AN: This is going to be a series of snippets expanding over the course of Yuki and Shuichi's lifetime. I don't plan on any chapter being much longer than a page, most likely no longer than 3 at the very most. On a side note, this is written solely for me. This is my view on how they live out the rest of their lives, and instead of making it a long fic, I'm merely taking snippets of it and writing them out whenever I see fit. No it won't all be fluff or romance, but that' just how I decided to start it out; I plan on having a healthy dose of angst along with it.
I don't know when this will be finished, I don't know when I'll have the next chapter up, I'm writing this in my spare time between school and other writing projects. C&C is always appreciated, so please review
Also, this has been posted at Gurabite, I'll be uploading the chaps here regularly until I reach what I have uploaded there.
Posted: Dec. 6, 2004

Moments of Life
Part One

Shindou Shuichi peeked into the study that his blonde lover, Yuki Eiri, was currently in, sitting at his desk and typing away at his laptop. He smiled to himself and headed in silently, setting the cup of hot green tea on the desk before moving behind the chair and running his fingers through the author's hair. Yuki had let it grow out over the past couple months so it looked a bit messy, but appealingly so.

Noticing the brief pause in typing, he fought back a soft laugh and let his hands move down, stroking the neck and shoulders and gently massaging them. He loved quiet moments like these. Over the past few years he'd become more and more dependent on these times, the peace and contentment he felt soothing his soul and calming his perpetually rambunctious spirit. He was taller now, standing only a few inches shorter than Yuki after a growth spurt when he'd hit 21. He'd had his 22nd birthday not too long ago, having dyed his hair a dull, dark red with black undertones the day before. He was still amused at the reaction he'd gotten from everyone, since he'd done it on a whim. K had threatened to kill him until the fans had shown they more than liked it.

Yuki had seemed to be pleased with it, too, even going so far as to say it made him look more mature. Shuichi agreed, having begun to think the light pink was getting a bit old, not to mention it made him look like he was trying to look younger than he was. With the red and black he still had a relatively unique and symbolic look – at least he thought so. The red took the place of the pink, keeping the innocent aspect but with less naïveté; and the black was the knowledge and maturity he'd gained.

He sighed softly, tilting his head and continuing to move his fingers over Yuki's shoulders, idly watching the words forming behind the cursor on the laptop monitor. When the older man finally paused some minutes later and reached for the tea, Shuichi grinned and slid his hands down Yuki's chest, resting his cheek against the side of the blonde's head. "Na, Yuki," he purred.

"Hmm?" the novelist hummed in response, taking a sip of the tea.

The singer smiled and tilted his head to nuzzle behind Yuki's ear. "Love you," he whispered, briefly tightening his arms around the other male. "What do you want for dinner?" he asked.

"Whatever," came the indifferent reply.

"Spaghetti?" Shuichi asked hopefully, knowing it wasn't at the top of Yuki's favorite foods. "I'll make the garlic cheese bread you like," he added.

Yuki nodded faintly in response. "Sounds good," he replied, reaching up to brush the back of his fingers against the younger male's cheek.

A soft sigh escaped Shuichi at the light touch, tilting his head into it momentarily before slowly straightening and pulling away. He was on his way to the door when a firm grip on his wrist stopped him, causing him to glance over his shoulder questioningly. His violet eyes met amber and locked, not resisting as he was pulled closer. "Yes?" he drawled quietly when their faces were mere centimeters apart.

The singer was answered by soft lips moving against his and he immediately responded in kind, his eyes falling closed as he melted into the kiss. There were no tongues teasing each other or needy passion, nothing more than lips against lips; but it still sent ripples of emotion through the singer with the heartbreaking gentleness of it. He savoured these kinds of kisses, longed for them, loving and hating the way they seemed to tear him into pieces and reconstruct him just a bit differently every time.

They broke apart after an eternal minute, drawing a soft whimper from Shuichi at the break of contact as his eyes fluttered open. He grinned after a moment and placed a wet kiss on Yuki's cheek before heading to the kitchen, humming softly in tune of his lover's "I love you" as he cooked.