This is my (almost) first try at writing a fic, and alas, it sucks. So suffer.

series: Gravitation(basically meaning, this'll be YAOI peoples)

disclaimer: If Tohma were mine I'd keep him as my personal bitch, tied to our mailbox so that he could bite the mailsman's leg and eat all the ads.

Love me tender

chapter one

Yuki Eiri woke up to the sound of doorbell. It rang only once, and he instantly knew who it was, though he wasn't sure if the knowledge made him even more reluctant to let the person in question in. After ignoring the silence for a while he grudgingly stood up and went to open the door.

To find Seguchi Tohma standing on his doorstep, smiling slyly at him.

Normally he would have slammed the door shut against the face of whoever was behind it, given the mood he was currently in. But Seguchi had always had some sort of weird power over him, so he just spun around on his heels and headed back to bed.

"There's beer in the fridge, help yourself." he mumbled on his way.

"Why THANK you" Seguchi chirped in response, and instead of going to the kitchen he headed straight towards the bedroom after Eiri. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest.

"What are you doing, sleeping at such an hour?"

Eiri's head was buried in the pillows, and his voice came out muffled.

"I'm sick."

Seguchi laughed a bit.

And daffodils might sprout out of my ass.

"Come off it." At this he pulled the duvet off Eiri with one swift tug.

Bitch.

Dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers, Eiri curled up in a ball while Seguchi made his way to the living room. He settled down on the sofa, throwing his coat(with its somewhat fluffy lapels) across an armrest and started easing his hands out of his black silk gloves, finger by finger. After a while a rather pissed off looking Eiri emerged from the bedroom, fetched himself a beer from the refrigerator and finally plopped down on the sofa next to Seguchi.

"Okay. What the fuck is this shit?" he barked. "I mean, you visiting me once in a while is all fine and dandy but..."

Seguchi's disturbingly long eyelashes fluttered furiously as he quirked an eyebrow in a manner that never failed to freak Eiri out, even when in his most utter state of pissedness. So he decided to shut up for once.

Seguchi's expression softened.

"Is it about Shindou?"

Eiri glared cautiously at him.

He knew Seguchi didn't like Shuichi. Okay, now that was an understatement. Seguchi fucking hated Shuichi. And while it propably didn't actually have anything to do with Shindou, in Seguchi's opinion, Eiri was being wasted on some drooling idiot.

While knowing this, Eiri had serious trouble sorting out his own feelings(assuming he had them, feelings were one thing he would rather have not admitted having, since they didn't go all that well with him being the cold hearted bastard he obviously was). But all this was just normal, seeing as how he still was the same mental and emotional screw-up he'd been most of his life.

Not that Seguchi was any better though. But hey, he was just used to getting what he wanted, regardless the questionability of his means to get it. Besides, he had long since dropped the holier-than-thou attitude, basically because he knew he was one sick fuck.

And he liked being one.

Eiri snapped open the can of beer he was holding in his hands and took a swig.

"It's not like my love life is any of your friggin' business, now is it?"

Seguchi smiled wickedly and reached out his hand to play with one wayward blonde strand.

"Even if it's not, you might as well make it..."

Eiri closed his eyes and inhaled sharply at the soft touch.

Seguchi leaned in closer, and tangled his hand further in the the silky hair at the base of Eiri's skull. With the other he took the beer can out of trembling hands and set it on the TV table, then used it to trace out the line of Eiri's collarbone and brought his lips up to his ear.

"...because you know that's what you really want", he whispered.

Eiri felt like he was choking, and had a sudden urge to get up and the hell away from everything that was going on. Seguchi, however, could sense Eiri's shoulders tensing and leapt to straddle his lap so fast he didn't have any chance of escape. Next thing he knew, there were soft lips on his, prying them apart, hot fingertips gliding along his skin, lower, delving under the waistband of his boxers, smothering weight on his lap, everything he had subconciously missed.

Because he now realized it had never felt the same with Shuichi.

A solitary tear ran down his cheek, and Seguchi instanly licked it off. The sensation of moist heat finally unleashed a desire long since hidden deep in the gloomy basement of Eiri's mind, and suddenly his hands were all over Seguchi, tugging his shirt out of his pants almost violently.

Seguchi grabbed Eiri's wrists furiously and pinned them against the back of the sofa, one on either side of him. When he still kept struggling against the burning grasp, Seguchi's right hand hit him across the face.

Hard.

His eyes snapped open and he froze with pain. Blood trickled down his chin.

Seguchi gently wiped off some of it with his hand and then licked his fingers with a psychotic grin on his reddened lips.

He liked being in control of things.

Then he stood up, retrieved his coat and left, leaving Eiri trembling on the sofa. Just like the last time.

TBC

Yuki is so going to kill me for this>>;

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