Disclaimer: Do I seriously have to do this? Fine. I don't own Gravitation, the manga or anime, or any of its characters. I'm not genius enough to come up with something as great as Gravitation. Don't sue me; I'm a broke college student with nothing to offer except a twisted mind.

Summary: Yuki and Shuichi pay Yuki's father a visit. Will it be a week of Heaven, or a week of Hell? Can Yuki's father accept his son for who he is? How will the trip affect Yuki and Shuichi's relationship?

Rating: M, as in Mature readers only, please. Rated for language, maybe violence, and lemons later on.

Warnings: None, really. If you're reading Gravitation fics, you should already know that it's yaoi or shounen-ai (boyXboy love.) My only warning is that there WILL BE SEX SCENES later on, and adult language throughout the fic. And that I'm insane, and my writing most likely reflects that.

A/N: This is my first Gravitation fic, and it will include the first lemon I've ever written. One important note is that I've never read the manga; I've only seen the anime. Please R/R! I tried so hard to keep everyone IC…I hope it shows. I'm a pyro, but I'd prefer not to get any flames. Thanks!

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"Yuki?"

"What, brat?"

Shuichi almost winced. It had taken him a while, but he'd gotten used to the fact that his beloved Yuki rarely called him by name, instead opting for "brat," "kid," or "baka." "Mika's here. She wants to talk to you." Seeing that the writer made no move to get up from his desk, he added, "She says it's important. She won't leave you alone until you go talk to her."

Yuki sighed. "Fine, I'll be right out." He finished the paragraph he was working on before padding out to the living room to speak with his sister. Shuichi had gone to practice for an upcoming gig with Bad Luck.

"How're you feeling, Eiri? You look much better," Mika greeted.

"Cut the crap," Yuki spat. "What do you want?"

Mika sighed. Her brother never was one for small talk. "It's not so much what I want, but what Father wants," she began. "You know how badly he wants to see you again. It's been years!"

Yuki glared at her. "That again? I'm not going."

"Why the hell not?" Mika asked, putting her hands on her hips. "He's your father, Eiri!"

"I have a deadline soon. I'm busy. I don't want to go. Good enough reasons?" Yuki said, lighting a cigarette. "I hate it there, and I always leave hating it more than when I came. Father tends to hate me by the time I leave, too."

"Excuses and bullshit, that's all you ever have! Would it truly kill you to spend a week with your brother, myself, and our dying father?"

"No. It's just something I'd like to avoid."

"That's despicable. You know, if you were a real man, you'd go see him. You wouldn't keep running away. You'd face him." Mika pressed.

Yuki opened his mouth, and then shut it. He blew some smoke through his nose, deep in thought. He didn't enjoy having his manliness questioned. Could he survive a week with his family? It would be easier if I didn't have to suffer through it alone, he thought. His eyes widened as an idea fabricated itself. "Ok, I'll go…but on one condition. I can bring the brat."

His sister paused, thinking. "All right, that would be fine. As long as you show up, I couldn't care less who you bring."

"Another thing: you can't tell him who I'm bringing," Yuki added. "That's the deal, or I won't come."

"I can do that. I'll have to forewarn him that you're bringing a guest, but I can let him assume it'll be a woman," Mika agreed.

Yuki nodded. "Good." He sighed. What have I gotten myself into? "When does my week of Hell begin?"

"I was hoping this coming up week. Arrive Sunday, leave Saturday or Sunday. That's when Tatsuha and I will be there, at least," Mika answered.

"Perfect. I can't wait," Yuki remarked sarcastically, walking away to continue working on his new novel. When his sister remained in his house, he said, "You can leave now. The door is that way."

Mika rolled her eyes, mumbled something about cold-hearted bastards, and left.

In his study, Yuki plopped down and leaned back in his desk chair, smirking to himself. This could turn out to be an interesting and truth-revealing trip. He couldn't wait for it – or, more precisely, he couldn't wait to see his father's reaction when he showed up with another man instead of a woman, as his father would undoubtedly expect. Yuki's smirk turned into a grin as he realized he could turn a week of torture into a week of annoying and perhaps even embarrassing his father, not to mention a week's worth of good fucking. He'd just have to either make sure that Shuichi stayed in the same room as him or up the Public Displays of Affection, or both. He was leaning towards both. This could be fun. Oh, this could be quite fun indeed, he thought.

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Shuichi rushed home, thoughts of Yuki filling his mind. He had, as always, promised the older man that he would be home for dinner, and Bad Luck had, as usual, kept him late. He knew that Yuki wouldn't be angry, yet he couldn't help but worry. "Yuki, I'm home!" he gasped, crashing through the door.

Yuki, sitting on the couch, looked up from the manuscript he was reading and removed his glasses. "Good. I have a question to ask you. Are you doing anything important next week?"

Shuichi cocked his head and looked at the novelist curiously. "I don't think so. Why?"

The writer smirked, and a mischievous glimmer lit his eyes. "Mika bugged me about visiting my father again. I told her I would go if you came along."

The singer smiled excitedly. "Of course I'll go! A week with you, getting to know your family…I'd love it!" His smile widened and then quickly faded. "Your father knows you're bringing me? He's…ok with it?" Shuichi inquired worriedly.

Yuki's eyes narrowed. "He knows I'm bringing a guest. That's all." He smirked again. "I plan on surprising him."

"But won't he be angry?"

"Probably," Yuki sighed. "It's time he found out about us anyway," he waved his hand offhandedly. "Besides, I want to see how he handles his eldest son rooming with another man. I want to see his face when I show up with you."

Shuichi blinked. "That sounds mean, Yuki. I'm not so sure I want to be a part of something like that."

Yuki snorted. "I wouldn't worry about being mean to my father. It's me he'll be angry with, not you."

"But still, it just doesn't seem right. I don't know if I can…" Shuichi stopped talking when Yuki stood up.

"I need you there, Shuichi. I can't do this on my own." Another smirk graced his face as he walked slowly towards Shuichi, his golden eyes locked on wide purple ones. His hand reached out and stroked the singer's cheek. He leaned down and pressed his lips hungrily on the other man's lips. Yuki's free hand slid around the pink-haired boy's waist, pulling them up against one another. Their lips parted, and their tongues dueled. Yuki grinded against the boy, gave his lips one last suck, and broke the kiss. He looked at Shuichi's flushed face and slightly swollen lips and whispered huskily, "That's only a taste of what next week could bring."

Shuichi's breath hitched. "Yu-Yuki…" There was no way he could refuse the trip now. He suspected Yuki had counted on that.

"C'mon, brat, let's eat dinner," Yuki said, sauntering to the kitchen.

"Yeah…yeah, ok," Shuichi breathed, still dazed by Yuki's actions. Maybe this little vacation will be fun, he thought. Today was Friday, but he had a feeling that Sunday would take forever getting there.

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A/N: Oh man, guys…I can't wait to see what the upcoming chapters will bring. How 'bout you? Please read and review! The review button needs some friends, it's lonely. Please don't make it cry. I feel pretty good, considering this is my first Gravitation fic. I hope I don't screw the lemons up later on, though.