Author's Note: Hey all! ^_^ ::waves:: I'm new to Gravi fanfic.
I've only seen up to Episode 10, and I read a really bad
translation of the first manga. ^^;;; But, regardless of not
knowing ~all~ of the story, I'm going to write a fanfic!
Psyche: Oooh! Can I help? ^_______^ Gravi is great for angst!
Eros: Me too, me too! ^______^ Gravi is great for sap!
Thalia: ZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz....
Eros: It seems the Humor muse is asleep.
Uh-oh... I've got a bad feeling...
Psyche: Don't worry! We can write a Gravi fic without humor! ^_^
That's what I was afraid of... ^^;;
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravitation. It belongs to Maki Murakami.
Yeah. So there. :P
Shuichi came home in tears, which wasn't that odd of occurrence
of late. Eiri, typing in his study, almost didn't get up. He
wanted to finish this page, and then he'd go face the sobs and
wails of his lover. He'd hear the same story he'd heard all week,
that Fujisaki Suguru was trying to improve Shuichi's arrangement
of the new Bad Luck single. The young keyboardist was just doing
his job, but he always managed to wound Shuichi's volatile
self-esteem - though whether the insults were intentional or not,
no one could say.
But Eiri knew if he didn't go out there now, Shuichi would come
in ~here~ and hit the wrong key and lock up the laptop before
Eiri could save. He knew this from hard experience. So he saved
his work and shut down the small computer, then got up and walked
sedately to the living room. The pink-haired boy laid face-down
on the longer section of the L-shaped couch, shoulders shaking.
Eiri sighed and went over to him. He placed a large,
slim-fingered hand on Shuichi's head, ruffling his ridiculous
hair. That gesture alone helped the singer compose himself, the
cries subsiding to whimpers.
"Nanda ka?" he intoned in a tired sort of voice,
knowing what the answer would be.
"Fujisaki-kun," Shuichi sniffled. "What else? He's
been ragging on me all week. It's not fair! He can't write music
or lyrics, he just messes with other peoples'."
Eiri's fingers stroked his hair. It was one of the best ways to
calm the emotional storm that was Shuichi. Gradually, the boy
quieted and finally relaxed. When he was quite finished, he
rolled over to look up at Eiri, who still stood patiently at his
side. He caught the blond man's eye and his hand. The latter he
brought down to his lips and kissed, still keeping eye-contact.
In this moment, something in the air changed. The atmosphere
thickened with many tangled emotions. Eiri wanted to jerk his
hand away because the kiss burned. He wanted to dive down and
sear his lips on Shuichi's. He wanted to say something cruel to
drive this living temptation away. He wanted to say ~the words.~
Eiri didn't move or speak. Shuichi held his gaze until he was
afraid of drowning in the blue-violet pools.
"I love you, Yuki," Shuichi told him quietly,
reverently. The phrase, so easily said, cut into Eiri like
razors. "I love you so much."
He held ~the words~ inside, and they hung heavy like blood on his
tongue. His lips closed around them. He couldn't say them. To do
so would jeopardize everything he had worked for. He'd be
stripped naked if he broke his silence. He'd die if he said ~the
words,~ ~those words.~ He was dying even now, when he couldn't
say them.
But Shuichi still stared with those eyes, so pure, so innocent.
He didn't know how it ~hurt~ to be looked at like that. The look
in those eyes made ~the words~ struggle to be free from Eiri's
mouth more than ever. He had to stop them, somehow.
So he bent and kissed his lover's mouth fiercely. Shuichi
responded instantly, wrapping his wiry arms around Eiri's neck.
When he opened his lips to Eiri's probing tongue, the raw heat
and emotion of ~the words~ fell into him. Eiri could tell that
Shuichi felt them, for he became just as fervent and desperate in
his kisses as Eiri.
Two pairs of hands clawed at shirts, fumbled with buttons and
zippers, ran over skin damp with perspiration. Two pairs of feet
followed each other from the couch to the bedroom to the bed. Two
pairs of legs tangled in sheets. Two pairs of lips worked
fervently and tenderly against one another. Two bodies connected
and became one for a shining moment.
Shuichi clung to him after their frenzied love-making. They
panted together, sweaty, sticky, and sated. Shuichi laid across
Eiri's chest, legs interlocked, Eiri's arms encircled Shuichi's
slim straight hips. They were still too electrified with
aftershocks of sex to start drifting off into exhausted sleep.
"I love you, Yuki, love you love you love you," Shuichi
murmured, nuzzling Eiri's neck and punctuating his words with
quick soft kisses near Eiri's ear. They sent ticklish shivers
down Eiri's neck, shoulders, back, and arms.
He squeezed Shuichi tighter.
Someday, he promised silently. Someday, he'd say ~the words~ that
Shuichi could give away as freely as he drew breath.
I Love You, Shuichi.
END
::wince:: Someone please tell me that it's not as bad as I
think...
Thalia: I don't think you should ask your reviewers to lie.
Eros: RRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEWWWWW!!!!!!
