A/n: This was really just a moments inspiration that struck me in the middle of the night (literally). I didn't spend much time thinking it out or anything. Literally took me an hour and called it a night. not all that good, i cant really right between midnight and 7am i dont know why i bother trying. anyways, yeah. i was listening to the song and this story just kinda smacked me in the face. i might continue it for a few chapters... you know, one shots about what Yuki likes to listen to... i dont know yet.

So can you guess what the song is?

*Insert disclaimer blahhbidiblahh here*

"Hey Yuki," He tried to ignore. Just keep writing Eiri, just keep writing. But it was no use; the pink-haired ball of curiosity was not going to leave the short-tempered writer alone no matter what. "Yuukkiii!" Shuichi pouted and began to crawl his way onto his lover's lap from his little stool beside the older man's chair.

With the hit of the save button and a deep sigh, the writer took his glasses off and turned to stare at the singer. "What." It was not a question, but a warning that said 'If this is for something as stupid as the last time you stopped me, then shut up before I throw you out the window.' You couldn't blame him, it's not often that the romance author was on a roll; he was just getting to the good part too!

Of course Shuichi was used to Yuki's read-between-the-lines threats and completely ignored it as usual. Instead he went on with business of climbing into Yuki's lap, which was much easier now that the blonde had pushed an extra foot away from the edge of his desk. "Ne Yuki, I've been wondering… Don't you ever listen to music?" he asked as he nudged his way into his lover's arms.

Eiri rolled his eyes, but he was unable to ignore the purring mass of pink on his lap. Choosing to answer his ridiculous question rather than throw him out the window (he was on a roll and far from a deadline, he was in a good mood), he let Shuichi snuggle against his chest and rested his relatively tired arms (you know, from typing) on the other man's back. "Why would I want more noise on top of your racket?" he said blankly. (I said he was in a good mood, I didn't say he was in a nice one, hehe.)

Shuichi pouted. That wasn't exactly the answer he was looking for. He was asking a serious question here! The boy really wanted to know if Yuki ever listened to music. There wasn't any music on Yuki's laptop and Yuki never had headphones in. If the stereo system was ever on, it was because Shuichi was blasting Nittle Grasper. The man didn't have any CDs lying around and Youtube and the radio seemed like an alien concept to him. But how can you live without music? It's… well it's music! A life without music is like a life without breathing! It's not possible and it's certainly not right! So the little one whined, wanting a real answer, "But Yuki! I'm being serious! Don't you ever listen to any sort of music? At all? There must be some song that you like right?"

"I listen to music all the time. You sing all day long and all I ever hear in this house is you singing and that blasted screaming that you love so much." Yuki stated monotonously. He honestly didn't think Sakuma Ryuichi's voice was anything special. He never understood why the brat loved it so much.

"Sakuma-san's singing is not screaming! It's pure magic! But that's not what I mean Yuki! Sure, I'm always playing Nittle Grasper but that's my music. Don't you have stuff that you like to listen to?" Shuichi was determined to know but apparently Yuki was persistent about not telling him. And Nittle Grasper is not screaming! It's sparkly singing! (In the words of Sakuma Ryuichi,)

Yuki took a second to think about it, though he didn't really have to. "Not really, again I don't need racket on top of your noise."

Shuichi pouted. There must be a way to get it out of him. "What about when I'm not around?"

"I savor the silence while it lasts." He stated.

Shuichi's jaw dropped in disbelief. He play punched Yuki's arm and muttered something along the lines of "Jerk," then snuggled back into Yuki's chest. There was a moment of silence and the writer thought his lover had finally let the subject go. He assumed too soon. Shuichi's whining persisted, "Come on Yuki, you must listen to something. Everyone likes some sort of music."

"There is one song…" Yuki smirked/grinned, then returned his facial expression back to the blank glare that he always had on. Should he tell his little hyperactive lover? If he did, he would never hear the end of it. But if he didn't, he would never hear the end of it! Shuichi's persistent personality really makes it hard to decide sometimes.

Shuichi gasped. So there was something! He bounced around in his lover's lap. "What is it? What is it? Tell me! Tell me! I'll learn it and then sing it to you!"

Yuki tightened his grip around his lover, trying to calm him down and keep him in place. "You don't have to learn it. You know it."

"I do? Really? OMG what is it! Teellll meee!" Shuichi was really excited. A song that he already knew! It was awesome! Now he could sing it to Yuki at night before they went to bed. Maybe that way, Yuki wouldn't have nightmares anymore.

"Just listen brat." Yuki grabbed the small remote from on top of his desk and pressed the button that turned on the stereo. Then, with a few more clicks he found his song. Of all the songs in the world, he liked this one the most. He could listen to it over and over again but the edges of his mouth never ceased to curl up into a smile. This was his song and his song only.

The music began to play. Shuichi was anxious to know what the song it was that Yuki actually liked. He heard the first note of the song; it seemed familiar to him somehow. But that wasn't surprising since Yuki said he knew the song already. Then the second, third, and fourth note rang in his ears. He did know this song. He knew this song very well. The pink haired boy's eyes grew wide. This song… His eyes shot up to look at Yuki, to make sure this wasn't a joke and Yuki had clicked to the wrong song or something.

The blonde noticed the violet eyes staring at him with doubt. Yeah, he wouldn't have believed it either if he were the brat. The writer answered his lover's questioning eyes with his trade mark smirk followed by a light peck on the lips. "What's the matter?" he asked mockingly. "Don't like this song?"

Yuki's mocking questions shook Shuichi back into reality. It took him another couple of seconds to take it all in. Yuki liked this song of all songs! It was true! "YUKI!" the singer screamed and legitimately glomped his lover, pushing the chair they were in back against the wall. "Yuki! Oh Yuki! I love you so much! I don't know if you're lying or not but thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He showered butterfly kisses all over his lover's (slightly irritated by the younger man's over excited reaction) face.

When Shuichi's kisses reached the writer's lips, the older man pulled him into an all out French (I don't need to describe it, you all know how it goes with these two). Once they broke away Yuki smirked again, "I'm not lying brat, I do like it." Shuichi's eyes lit up even brighter (if that were possible) but Yuki wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of victory, so he added, "Just a little," Before kissing his lover again to stop the whining and complaints that were bound to come afterwords.

And so they sat there listening to the song again and again as the light of the full moon shined brightly into the room. Every now and then Shuichi would hum along to the melody he knew so well, the melody of their song.

So can you guess what the song is?