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Roughly gentle love
The way he was running his hands through his beautiful blond hair was so adorable.
The way his glasses were perfectly fitting his face, making it even more beautiful.
The way the said glasses were hiding mystical eyes was so challengeable.
His eyes…
His eyes were clouded but still they were bright.
They were the contrast of the same person.
Sometimes cuddly, sometimes cold and distant.
He was excentric.
The way he was holding a cigarette in his long fingers was so…sexy.
The way the cigarette was hanging out of his mouth was so…sexy, as well.
And his lips were so tempting.
His delicate eyebrows…
His entire body…
All of these indicated to one and only…
Eiri Yuki.
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"I want you." said the boy, they were sitting on Eiri's couch.
"You won't get me, brat!" said Eiri.
"Oh, yes, I will. And you know that. I love you, Eiri."
"No, you don't brat. You're too young to know how to make difference between love and lust." said Eiri coldly.
That made Shuichi mad and near tears, of course, but he didn't make a scene.
He held his tears.
"I will prove you you're wrong, Eiri. First I will get you, then I will prove you I love you."
"Ok, brat. But don't cry when you fail." said Eiri, standing up, opening the door so Shuichi could get out.
Shuichi obeyed, kissing his lover for goodbye.
'This relationship just doesn't have any sense…This kid…", thought Eiri. 'But still, there is something strange about him that made me fall in love with him. He's so stubborn.'
He lightens his cigarette, lying sown on the couch. 'Maybe I should give him a chance…Just to see what he will do.'
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Love is blind sometimes.
Shuichi knew the task was tough.
He couldn't even think of something that could impress his cold hearted lover.
He was writing him so many lyrics, but Eiri…He was just nodding, saying nothing.
Underestimated his work.
"Throughout those lyrics was whole my soul, Eiri." whispered Shuichi while walking through a park.
It was night, the sky was clear, the stars were bright.
And he was cursing his destiny.
He never, never wanted to fall in love with a guy.
He never, never wanted it to be Eiri Yuki, the cold hearted romance novelist.
But the facts were telling the other story.
And Shuichi was waiting the day Eiri would open his heart and let his young lover in.
"I need you…" Shuichi whispered to the sky.
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Eiri was resting on the couch, laptop in his lap.
He was typing another chapter of his newest book.
The cigarette smoke was spreading in spirals through the whole living room.
It was kind of sexy, the way smoke was curling and heading to the ceiling.
The dance of the smoke…
Shuichi would like to see Yuki dance for him in an exotic rhythm, just like the said smoke.
It was twisted, but it was essential analogy.
A doorbell.
Eiri reluctantly placed his laptop on the coffee table, standing up to open.
He rolled his eyes when seeing Shuichi.
"What do you want, brat?" he asked, uninterested and annoyed.
"I want to show you something." said the boy.
Shuichi enters the room.
"I will show you some rough love, Yuki. And you will beg for more." he said, pushing Eiri hard.
Eiri sat on the floor, his bottom was hurting him like a hell.
It was a nasty fall.
Shuichi sat in his lap, both legs on the other side of Eiri's lap.
He pinned Yuki on the floor, Yuki's hands above his head, held by Shuichi's.
Shuichi didn't give a second of time to Eiri to think, he crushed their lips immediately.
As their lips became one, Shuichi nibbled roughly Eiri's bottom lip, making it bleed.
Eiri moaned but didn't protest.
It was the strange mixture of joy and pain.
He liked it.
Shuichi released his swollen lips and started ravishing Yuki's long pale delicate neck.
"Brat, stop…"
But Shuichi was already def to hear anything.
Eiri wanted to stop himself from giving in, but couldn't resist.
Shuichi knew he was losing control over his own actions, totally screwing up the plan he has been making for days.
He unbuttoned Eiri's shirt, tearing up the buttons.
Pictures of rape flashed in his eyes.
Eiri remembered…
And it was horrible.
Like he was going through it the second time.
"Shuichi…" he whispered weakly, but Shuichi continued ravishing his chest.
"I will take you."
It was cruel, that abstinence Eiri has been making for weeks.
Six weeks without sex and it was driving Shuichi insane.
He loved Eiri too much and he couldn't cheat on him.
He wanted to show the blonde that he can be seme as well.
He wanted to show him how much he missed him, wanted him,..
"Shuichi, stop…" he was begging silently.
He was trying to push him away.
He wasn't enjoying anymore.
"Shuichi…"
Finally Shuichi stopped, looking at him from above.
Eiri's eyes were wet, a single tear streaming down his beautiful cheek.
"What is wrong?" asked Shindou, concern on his face.
"Please, just stop…" whispered Eiri, looking aside in shame.
"You don't want me? Why?"
But Eiri said nothing.
Shuichi stood up, disappointed and angry.
He couldn't understand.
"Who is the person you're screwing?" he asked coldly.
Eiri looked at him, not feeling need to justify his previous action or abstinence, but he said anyways:
"Nobody."
A simple reply that should tell everything Shuichi should know.
But Shuichi couldn't read between the lines, he was too much impulsive.
"I know you don't love me, Eiri. I'm just your toy, isn't it? I've always been one." he lowered his head, trying to hide tears and disappointment.
Eiri remained silent, even causing the chance Shuichi accept his silence as affirmation.
"I…You always say I'm unskillful. Yet I'm writing you the most beautiful lyrics, I give you my soul, whole my heart…I just wanted to show you how much I'm actually skillful. At least when talking about sex." Shuichi moved strands of hair from his own sad eyes. "But I guess I was making fool of myself all the damn time." he grabbed his jacket, heading to the door. "I presume it's over, isn't it? It had never begun."
Eiri let him go.
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Flashbacks of his past didn't let him sleep, write, do anything.
Shuichi woke up in him something forgotten, opened the healed wound.
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TBC