Title: Eiri Yuki's Best-Seller
Paring: Eiri/Shuichi
Rating: M
Genre: Romance, smut
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except from the plot.
Summary: Shuichi comes up with a - in his opinion - fantastic idea. Eiri decides to get down to Shuichi's level for once.
Eiri Yuki's Best-Seller
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Shuichi was suspiciously quiet today, even after Eiri got back from his meeting. After welcoming him back home – in Eiri's opinion, much similar to a puppy wagging its tail at his master's return – like he usually did, he had gone almost immediately back to the bedroom. Eiri didn't mind at all, to be completely honest the singer keeping his distance was a pleasant surprise. The meeting with his editor Mizuki and the publishers had not only been boring but also extremely draining. Shuichi couldn't have chosen a better time to leave him alone.
Eiri didn't understand why his presence was necessary in those meetings to begin with – they all knew he didn't listen to a word they were saying anyway. He wrote the books and received the money, nothing more and nothing less. Mizuki was the one to taking care of the rest.
Still, as he was cutting the vegetables for his improvised noodle dish, his curiosity kept itching like a mosquito bite and making it difficult to focus on his cooking. What was the brat doing? Maybe he was working. He must be doing something important to casually ignore Eiri's presence, especially since Shuichi started working early today so they hadn't seen each other the whole day. To Shuichi it never mattered if he – or Eiri for that matter – had work to do, he would be clinging onto the author like a baby monkey the minute Eiri sat a foot in the house.
When dinner was ready Eiri briefly considered not letting Shuichi know and just eat by himself, so he could enjoy this unusual silence a bit longer. But without realizing it he was already standing in front of the bedroom door, his hand ready to open it.
Shuichi wasn't working as Eiri first thought. He was on the bed, lying on his stomach and not paying Eiri any attention because he was... reading a book? Even at a distance Eiri recognized it; A Memory, a book published this year written by no other than Eiri Yuki himself. It had been nominated for several awards and was so far the best selling book Eiri had ever written – how would he not recognize it?
The question was, why the heck was someone as illiterate as Shuichi reading it?
"Food's done," he said, acting as if he didn't notice Shuichi was practically engrossed in Eiri's book.
Shuichi looked up from the book, a big smile pasted on his face.
"Right-o!" he said before carefully closing the book, treating it with so much respect Eiri had to give himself yet a second reminder that it was no big deal. Shuichi was one of hundreds of thousands of readers. Nothing special at all.
"You know, I was reading your latest book, Yuki," Shuichi said, pausing as he took another bite of his food. Eiri wasn't looking at Shuichi when he spoke, but that didn't stop the younger from continuing. Shuichi could speak Eiri's ears off even if he knew Eiri was trying hard not to listen. "I obviously don't have to tell you your writing is awesome and all, but..."
Eiri raised his head, his beautiful golden eyes looking up at Shuichi with what Shuichi could only assume was confusion. Although Shuichi wasn't sure if Eiri was confused because he stopped talking mid-sentence, which was extremely unlike him, or if he was curious about Shuichi's opinion.
Meanwhile, Eiri was asking himself why the heck he cared about what Shuichi thought.
"But?" Eiri asked, when Shuichi still wouldn't speak up. He could almost see how Shuichi's heart skipped a beat when he realized Eiri was actually interested in his opinion.
However, Shuichi didn't respond right away. Saying stupid things was one of his many talents and it was no secret that saying something to Eiri that he would later regret was something the pink haired boy was constantly trying to avoid. But when not coming up with a decent way to say what he had in mind Shuichi decided to improvise anyway.
"Uh, like, I don't understand the plot?" It sounded more like a question rather than an opinion. "Shiro kills himself because his father-in-law doesn't like him? Isn't he overreacting a bit?"
Eiri's expression went from confused to disbelief. That's when Shuichi realized improvising wasn't a very smart move after all.
Eiri frowned. "That's not why he kills himself," he stated.
"But that's what it says in the book."
"No, that's not what it says because that's not why he kills himself, idiot."
Shuichi took another bite of the chicken on his plate. "Then why?"
