Title: Kokigami
By: bakayaro onna
Completed: Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Manga: Gravitation
Category: Humour/Romance/Short Fic/Lemon
Rating: first part - PG-13 to R, second part - NC-17
Summary: Language, lemon, bad word play and a lot of silliness all combine to tell a tale of an exuberant pink-haired JPop singer, a grumpy blond romance writer and the eighth century Japanese practice of Kokigami.
Pairings: Eiri and Shuichi, Tatsuha and Ryuuichi (implied).
Warnings: Shônen-ai and Yaoi
Thanks & Dedications: To my real-life inspirational muses, Dasia, Joules, Lutra, rat and Talon. This is my first long story and I could not do any of this without your daily encouragement and support. Special lemon tarts and glomps to the lovely Lutra for initial polishing, to Talon for re-visualization smooches danglemate, and to the incredible Joules for her amazing grammar goddess talents. Finally, to the love of my soul, stoopid rat, who is completely supportive of my art in all its forms, including my yaoi addiction. Do not post/archive on your web site without first asking permission.

Disclaimer: Gravitation is the property of Maki Murakami and Sony. No money is being made from any ventures with these characters. I am just a fan who writes and draws in this universe because of my the love of the series.

11.24.03 UPDATE
"Kokigami" has just won the 2003 fanfic contest for Best Lemon.

See Author Notes at the end of this fic for Japanese terms and other information you may be curious about.

Kokigami

Rub, rub, massage, knead, rub, stroke, rub...

POP!

"Aahhhh... "

Massage, rub, twirl, manipulate, fondle, press, rub...

POP!

"Mmmmmmmmm... "

The only sounds in the living room were bare skin rubbing against bare skin, an occasional pop and faint vocalizations of unadulterated pleasure.

Eiri continued to relax into the butter-soft black leather of his L-shaped modern sofa as his feet were massaged. His eight smaller toes were slowly being pulled and popped one by one, relieving the sensation of compression they sometimes held and releasing endorphins, which sent much-needed euphoric chemicals throughout his tense body. When his fickle feet troubled him, his whole body suffered.

He lay there in a chemical-induced haze, eyes closed, feeling zero pain. He just wished his big toes would pop as well, thinking they would discharge a double dose of rapture, but as much as they had tried, the largest phalanges on his feet refused to give it up.

'Oh well,' he mused, muzzy from the natural drug, still satisfied, sinking deeper into the cowhide cushions.

His masseur had other thoughts on his mind.

Shuichi loved rubbing Eiri's feet and popping his toes, bringing his crabby lover to this almost catatonic state of blissful mellowness. He knew Eiri was more pliable and accommodating after a foot massage, even more so than after sex. Over the months after he had taken on this task, Shuichi had been able to finagle Eiri into agreeing to small things while in this daze, like cooking his favorite meal, watching a particular TV program together, going on a dinner-and-a-movie date or something as simple as a nice long snuggle. Shu even rubbed without ulterior motives occasionally, just to ensure his blond beau would not catch on to his subtle manipulations.

The secret to this stratagem was to provide the service just prior to a proposal so Eiri was amiable to the suggestion and could not try to get out of it at a later time. Whatever Shuichi had in mind had to be hovering in the near future and be close by.

Today's bushwhack was no different. Shuichi had picked something up at the local bookstore and wanted to use it to liven up the bedroom a little. Not that sex was boring in the least. Sex was wonderful, thrilling, exciting, satisfying, passionate, and all those scrumptious adjectives and he had no complaints whatsoever. But Shuichi felt variety was the spice of life and he wanted to take the initiative for a change, shake it up a smidgen.

After the final toe popped and the final sigh of pleasure was expelled, Shuichi crawled along Eiri's supine form to gently lie down on top of his warm paramour, wrapping his arms around the taller man's torso and tucking his hands under the serene body. As he settled in, Eiri's right arm languidly shifted to drape over the small of Shu's back. Eiri sighed contentedly as his pink-coifed lover leisurely nuzzled the skin peeking out from the blond's shirt which, in typical Eiri fashion, was unbuttoned halfway down from the neck.

Shuichi stayed in this peaceful position for a while, loving the fact he had his arms around the most important person in his life, a man whose strong arm was encircling and cradling him as well. He listened to the regular heartbeat under his ear and the constant rhythm of his beloved's breathing, the pulses of life of this beautiful and complex individual he loved to distraction.

Although he was savoring this rare moment of mutual serenity, Shuichi knew he had to work swiftly to plant the proposition in the malleable mind and flesh or he would fumble his opportunity.

"Yukiiiii...," whispered Shuichi in a low husky voice.

"Hmmmm...," came the muffled response.

Excellent. Still good to go... "Remember when you said you would be willing to try something new in bed?" he cooed into Eiri's firm and muscular chest.

