"Yuuukiiii!" The pink haired boy leaped into the air, aiming for his blonde counterpart. Instead of be caught, like he had hoped, a hand flew up, popping him in the face. He fell to the ground, bleeding slightly.

"I told you, I'm not in the mood for that stuff today, brat." Shuichi lifted himself to his knees, his lips in a pout and tears in his eyes.

"But Yuki, I have spectacular news!" Yuki huffed, falling back on the couch, but didn't protest hearing what his boyfriend had to say. "The best thing ever happened today!" Shuichi cooed, laying across Yuki's lap.

"Yeah?" Instinctively, Yuki's hand twirled into a few stray pink locks as Shuichi began explaining his day.

"Well, you know how I did that modeling gig for that hair product a few months ago? Well this company saw my head shots, and they think that I would be a great spokesperson for their new clothing line."

"Really? So from rockstar to model?" Yuki's fingers trailed from Shuichi's hair, down his cheek, and across his chest.

"Yeah! And the best part is it's in Paris! So we get a free vacation for two weeks while I do the photo shoot!" His fingers stopped dead in their tracks, coming to a halt just before teasing his nipple.

"Paris?" Shuichi leaned up so that their faces were centimeters away.

"Is that okay? I mean, you're gonna go with me, right? I don't speak French, I could never..." But the boy was cut off by two lips taking possession of his own. Yuki's tongue probed Shuichi's mouth as his hand roamed down his chest, and in a swift motion, across his groin. Shuichi moaned into Yuki's touch.

"Paris is nice this time of year." He stated simply as he pulled away. Shuichi's head fell back onto Yuki's leg.

"I love you, Yuki." This earned him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

One Week Later

The two men lined up to board the plane, heads and adorned with ball caps, sunglasses covering their faces. Once they made it into their seats they would be in the clear. Yuki's armed wrapped around Shuichi's waste, pulling his lover close to his own body. His eyes glared daggers at anyone that looked in his boyfriend's direction.

"Yuki, not that I'm complaining, but you don't have to squeeze so tight. I'm not going anywhere. Not without you, anyways." Their eyes met and Yuki gave an evil grin.

"Maybe I just like the way your body feels against me?" Shuichi flashed a smile of his own, twisting so that Yuki's leg was between his own, and nestling close to his chest.

"So then how does that feel?" He whispered, just audible enough for Yuki, who bent closer, resting his lips against Shuichi's ear.

"You better be careful, or I might take you right here." Shuichi's heart was beating fast, and the lump in his pants was starting to grow.

"I don't know that I would stop you."

"Now boarding all passengers for flight 347."

"That's us." Yuki said, looking down at their tickets. Shuichi sighed, stepping forward, realizing their play time would have to wait until later.

As the plane flew over the continents, Shuichi was growing restless. Their encounter in the airport had him itching for more, and his erection wasn't going anywhere. Every few minutes, his hand would trail to his pants to adjust himself. This did not go unnoticed by Yuki. Finally, Shuichi gave up, taking refuge in the bathroom to 'relieve' himself. In his haste, the small detail of locking the door completely slipped his mind. Yuki had to suppress a laugh as he watched his boy-toy scampering away.

Shuichi dropped his shorts around his ankles. One hand gripped his erection, while the other was pressed flat against the wall, propping him up. His wrist moved slowly, but expertly. He closed his eyes, picturing Yuki in his mind. Frames of their escapades passed through his thoughts as hit bit down on his lip. He was so wrapped up in the moment, that he never heard the door creak open and shut again, this time with a click of the lock. He never saw the tall shadow falling over him. He wasn't aware of the hands about to wrap around him.

The sudden contact made Shuichi jump.

"Wha-" But there was a hand pressed tight over his mouth, silencing his cry. It wasn't until he saw the familiar blonde hair, sculpted body, and piercing eyes, that he calmed down. Yuki let out a sadistic laugh, pulling Shuichi tight to his body.

"If you're gonna be a perv, you could at least lock the door." Shuichi groaned, leaning forward and unbuttoning Yuki's shirt and licking his exposed skin. "But you've been a bad boy, Shuichi." He stopped his assault on Yuki's chest to look up into the golden orbs gleaming at him.

"I just... I'm sorry..." Yuki leaned forward and took Shuichi into a possessive kiss.

"I think, that I'll just have to have my way with you as punishment." Shuichi nodded.

"Yes sir." He growled, dropping the toilet seat and sitting back on it, legs spread. Yuki inched forward, his fingers trailing across the tip of Shuichi's now throbbing erection. His other hand wrapped tight into Shuichi's bright hair, curling tight around the strands and tugging. "Now, Yuki." He moaned, bucking his hips.

"Eager?" Yuki asked, nipping at Shuichi's neck. All he could muster was a nod, but Yuki got the message. He plunged deep into Shuichi, pulling cries and moans from his chest. "Shhh." Yuki said, placing one finger to his lip.

"S-sorry … unh … oh … Y-yuki …" Realizing that Shuichi wasn't going to be quiet, like he ever was, Yuki pulled him into a heated kiss as he thrusted in and out, silencing him. Their tongues battled, twisting and turning together. Shuichi reached for his own cock, stroking himself slowly. A hand reached up and stopped him, however.

"Nuh uh. This is punishment brat." Yuki growled, breaking the kiss.

"Yuki … p-please."

"You wanna cum?" Shuichi nodded sheepishly.

"Yes. Please." He whined.

"Okay then. You asked." So Yuki turned the heat up, barreling hard against Shuichi's sweet spot.

Finally, Shuichi burst, spilling over his stomach. Yuki followed seconds later, grunting as he bit down into Shuichi's shoulder.

"Not too hard, Yuki. Remember they're going to be photographing me, and I don't think hickeys and bites are very professional.

"True." He said with a scowl. The two men stood up and cleaned themselves off, mainly by way of Yuki licking Shuichi clean. "Okay, we can't leave at the same time. Come out in a few minutes." He planted a soft kiss on Shuichi's cheek before walking back to their seats. Moments later, Shuichi was next to him, taking his hand.

"That was … amazing." Yuki glanced at his boyfriend.

"Yes, well, welcome to the mile high club." He said as a small smile spread across his lips. He loved it when he threw Shuichi out of his senses.

"I love you, Yuki. My Yuki."

"My Shu." He whispered.