"'Why'? I thought you said you read the book. Hana's father – who by the way isn't Shiro's father-in-law – represents the whole village they live in. Shiro doesn't kill himself because the old man 'doesn't like him', he kills himself because everyone, including Hana at the end, don't accept–"
Something in Eiri's mind suddenly switched. Was he really trying to explain his work to Shuichi?
Shuichi was telling him he didn't understand Eiri's book. Shuichi was telling him he didn't understand Eiri's book. The book Eiri spent five years working on, the book that was this year's best-seller, the book that had won several awards and had been praised by numerous of critics all over the world. Shuichi – the boy who wrote love songs like a sixth grader – was telling him he didn't understand that book.
"Why do I even bother?" Eiri mumbled to himself, ignoring Shuichi when he asked what he just said. When receiving no reply, Shuichi only shrugged his shoulders and continued eating; apparently completely oblivious to how he had offended Eiri.
After a few seconds of silence, Shuichi spoke up again.
"So," he started, and Eiri could hear how he forced himself to sound as casual as possible, "I've been thinking… When are you gonna write a novel about us?"
"Never," Eiri replied without missing a beat, barely even letting Shuichi finish his sentence.
"Aw, don't be like that!" Shuichi said and to Eiri's misfortune the singer started to sound dangerously excited. "You don't have to make it obvious you're writing about us. You could write about Euki Yiri and Shu-Dou Shin! Shu-Dou could even be Chinese. They name people like that in China, right? And because you have light hair Euki Yiri could be American."
Eiri knew the best way to handle Shuichi whenever he would get overly excited about something and just keep going and going and going, was to just mute his annoying voice completely. Or at least try.
"But… they don't name people like that in America, do they? How about… Erik Yellow? Erik Yellow sounds American." He looked at Eiri, who was looking down at his plate. "Are you listening?"
"No."
"Hah!" Shuichi shouted in triumph. "You were listening, otherwise you wouldn't have answered! So, what do you think? I know it might sound like a bad idea when I'm the one saying it, but you can totally make something awesome out of it! How romantic would that be? And because you barely even know my dad there's no reason for Erik Yellow to kill himself just because Shu's dad doesn't like him. Your fans won't have to go 'chill your soup, Shiro, don't be so dramatic'. Because unlike Shiro Erik Yellow won't be bipolar or anything. The fans are gonna understand the plot and everything so they're gonna love it!"
Eiri was fighting the urge to strangle the life out of the kid right there and then. Not only was this ignorant rascal completely insulting Eiri's work, but he was also foolhardy enough to suggest something so surprisingly stupid even coming from him. But instead of getting up and murder the brat right on the spot now that there were no witnesses around, Eiri took a deep breath before placing his chopsticks on the table.
Fine, he thought, it won't hurt to go down to his level just this once.
"Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea."
Shuichi almost fell of his chair. "Really?!" he asked and Eiri couldn't help but think even though this moron had extremely limited brain capacity, his stupidity made him kind of cute.
"Yeah, of course. Like you said, the fans would love it. Especially the dirty details."
Now, Shuichi didn't look as confident. He raised one eyebrow sceptically. "Dirty details?"
"You can't really write a best-seller without including the real fun stuff, can you?"
"Uh, I guess…" Shuichi hesitated, as his intuition was telling him the way Eiri was suddenly agreeing with him and, oh, so willingly engaging in this conversation probably meant Shuichi shouldn't continue speaking at all. But, to no one's surprise, Shuichi continued anyway. "Like what?"
"Like when I stick my fingers in your tight a–"
"Wait, what?!" Shuichi interrupted, thankful his mouth had reacted so fast. His face immediately turned bright red. "Oh my God, that's so not what I meant."
"That's what makes a best-seller a best-seller, though."
"I don't recall reading about Shiro doing something like that to Hana!"
Eiri smirked. "But this one is gonna be a book the fans understand, not like the one about Shiro, remember?"
"Well, yeah, but you can't write about our… private stuff," Shuichi mumbled, keeping his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him. "Everyone will know."
"Know what? About those little kitten-noises you make when I bite the inside of your thigh?"
"'Kitten-noises'?! Shuichi repeated, his eyebrows meeting in an embarrassed frown as he looked up to glare at his lover.