"Uh huhmmm..."

"Well, I found the perfect thing!" In his enthusiasm Shuichi blurted out his words more abruptly than he intended. 'Oh shit! That was so loud!' thought the tenor, hesitating to glance up at his boyfriend's face and praying it was still genial.

"Yeah?" purred the lazy lover, seemingly unfazed by the boisterousness. "Wha...?", his state so tranquil he did not bother about finishing his words.

Shuichi mentally sighed with relief when he saw his outburst had not ruffled the inert blond. "I'll be right back," murmured the pink-haired man, consciously keeping his voice low this time. He reluctantly wiggled out from under the affectionate embrace, climbed off his compliant companion and scooted down the hall to his backpack lying in the foyer, where he dug out the item in question and scampered back. Kneeling on the floor by Eiri's head, Shu held the item up so the drowsy supine male could see it easily when he opened his eyes.

"Here's my idea, isn't this great?" Shuichi almost crowed with delight.

One ochre-hued orb slid halfway open and focused on the object being held in front of it. It was a paperbound book titled Kokigami: The Intimate Art of the Little Paper Costume - Performance Enhancing Adornments for the Adventurous Man.

The single eye gave the book the fleetest of glances, then closed.

"Nuh uh," was the response from lips beginning to look less relaxed and more tense and irritated by the second.

"Please?" whined the determined J-Pop singer, trying to put enough charm and persuasion into his voice to convince the grouchy novelist otherwise.

"Uh uh," was immediately thrown back into the petite man's pretty face.

Shuichi huffed and visibly pouted in disappointment. He had thought Eiri's mellow state of mind would have found them snuggled together on the sofa by now. He'd vividly imagined himself leaning back against Eiri's chest as he sat in his lover's lap, the two of them picking out one of the shapes and building it together while sharing little affectionate nuzzles, kisses and squeezes as they worked. Since He-Who-Must-Be-Cranky was back in the house, Shu now had to come up with a Plan B. He rubbed his brain cells together for a moment.

"Okay, how about if I make one up and you can see what it looks like? Maybe it will get you in the mood, huh?"

The only response he received was steady breathing, which Shu took as an affirmative.

With Eiri still luxuriating on the couch, Shuichi flopped his butt onto the hardwood floor and leaned back, supported by the furniture's frame. He flipped through the thin tome thoughtfully and finally, after much deliberation, selected something he deemed appropriate. Retrieving scissors and cellophane tape from the utility drawer in the kitchen, he proceeded to gingerly remove the pages from the book. He gently punched out the pieces and carefully considered the size guide while blushing ferociously. Not wanting to make any mistakes, he slowly put the sections together, referring to the assembly guide repeatedly, using the expensive coffee table as a crafting surface.

Finally he got the last piece in place and secured. Looking inside, he also made sure all tabs were flush to the inner walls and the entire interior of the cylinder was smoothed with tape. Holding up the finished three-dimensional shape in triumph, he knee-walked over to his dozing lover still parked on the couch cushions. Before speaking, he stole a quick kiss from the soft supple lips lying there so invitingly.

"Okay!" he chirped joyfully, "All done! Ready for you to wear!" Shuichi giggled dirtily, thinking hot and horny thoughts as he held his masterpiece in Eiri's line-of-sight.

Once more one of Eiri's lion-gold eyes lazed open, glanced once and closed.

"No fucking way am I putting THAT on me," he stated quietly, this time turning his head away.

Shuichi's thoughts of passion were crushed as he fell over backward, staring at the ceiling and twitching. After spending a few moments contemplating the semi-gloss paint, he vowed he would not give up so easily and crawled back to the edge of the sofa where the target of his desire reposed.

He decided to attempt the pretty reliable poor beaten puppy approach. "But I did all this work so we could have some quality time and fun together! There's even a little script provided so we don't have to think too much about what to say," Shuichi whimpered. "And movements too!" he added as an after-thought.

Eiri sat up suddenly, sending Shuichi back-pedaling to keep from getting knocked out by the long swinging legs now settling on the floor in front of him. The writer's face was wearing the patented Yuki ScowlTM. "I WAS feeling relaxed. I WAS feeling comfortable. I was even feeling the tiniest bit inclined to carry you off to our nice comfortable bed and ravage you roundly." He glared at Shuichi through tousled blond bangs. "Now I have lost it all," he growled, thinking it would shut his brat up.

Shuichi was undaunted by the display of typical Eiri behavior. He had caught Eiri's little slip, the words 'our bed' instead of 'my bed' in the tirade and it had gladdened his heart, causing his eyes to begin glowing with joy. He scrambled back close to his crotchety lover, cupped one hand on Eiri's knee and gazed up at his sexy sweetheart, using the happiness radiating from his face and adding big cow eyes. "Please, think about it, just a little?" he pouted prettily while batting his long full eyelashes, air-walking the object still in his other hand up and down and back and forth in front of the surly blond.

