30 Kisses Writing Challenge

Title: In a Good Mood

Theme set: Alpha #12

Fandom: Gravitation

Paring: YukixShuichi

Warnings: mild shonen-ai

These will be in no particular order. I'm just writing them at random, whichever theme looks most interesting at the time. .

Yuki was in a good mood.

Shuichi knew this by the lack of clacking keys. It was usually just a dull background noise, now intensely pronounced in absence. It was something Shuichi became accustomed to hearing upon entering the house after a long day of recording, followed by "Do you want to die?" after Shuichi's own boisterous greeting.

Today, however there was nothing but the sizzle and crackle of cooking food in the kitchen. Shuichi checked there first, but, upon finding it empty, shambled down the hall to Yuki's study. He paused there, peeking in through the slightly ajar door.

There sat his lover, slouched in his chair in front of the idle laptop, chin cradled in interlocked fingers. He was staring into the muted glow of the computer screen with a near vacant expression. Yes, Yuki was in a very good mood.

Shuichi, while being bubbly and absent-minded, was very observant. He found that Yuki, as fickle as weather when it came to his emotions, was easy to read by body language. There were so many tiny things, subtle nuances that perhaps only a lover would notice, that gave small inklings to Yuki's current mood. And as Shuichi's lover was a man of almost no words, this was the only indication. The lack of typing coincided with both a light mood and writer's block. And, as Yuki hadn't stolen away to the park to brood, writer's block was out. Plus, Yuki wouldn't have bothered to cook dinner if he planned on leaving the house. So Yuki was feeling content. Shuichi didn't find it strange that Yuki couldn't write when he was cheerful; writing tragic love stories saturated with death and violence in a good mood would be a tough task indeed.

"Yuki?" Shuichi called, rapping on the door. With only a "hn" as response, Shuichi entered, scurrying across the hardwood floor to his love, plopping himself in the author's waiting lap.

"Ugh, I'm trying to write," Yuki groaned, shying away from giggling boy. "You're getting drool all over my shirt."

"You weren't writing," Shuichi complained, indicating the blank screen." He suddenly smiled. "What's got you so happy today?"

"Do I look happy to you?"

Shuichi frowned. "Well…no. But you must be, 'cause the last time I jumped in your lap, you dropped me on the floor."

"That was only because you tried to smother me with your face."

"Yuki—"

And then Yuki's mouth was on his, arms wrapping around Shuichi's lithe body, and Shuichi's retort was lost in a pleasured moan. His fingers found their way to Yuki's silky blonde head, knotting themselves, in the silky tresses. He leaned into Yuki's sweet presence, his breath shallow and warm on his lover's porcelain skin—

And then his backside hit the floor with an audible thump, and Yuki was standing, moving to the door.

"What the hell was that!?" Shuichi shouted, gingerly picking himself up and brushing his pants off.

"I'd be glad to continue, if you really want fried rice for dinner. And by 'fried', I mean 'burnt'." Yuki grinned, pausing with his hand on the doorframe.

Shuichi glared, brushing past Yuki on his way to the kitchen. "Damn you. Even when you're nice, you're mean."

Yuki caught Shuichi's arm. "Relax," he said, gingerly brushed the pink hair away from Shuichi's forehead and planting a tender kiss there.

"Besides," he breathed in Shuichi's ear, and Shuichi could hear the sly smirk playing across his face. "I'm in a good mood today."