"It's a brilliant idea. Who knew a genius was hiding behind that girly façade? I could write about all the times I fuck you so hard you almost wake up on Saturn. And not only in bed…"
"I didn't mean–"
"In the shower too."
Shuichi didn't even know where to look anymore, so he placed his elbows on the table and hid his face in his hands. "Stop it."
"And in the car."
"Yuki, stop it!"
"And in one of the changing rooms of that clothes shop the other day."
"I'm going to leave and you'll be left eating dinner all by yourself tonight!"
"And at NG's."
"Alright, that's it, I'm leav–"
"And at Nakano's place."
Shuichi froze. He immediately looked up from his hands, dropped his jaw and widened his eyes to the size of the two plates on the table. "We do not speak about that incident out loud. Ever. If Hiro ever finds out he'll shoot me with one of K's guns. And K will join him just for the heck of it!"
With that, something in Eiri's eyes suddenly changed. Shuichi couldn't put his finger on what, but the playfulness and arrogance in the older man's eyes immediately faded. His golden, narrow eyes were suddenly looking at him so intensely, almost aggressively. It was a familiar look – Shuichi knew that much – but he couldn't recall from where. The smirk on Eiri's lips widened.
"If he finds out about what? How I was grabbing your hair when you were on your knees sucking my cock?"
"Oh, Christ!" Shuichi groaned.
"Or do you mean when I was fucking you so hard and good you had to bite Nakano's pillow so the others in the living room wouldn't hear you scream?"
Shuichi could feel the embarrassment eating him alive from the inside out. How Eiri could speak such things so casually without even blinking, as if he was talking about the weather, was beyond him.
"Oh, I know," Eiri continued, "you must've meant when I hit you just right and you told me to do it again, but I didn't because you didn't ask nicely. And when I didn't, you tried to push back against my cock, like the little slut you are, but I grabbed your soft little ass – one hand on each cheek – to keep you in place and not let you do as you wanted. Remember how you begged then, Shuichi? Begged me to do it again and not stop."
Shuichi's eyes were shooting daggers at Eiri, but he remained silent. Eiri knew the incident was just as fresh in the boy's mind as it was in his own. It was three weeks ago, when Bad Luck and their psychotic manager decided to celebrate their success in selling a million copies of their new single Glaring Dream. Shuichi had spent the whole day begging for Eiri to go with him and after he had promised to leave Eiri alone for the rest of the day the author agreed. They had all been drinking and enjoying themselves in Hiro's new apartment when Shuichi realized he had a little too much to drink and, with Eiri's help, went upstairs to the bedroom so he could rest for a moment.
Resting, however, was not what happened in that room that evening.
Shuichi suddenly felt his skinny jeans tighten just a little bit.
"Was that what you meant, Shuichi-kun? When I was jerking you off as you were riding me? Bouncing up and down on my cock, doing that thing you do when you tilt you head back?"
Eiri – not being completely sober that evening – had been rough; biting Shuichi's neck, pinching his nipples, squeezing his ass. He had been impatient and not taken his time preparing Shuichi like he usually did, before forcing his rock-hard member inside. "You're so fucking tight", he had whispered in Shuichi's ear, "like a virgin."
Shuichi swallowed when he felt his member twitch inside his pants at each word leaving Eiri's mouth. His hands were shamelessly itching to touch himself.
"You remember it too, don't you?" Eiri teased, loving the way Shuichi squirmed in his chair, silently glaring at him with a mixture of shame and denied lust. "Your greedy little asshole sucking in my whole dick until you were squirting all over yourself."
During that time, Eiri had given Shuichi no time to recover from his orgasm. "I'm not done with you yet," he had said before telling Shuichi to get down on all four again. Shuichi's shaking legs barely had the strength to keep him up when Eiri rammed back into him, one hand grabbing the pink hair to keep him in place. Shuichi had let out a long and strangled moan, proving to Eiri for the millionth time that he was not only vocally talented on stage but also in bed.
"Remember how you licked me clean after I came deep inside you… My cum running down from your little hole, down to your thighs."
"Yuki," was all Shuichi finally managed to say, in a low voice. It was mean to sound like a warning, but sounded like a plead more than anything.