Eiri was still relaxed enough he was not yet in full projectile yell mode. He also knew this darling man in front of him always seemed to grab him by the short hairs when it came to trying new things. He tried to ignore the object being dangled and danced in front of his eyes and glanced at the expectant cherubic face gazing up at him adoringly. That pouty lower lip was just begging to be gnawed and sucked on.

The novelist sighed and put a hand to his forehead, knowing he was going to regret giving in even a little, but he could not resist his bothersome and tenacious beloved. "It will give me paper cuts in places I don't want that kind of pain," he protested half-heartedly, feeling his resolve shatter into infinitesimal pieces and flutter away. He decided to try to retain one small scrap of dignity. "If you are so keen on this, you put it on. Prove to me this 'activity' will be amusing, entertaining and exciting," he challenged, eyes narrowing while a defiant smirk tugged on the corners of his mouth.

"If I put this on and you like it, if you know what I mean, will I get to be seme?" Shuichi questioned with a lusty leer.

Eiri looked at the shape in his lover's hand then scrutinized the hopeful countenance of the person he held closest to his shredded heart kneeling in front of him. "Yeah, yeah, " he muttered as he rolled his eyes and made an off-handed wave with a flick of one wrist, thinking there would be no way in Hell he would find this pastime even remotely arousing.

Shuichi lunged at Eiri, enveloping him in a big bear hug around the waist before he got up and started dropping his clothes on the spot. Eiri blinked in surprise at the ungraceful but still delightful striptease occurring before his eyes. Needing nicotine, he winced at the war zone scattered across the costly designer coffee table as he excavated his pack of Alfa menthols and lighter then glanced back at the impromptu floorshow.

Eiri's eyes got much, much wider.

Shuichi was already bare and had gone rigid in concentration. It seemed he was gathering himself together internally as he closed his eyes, sensually licked the palm of his right hand, then reached down to his semi-erect penis supported in his left hand and cupped the head with the moistness. Eiri audibly gulped as he stared at his pink-coifed paramour, eyes shut, head tilted back, mouth slack, breath quickening, hips thrusting, briskly stroking himself to full mast. He gawked at the erotic display. There were times Shuichi's extreme shyness about his own body and sex in general fell by the wayside and a wild wanton animal was left in its place. That animal was sensuous, sexual and glowingly beautiful. Eiri could not help but lick his lips in anticipation as his heart rate and own penis began to rise in appreciation.

Before Eiri could pounce on his aroused and desirable lover, Shuichi opened his eyes and reached for the tube of paper he had left on the coffee table prior to the strip.

He slipped the shape on, which immediately spun around on the slippery-skinned rod and hung upside down, the slightly heavier top making it a victim of the law of gravity.

It didn't fit.

It was too big.

Shuichi's mouth gaped open and closed like a goldfish and his green-flecked violet eyes almost overwhelmed his face as he stared down in amazement at the uncooperative koki.

Eiri had to quickly cover his mouth and fake a smoker's cough to keep from laughing out loud at the priceless expression on his idiot lover's visage.

Shuichi was rosy with embarrassment and shocked by the incident. He knew his family jewels were more than above average in size and he was rather insolent about the fact he did not have a teensy weensy weenie. But he definitely did not have the length or thickness of his very well-hung fuck-mate.

"I made it to fit you...," Shuichi muttered, his face turning an even brighter shade of red as he dwelled on a daydream image of his lover's talented and lavish endowments.

Eiri was at the point of biting his knuckles to keep from spewing his mirth but he just could not look away from the comedy of Eros before him.

Shuichi continued to stare at his contrary crotch as he attempted to come up with an answer. Surprisingly, a solution popped up almost immediately. With the reluctant koki still dangling dangerously, Shu waddled over to the end table, took off the shape, pulled some facial tissues from their box and began winding them loosely around his woody. A few wadded ones were added as he put the koki back on. The extra padding was sufficient to settle the shape in place without it slipping off or spinning. He grinned. "Paper cut protection too!" the vocalist quipped. A few strokes and squeezes to his balls brought the koki back to full solid attention. Wearing a feral leer and with hips leading, Shuichi jauntily strutted back to the coffee table to retrieve the script.

It was then Eiri realized Shuichi was still wearing his socks.

His pink socks.

His damnable cute pink socks.

Scanning the script, then pitching the piece of paper back on the table, Shuichi composed himself like he was preparing to sing, closing his eyes in concentration, taking deep breaths to warm up his diaphragm and striking a pose. He sent a closed fist up in the air then made a few pulling-down motions.

