DISCLAIMER: We are poor. Dirt poor. So poor we could rival the pitiful state of the shanty towns of the Great Depression. The logical conclusion of the sad, sad fact is that we do not own Gravitation; Maki Murakami does.


Chapter One: The Devious Beginning

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Shuichi bounded into the apartment that his drop-dead sexy hunk of man-meat boyfriend and he shared. After gently toeing his sneakers off in the entryway, he skipped down the hallway in search of said drop-dead sexy hunk of man-meat boyfriend, calling out in sing-song, "Yuki! Drop your pants baby; it's your wuv-able, fuck-able, Shu-koi!"

Slowly, as though having been thrown into a horror film, Yuki stopped typing, head turning towards the doorway, heart drumming in his chest. Oh no. He's done something, I just know it.

A shift in the force of his world settled like lead in his gut and he cringed as a happy cry rang out and bounced against the walls, the pitter patter of little feet ran headlong into his study and pounced, filling Yuki Eiri's lap with an adorable bundle of sweet pink-y-ness.

My dick! Biting back a groan the writer shifted his little lover into a slightly more acceptable position, sighing, rather contentedly, when slender arms wrapped around him.

"Shuichi, what did I say about the pouncing?" Maybe if he put a big sign on the door he'd knock next time? No, not likely, he decided, watching the big eyes stare up at him.

"Y-Yu-kiiii," The pinkette whimpered, his lower lip wobbling in sudden sadness. "Yu-ki, I j-just wanted to be – be with you." Hiccups escaped that pretty pink, not to mention plump, mouth.

"Alright, alright!" Swearing revenge on whatever god had decided to plague him with the brat in his lap, he leaned down, lips quickly capturing the other's in a kiss. A soft sigh told him he was forgiven, and tantrum averted, he righted himself.

"How was your day?" Ah, the sacrifices he made for his writing.

"Yuki, why," Shuichi tried to compose himself, needing to ask an important question. He breathed in deeply, and hopefully, calmly asked, "Why do you never like to be with me? Hiro said that you're an intellectual and that I'm stupid. Suguru said it's because I'm not sophisticated and cultured like you, and K-san told me that...Oh Yuki! Why can't you like me? I love you!" The last three words escaped in a high pitched whine, very nearly causing Yuki's eardrums to burst.

People to add to my 'To Kill' list; Hiro – again, Suguru – again, and K- for the seventy-fifth time this month. "I know you love me," Tilting his head in hopes of regaining normal hearing function he scowled down at the boy. "You tell me everyday. Yet, you still always manage to interrupt my writing, despite me telling you not to." Seeing the oncoming tears he halted, and abruptly attempted to backpedal. "I, well, you could read a book every once in a while. You could talk to me about it."

Fuck. Horrified at the lapse of self-control and the fact that he had issued his own demise, Yuki thought briefly of escape – or suicide.

Violet eyes widened in surprise and Yuki could almost feel the glee emanating from the small boy. Hurrying over his thoughts, and forgetting to speak, Shuichi gripped the man before him in a 'Hug of Death'. Somewhere, too close for Yuki's liking, bone crushed and he swore, splintered, and the ability to breathe became death defyingly difficult.

Shuichi pulled back so quickly that Yuki had to hold him tight or he would have fallen and bashed his head open, though he seemed oblivious to the danger. "Yuki! Yuki, I know what to do! Thank you Yuki! I wuv you, Yuki!"

Still a bit shaky and wondering exactly which rib was broke, Yuki nodded absently. "Good, why don't you get started on that and I'll get dinner ready."

Depositing the happily quivering boy on his feet he wandered off on wobbly legs. My ribs – fuck, my spleen! He was going to need drugs, or possibly sedatives, to live through this.

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Sneaky, sneaky. Creeping from the bed Shuichi watched his lover, picking his way across the room and the strewn clothing from their dash to the bedroom; apparently Yuki had been bored without him – or was he just trying to shut him up? Nah, that couldn't be it.

With careful maneuvering he slipped from the bedroom and padded down the hall to the living room, settling on the couch with his laptop – a present from Yuki! He'd said something or other about not touching his computer; the big meanie. The computer kicked on with a almost silent 'beep' and a click later Shuichi was staring at a picture of a fresh from the shower Yuki, body glistening with stray droplets, a small towel in his hand, showing his manliness, and surprise, to full extent, that he'd snapped a few months back. He sighed dreamily, gazing at it for a moment before shaking himself and getting to work.

A quick online search brought him what he needed and he poked at the keys, filling in the blank submission document. He'll be so surprised!

Cackling like an evil little kitten bent on world domination, Shuichi clicked the 'submit' button. A big grin broke out on his face. Oh Yuki, my love! You are going to be in for such a shock! We'll spend the days and nights talking about smarty stuff and – Oh no! Shuichi had just realized something.

Something horrible. Something terrible. Something he really should have thought of before he clicked 'submit'. This little plan would take him from his beloved Yuki!

Grumbling he looked towards the dark hall and with a sigh his shoulders slumped, and he resigned himself to his fate. They'd be apart for a while, but after it was all said and done his Yuki would adore him!

Perking at the thought he made his way back to the bedroom, skipping like a bunny on speed, already half dreaming of the future. He'll sit with me every night and we'll talk, and he'll tell me how wonderful I am. He'll realize that I am smart and he'll spend every moment with me!

Wiggling under the covers Shuichi curled up to his lover, kissing his shoulder as he settled down. He'd put his plans into action tomorrow, so he would need his rest and what better way to get it than snuggling with a blond sex god? Sleep claimed him quickly, and the little kitten's dreams were full of he and his lover doing smarty stuff and his lover's praise and affection.