own two hands. Finally he had pulled out his last excuse, If they tried to make him go to this travesty he would commit ritual suicide in order to maintain his self respect and dignity, they said that if he died there was a clause in his last contract that gave them the right to dress his decomposing corpse in a tuxedo and take it to the party to accept the damn awards. Defeat tasted bitter but he swallowed it anyway.
He had also been forced to lie to his brat. He knew it was wrong, and whether anyone would believe it or not, he did feel guilty about it, but the only thing that could make this catered clusterfuck worse was coming here as a couple. All Eiri wanted to do was drink an obligatory glass of champagne, grab his award for "best sex scene written as a dancing metaphor" or "most panty dampening prologue" or whatever the hell he had to smile and act humble about, and then get the hell out as fast as he could. Shuichi loved shit like this though, and if Eiri had brought him he would have been forced to dance and eat and mingle for half the night, all under the watchful eye of about three dozen reporters. Tommorow morning every word they uttered and every move they made would be dissected and analyzed in newspapers all over Japan. Either of them alone made good copy for any paper or tabloid, but whenever they went out together they started a journalistic feeding frenzy. So he had been forced to hand his trusting baka a bullshit story about a business dinner..very boring ...blah blah blah... and Shuichi had just smiled and said "No problem, I am supposed to go to some publicity thing anyway." He had looked down at his feet then and blushed slightly "When we get home maybe we can have some time together..." He looked so cute just then that Eiri couldn't help leaning down and capturing the boy's lips with his own. As soon as the baka left, Eiri felt a bolt of pain shoot across both of his temples and through his gut, and he realized that his conscience had just declared war on him. The only way he could appease it was to swear that he would tell Shuichi the truth as soon as they got home and give him a real apology (and some jewlery, and maybe some flowers, and candy definitely candy...).
Eiri took a glass of champagne, drew in a deep breath and prepared himself to be civil to the army of shmoozing suck ups who were already beginning to surround him. Two hours of acceptance speaches later, just when he thought he might be able to escape soon, he noticed all of the photographers converging on the entrance, jockeying for position. Then there was explosion of activity as all of them began firing at once, trying to get the perfect shot of his brat being escorted into the room by a happily beaming Ryuichi Sakuma.