"Whoo whoo! Engine 783 now leaving the station! All clear!" declared the man wearing a paper train engine on his excited tool. Shu convincingly produced whooshing sounds through his talented lips as the 'steam' began to build up in anticipation.

With fists still closed and forearms parallel to the floor, Shuichi started slowly moving his upper limbs back and forth like the pistons on the train wheels, moving steadily faster as the whooshing sounds were spoken more rapidly. The engine began lurching in expectation and cautiously the train departed from the station, helped by the slickness of pink socks against a wooden floor.

"Chuff," said the train, "Chuff... chuff... chuff, chug, chuff, chuffchuffchugchuffchoochoochoochoo..." The engine quickly picked up speed as it began traveling its route.

With the foot coverings allowing him to skate along the floor easily, Shuichi found himself getting fully immersed in the role-play. He would announce actual station names as he scooted about the living room, stopping at one station for loading and unloading passengers and goods, backing up to collect new cars, chugging by another station without stopping with a comment about not having a scheduled stop there, whistling when crossing roads, yelling all aboard, bringing the steam sound up faster and louder as he prepared to leave a station. Shu's overactive imagination could 'see' what he was acting out, caught up in the fantasy of being a train, a horny train wanting to entice a particular passenger to climb aboard for a bump and grind ride.

Despite his earlier trepidation, Eiri reluctantly found he was fascinated with the display, almost missing his mouth when he placed a cigarette between his sensual lips. Lighting up, he decided there was something definitely decadent about watching someone scooting around on the wood floor in just pink socks and a paper train engine stuffed on an erect penis, gleefully spouting train sounds, yelling conductor calls and making arm motions. His nether regions agreed. Eiri's groin was not only stirring again, it was coming to full alert status.

Noticing the appearance of the cigarette, Shuichi decided to chug close to 'Uesugi Station'. As he passed by he reached over and snatched the lit cigarette from Eiri's lips, like a child capturing a brass ring while riding the carrousel. "I need this!" He announced, then stuck the cigarette, filter first, into the smokestack of the costume. "Gotta have smoke coming out of the stack now, don't we?" he sniggered.

Eiri considered stopping Shuichi, then hesitated. Maybe allowing the paper costume to catch fire might be a way to stop this nonsense, as titillating as it was, once and for all. Then he reconsidered; how he would explain to the emergency room staff how his lover's penis could go up in flames? It would turn into one of those gay ER stories people liked to pass around, like losing a gerbil or light bulb up one's colon. The fact they were both famous and the story might leak to the press, or worse, a tabloid, made him feel somewhat ill and concerned. Besides, getting burned in that delicate area would not be pleasant in the least and the time his lover would require to recover completely would cut into any playtime Eiri would wish to initiate. He was now used to having sex on a daily basis, at least once every 24 hours, preferably more. Just how long could he go without his special dose of sweet Shu sexual release?

"Get that cigarette away from combustibles before you burst into flames, idiot," he snapped, more loudly than he intended.

"Yuki! You're worried about me? I need to work especially hard to please you!" beamed the tenor-turned-choo-choo as he removed the cigarette from the top of the koki and held it gingerly between two of his fingers.

Anticipating naked full-body contact with a back-breaking hug and sloppy kiss from Shuichi, Eiri was surprised when the younger man started shuffling about with even more enthusiasm and intensity. Shu suddenly scuttled back in front of Eiri and gently placed the cigarette back into his lover's relaxed mouth. Before Eiri could make a move to grab the imp, Shu had quickly chugged away from him.

"I want Yuki to see this is a fun game and we can enjoy playing together today! Whoo! Whoo! Gonna shake my caboose at you, too!" Shuichi's over-the-shoulder quip was followed by a naughty giggle as he jiggled his hips seductively, setting his divine little ass wagging back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion.

Grappling desperately onto that miniscule particle of dignity, Eiri had to contain himself and refrain from hopping aboard the tempting Shindô Express right then and there. He shoved his back against the leather couch, perched his arms across the back of the furniture and slouched, looking to all the world like he was bored out of his brain. He was feigning indifference, of course. His logical mind was totally elsewhere and starved for oxygen since all the blood had rushed from one head to the other.

Leaning forward to extinguish his cigarette, Eiri finally resigned himself to his fate with a heavy mental sigh, releasing that final drop of dignity to whirl away to parts unknown, and made the decision to hold up the train his next available chance, using his 'gun' like an old-time train robber. Looking up from the ashtray as he blew out the last traces of smoke from his abused lungs, he blinked confusedly, puzzled. His pink-tressed lover had abruptly stopped in the middle of the floor and had gone completely scarlet from the top of his forehead to the middle of his chest. He was staring in the direction of the hallway with his mouth dangling open so low an elephant could have crawled in easily. Turning his head, Eiri beheld what had frozen Shuichi in his train tracks and brought on his acute embarrassment.

to be continued