Disclaimer 1: I don't own Gravitation, etc., etc., etc.
Disclaimer 2: The song Jericho is written by Joni Mitchell and I assume she owns the copyrights to it.
Jericho ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
//I'll try to keep myself open up to you That's a promise that I made to love When it was new //
Yuki paused, frowned, and then rubbed his temples. He had a vicious headache and couldn't think straight. He didn't have time for headaches! His next manuscript was due altogether too soon.
He grabbed his empty water glass and started to the kitchen to get some aspirin for his headache. He paused in the living room doorframe.
// "Just like Jericho," I said, "Let these walls come tumbling down" //
Yuki sighed at the sight of the half-naked boy on the couch. He was curled up tightly into a ball, only partially covered by the blanket.
//I said it like I finally found the way To keep the good feelings alive I said it like it was something to strive for. //
Yuki leaned on the wall and watched Shuichi breathe, his fine frame rising and falling gently. The boy's hair was tousled, stray locks in his face. Yuki itched to smooth is, to feel the silky locks in his fingers.
//I'll try to keep myself open up to you And approve your self-expression I need that, too-- //
Yuki looked longingly at Shuichi's sleeping for which was usually so alive and vivid. "Even when I cause you pain," Yuki said softly, "You're still so passionate... about everything."
Yuki tore himself away from the lovely sight and went to the kitchen. He rummaged around in the cupboards until he found the aspirin bottle.
//I need your confidence baby And the gift of your extra time In turn I'll give you mine Sweet darling, it's a rich exchange it seems to me It's a warm arrangement! //
Yuki gulped down pill and water, then grimaced. He looked at his watch: 4 o'clock in the morning. 'Doesn't look like I'll be getting much more done tonight,' he though wearily.
//Anyone will tell you Just how hard it is to make and keep a friend //
A small moan reached Yuki's ears. He went into the living room and found Shuichi shivering in his sleep, only it wasn't quite shivers... Yuki took a few steps into the room.
"No, don't! Yuki? Don't do that! Help me Yuki!" A small, strangled sob erupted from the singer's throat. "Tohma, don't make Yuki leave me here alone!" A tear trickled down Shuichi's face, made visible by the late moon glow coming in the big windows.
//Maybe they'll short sell you Or maybe it's you, Judas in the end When you just can no longer pretend that you're getting what you need Or you're giving out anything for them to grow and feed on. //
Yuki knelt by the couch and brushed back Shuichi's hair. He pulled the blanket snug around the pink haired sleeper.
//I'll try to keep myself open up to you It gets easier and easier to do //
Yuki leaned forward and kissed Shuichi gently on the left cheek, the right cheek, then the mouth. He lingered on those perfect, rosy lips for a moment.
//Just like Jericho Let these walls come tumbling down now Let them fall right on the ground //
Shuichi's eyes opened. Yuki jerked his head back like a child with a burnt finger. "I didn't know you were awake. Goodnight." Yuki tried to beat a hasty retreat.
"No! Please don't go!" Just as Shuichi spoke, he grabbed a bit of Yuki's loose blue house pants. "Can't you stay a while? That was... nice." Shuichi blushed furiously.
"Getting presumptuous now, are we?" Yuki asked coldly, mask back in place. Shuichi's lip quivered and he got a bit pale.
"I-- I-- Goodnight."
//Let all these dogs go running free The wild and the gentle dogs Kenneled in me. //
Yuki scooped Shuichi up into his arms. "Baka," he chided. "You've been gone all week." Yuki carried Shuichi to the bedroom and kicked the door shut.
Fin.
Disclaimer 2: The song Jericho is written by Joni Mitchell and I assume she owns the copyrights to it.
Jericho ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
//I'll try to keep myself open up to you That's a promise that I made to love When it was new //
Yuki paused, frowned, and then rubbed his temples. He had a vicious headache and couldn't think straight. He didn't have time for headaches! His next manuscript was due altogether too soon.
He grabbed his empty water glass and started to the kitchen to get some aspirin for his headache. He paused in the living room doorframe.
// "Just like Jericho," I said, "Let these walls come tumbling down" //
Yuki sighed at the sight of the half-naked boy on the couch. He was curled up tightly into a ball, only partially covered by the blanket.
//I said it like I finally found the way To keep the good feelings alive I said it like it was something to strive for. //
Yuki leaned on the wall and watched Shuichi breathe, his fine frame rising and falling gently. The boy's hair was tousled, stray locks in his face. Yuki itched to smooth is, to feel the silky locks in his fingers.
//I'll try to keep myself open up to you And approve your self-expression I need that, too-- //
Yuki looked longingly at Shuichi's sleeping for which was usually so alive and vivid. "Even when I cause you pain," Yuki said softly, "You're still so passionate... about everything."
Yuki tore himself away from the lovely sight and went to the kitchen. He rummaged around in the cupboards until he found the aspirin bottle.
//I need your confidence baby And the gift of your extra time In turn I'll give you mine Sweet darling, it's a rich exchange it seems to me It's a warm arrangement! //
Yuki gulped down pill and water, then grimaced. He looked at his watch: 4 o'clock in the morning. 'Doesn't look like I'll be getting much more done tonight,' he though wearily.
//Anyone will tell you Just how hard it is to make and keep a friend //
A small moan reached Yuki's ears. He went into the living room and found Shuichi shivering in his sleep, only it wasn't quite shivers... Yuki took a few steps into the room.
"No, don't! Yuki? Don't do that! Help me Yuki!" A small, strangled sob erupted from the singer's throat. "Tohma, don't make Yuki leave me here alone!" A tear trickled down Shuichi's face, made visible by the late moon glow coming in the big windows.
//Maybe they'll short sell you Or maybe it's you, Judas in the end When you just can no longer pretend that you're getting what you need Or you're giving out anything for them to grow and feed on. //
Yuki knelt by the couch and brushed back Shuichi's hair. He pulled the blanket snug around the pink haired sleeper.
//I'll try to keep myself open up to you It gets easier and easier to do //
Yuki leaned forward and kissed Shuichi gently on the left cheek, the right cheek, then the mouth. He lingered on those perfect, rosy lips for a moment.
//Just like Jericho Let these walls come tumbling down now Let them fall right on the ground //
Shuichi's eyes opened. Yuki jerked his head back like a child with a burnt finger. "I didn't know you were awake. Goodnight." Yuki tried to beat a hasty retreat.
"No! Please don't go!" Just as Shuichi spoke, he grabbed a bit of Yuki's loose blue house pants. "Can't you stay a while? That was... nice." Shuichi blushed furiously.
"Getting presumptuous now, are we?" Yuki asked coldly, mask back in place. Shuichi's lip quivered and he got a bit pale.
"I-- I-- Goodnight."
//Let all these dogs go running free The wild and the gentle dogs Kenneled in me. //
Yuki scooped Shuichi up into his arms. "Baka," he chided. "You've been gone all week." Yuki carried Shuichi to the bedroom and kicked the door shut.
Fin.