"Your hair a mess, your voice hoarse, your cock leaking, your dirty little asshole ravished… is that what I should write about in my new book, Shuichi?"
"No," Shuichi responded, voice husky.
So, Eiri took the chopsticks in front of him, grabbed a broccoli from his plate and ate it. "Then shut up and let me enjoy food", he said so casually it even surprised himself.
The food was cold by now, but Eiri didn't care. They sat like that in silence for a minute or two before Eiri realized Shuichi wasn't eating anymore. He hadn't taken his eyes of Eiri even for a second. Eiri was about to ask "what?" when he saw Shuichi shift uncomfortably in his chair.
Oh.
"Seems you have a little problem," Eiri teased, that same smirk from before snaked across his lips.
"Shut up!" Shuichi snapped. "You idiot! All I wanted to tell you was you should write a simple and cute novel about us instead about some suicidal, melodramatic kid! But then you had to start talking about that and now I'm sitting here all… all troubled!"
Shuichi was expecting Eiri to snap back at him for once again insulting his book, because that was the reason Eiri started teasing him to begin with. But to his surprise, the author didn't retort with a witty comment and a cocky grin. Instead, Eiri's index finger slowly beckoned Shuichi to approach him.
And Shuichi – as angry and embarrassed as he was – wasn't going to let that invitation slip. Obediently he got up from his seat and did as he was told, all the while awkwardly trying to hide his aching erection with his hands. When he got close enough Eiri grabbed his wrist and pulled him even closer, till the younger was forced to straddle him in the chair he was sitting.
"You know," Eiri said, his nose ghosting over the singer's neck. "The kitchen table isn't on our list yet."
He placed a gentle kiss on the long neck in front of him, before taking the skin between his teeth. Shuichi let out a shaky breath and instinctively moved his head to the side, giving the older man better access to do whatever he pleased. He opened his mouth in a silent moan when he felt Eiri's cold hand sneak its way inside his T-shirt, stopping when it reached his nipple to give it a light pinch. Eiri's free hand made its way up, grabbing a first full of that silky smooth hair and guiding Shuichi's mouth towards his own. Usually Eiri would start off slow, kissing the corner of Shuichi's mouth and licking his bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter.
But this time Eiri did none of that. Instead, he forced his tongue inside Shuichi's mouth, not wasting any time in beginning the dominance.
Just like that time at Hiro's place.
Shuichi might be a brat possessing absurd imagination and coming up with the most ridiculous ideas… Still, Eiri couldn't help but think it was so amusing. The kid was so annoying and so loud and he was in the way of everything most of the time, but he was a colourful little guy. One Eiri didn't regret letting in his life. He wasn't sure if Shuichi knew it or not, but Eiri would never write about Shuichi in that way. For the whole world to see Shuichi the way Eiri saw him – Eiri wouldn't allow that, not even if it ended up being the bestselling book in the history of literature. The fact Eiri was the only one who knew this side of the innocent Shuichi Shindou – all desperate and needy and horny and impatient – did incredible things to Eiri's member.
A weak moan escaped Shuichi's lips. He let his hands ghost over Eiri's clothed chest, his erection pressing harder against Eiri's stomach. His hands found their way to Eiri's collar; slowly unbuttoning the first button and then the second. At the third button Eiri broke the kiss and grabbed Shuichi's wrist so tightly Shuichi let out a low whimper.
"What do you think you're doing?" Eiri said between their lips and when Shuichi opened his eyes he saw that look again, the one Shuichi hadn't recognized earlier. Now, he knew exactly what those eyes meant. "Did I give you permission to undress me, you little slut?"
Shuichi tried to lean forward and continue the kiss, but much to his dismay the hand grabbing his hair yanked his head back, stopping him. He unwillingly let out an audible moan.
There were few things in this world that Eiri loved as much as he loved this. Torturing Shuichi, teasing him, dominating him.
"On your knees," Eiri ordered and it didn't take a second for Shuichi to get up from the blond's lap.
Yeah, it was going to be just like that time at Hiro's place.
A/N: Recently I re-read the manga and watched all anime episodes all over again, which resulted in this: my first proper Gravitation fan fiction! The plot is not very rich, but I hope some of you still enjoyed it! Also, English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes.