"Oh, Eiri!"

At the sound of his name, the novelist groaned. He knew that tone, knew it all too well. His lover was excited about something and it did not bode well for the blonde. Very rarely did an excited Shuichi benefit Eiri, unless it was in the bedroom, and ignoring Shuichi wasn't an option, either. The vocalist had an uncanny knack for getting Eiri's attention when he absolutely wanted it, whether the novelist liked it or not.

'Might as well get it over with,' he groused, pushing his seat back. He'd just gotten to his feet and was heading for the door when Shuichi came bouncing into the room. The singer's eyes sparkled with an untold amount of mischief.

"What is it, you moron? I have work to do," Eiri demanded, his tone unusually gruff. He hated to be interrupted when he was working, and he'd been in the middle of a rather intense scene when Shuichi had called out to him. He also hated it when Mizuki started hounding him about impending deadlines. The vocalist was aware of both of these facts and knew better than to disrupt Eiri. However, there were times Shuichi simply couldn't resist, and Eiri understood that.

At his gruff tone, Shuichi merely smiled at him and took a few steps closer to the novelist. Eiri suddenly felt very nervous, like he was being stalked by some wild and voracious predator instead of his violet-eyed lover. Shuichi's eyes had become hungry and lustful, and it sent delicious little shivers down Eiri's spine. He had to get away, to get out of Shuichi's reach before the singer could act upon whatever impulse the younger man had conceived.

Before he could react, though, Shuichi made his move. In an instant, the writer had his arms full of singer and had a mouthful of what tasted like strawberry milk. Too surprised to do anything else, Eiri swallowed the liquid as heated kisses were placed on his lips and jawline. Slender arms wrapped around his neck and the novelist automatically pulled his lover close for the impromptu make-out session.

Then it was over and Shuichi gave him a wink and a lascivious smirk before bounding out of his office once more, leaving Eiri with his blood boiling and wanting more. A faint smile graced the blonde's features.

His lover could be such a brat sometimes.