Fighting Fire with Fire
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A/N: My first Gravitation fanfic! I hope you all like it. :D
Within a few chapters, the rating will rise. Mainly because of sexual references, mild drug use, self-harm and character death.
Don't worry, it won't be for a few chapters yet. Still, enjoy!
"Yuki! I'm home!"
"Hmm..." Was all the blonde haired author could manage, as he tried to concentrate on a newspaper article he was reading.
"Ohhh... What'cha reading, Yuki?" Shuichi asked in his usual 'overly excited' tone of voice, as he popped up behind Eiri, his arms soon wrapping around Eiri's torso tightly.
"Noth... Ack! Shuichi, let me go!" Eiri coughed, feeling Shuichi's grip tighten around his chest. He was surprised that Shuichi hadn't managed to give him any broken ribs, especially with how tight his 'bear hugs' could get.
"Here. Read it if you want." Eiri mumbled, throwing the paper down onto the lounge. Shuichi gave a strangled yelp of happiness as he instantly released his grip on his lover, allowing Eiri to escape into the kitchen, before he was attacked again.
"Damn brat." Eiri muttered as he pulled the fridge open. It was unusually empty... Usually it'd be over flowing with sugary foods, but only because of Shuichi. If Eiri had it his way, he'd have the whole fridge stocked with beer. Grabbing a can of beer, Eiri shook his head as he heard Shuichi reading the newspaper out loud to himself. 'Typical... He never does things like normal people. Aye... I guess that's why I love him, though." Eiri felt a small smile crawl across his lips as he rested against the arch. Shuichi had no idea that Eiri was watching him, so he continued reading loudly. However, the moment was short lived as the pink haired singer fell silent, focusing on a particular article. "Yuki..."
"What is it?" Eiri asked, slowly making his way over to where Shuichi was sitting. Shuichi just pointed at the page he was reading, before looking up at his lover.
"Is it true? I mean..." Shuichi paused as Eiri snatched the newspaper from him.
"Pfft. Do you honestly think I'd sleep with some woman I didn't know?" Eiri asked bitterly, scowling at the paper. "It's a load of crap, you should know that."
"I guess. But they wouldn't just make up something like that, would they?" Fidgeting slightly, Shuichi started picking at a thread that was poking out from his shirt sleeve.
"Ha. You'd be surprised how much junk they come up with, just so they can sell their papers... Anyway, you should know that. What about the time they published that article about you and Hiro being together?"
"Oh... Yeah." Shuichi cringed a little, rubbing his neck tenderly. "I guess... I guess you have a point."
"Ha, ha. It did happen, didn't it? You don't make that face unless you're hiding something." Eiri smirked, casually taking a long swig from his, now warm, beer.
"Argh... Yuki! Stop it!" Shuichi whimpered, cringing even more. "We had a few too many, that's all!"
"If that's what you want to believe." Eiri just chuckled quietly to himself, staring at the younger male in front of him. "I better get some work done, I guess. I only have a few more weeks." He mumbled, glancing at his watch casually.
"B-But... You promised you'd take me out tonight!" Shuichi complained, folding his arms as he slumped back against the couch, and irritated look forming on his features.
"Hmm... I did, too. Tell you what, I'll have an hour. In that time, you can go and get ready. I'm sure as hell not taking you out like that." Eiri shook his head as he looked the youth up and down. Shuichi was wearing his old, faded orange jumper and a pair of navy, three-quarter pants, all topped off with a pair of scruffy, old sand shoes that he had found in the closet.
"I guess you want me to wear a suit." Shuichi moaned, resting his feet on the coffee table.
"Nope. Don't you dare think that I'm taking you anywhere that special." Eiri answered smugly, watching Shuichi with amusement. He felt cruel doing it, but he still loved the way that Shuichi reacted to things, especially his cold, and often smug, remarks. "Knowing you, you'll make a huge scene."
"Yuki! That's not true!" Shuichi pouted, his arms now folded tightly across his chest, an irritated look growing on his expressive features.
"Yeah, yeah. If that's what you want to think. Just wear something respectful. Oh, and have a shower while you're at it, I can smell you a mile away."
"How do you know you can smell me a mile away, Yuki? You're standing about a foot away!" Shuichi shot back, a small smirk creeping across his lips.
"It's an expression, you idiot." Yuki muttered, trying hard not snatch his lover's lips with his own. "But, you know, you're sexy when you show some intelligence."
"Yeah, but knowing you, you'll bed me anyway!"
A/N: Wh00t! End of chapter one! Review? Please? x3
Yes, I know it's short. I wanted to end the chapter that way, though. :D