Title: The Last Straw

Characters: Eiri, Shuichi

Summary: What could possibly make Eiri give up one of his vices?

Genre: Drama/ Comedy

Word Count: about 440

Rating/Warnings: T/ Implied sex, and the complete and utter humiliation, and possible defamation of, Eiri Yuki.

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of this and make no personal gain from writing fan fiction aside from the cheap thrill I get from making these boys do ridiculous things.


"It's okay, Yuki. It really isn't anything to worry about. I had that happen to me a couple of times before too, remember?"

"Shut up."

"I mean it's not like you have this problem frequently or anything..."

"I said shut up."

"And it was only one time after all -"

"SHUT UP!"

"Okay. Good night, Yuki."

Finally!

Eiri couldn't believe what had just happened. In all his life he had never been so embarrassed. He sat hunched on the edge of the bed and watched the steady rise and fall of Shuichi's chest. The brat appeared to have fallen asleep.

Quickly.

Too quickly.

Eiri gave him a poke just to make sure.

Yup, definitely asleep.

Eiri reached forward and plucked his lighter and a box of cigarettes off the nightstand and, with a grace achieved only through years of repetition, lit up. He furiously burned through one after the other all the while replaying the night's events in his head.

He was mortified. This sort of thing was supposed to happen to other, lesser men. Not to him.

How could this have happened anyways? It had never happened before.

And it would never happen again.

He viciously stubbed out his fifth cigarette in a row and still holding the mostly full box in his other hand got up and stormed out of the room, pausing only long enough to throw on a robe before exiting.

His effort of will and long legs easily carried him forward as he marched through the apartment until he reached his destination. Without pausing, he slid open the glass doors and felt the cool night air envelop him as he stepped onto the balcony.

Leaning against the sturdy metal railing, he gazed out over the Tokyo cityscape and nearly lost his resolve.

Shuichi was right. It wasn't that big a deal; he was being silly overreacting like this. He glanced down at the box in his hand and once again his mind ran through the night's events.

NO!

With newfound determination Eiri crumpled the box in his fist and with catlike speed and agility threw it into the sea of lights that was the city at night with a pitch that could have earned him a place in the major leagues.

He slowly let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, surprised that he felt refreshingly content with and relieved by his decision.

He hated to give up one of his simple pleasures, and he certainly didn't like to be labeled a 'quitter,' but it had to be done.

Shuichi would never outlast him in bed again.


Aww, poor Eiri. He didn't have the stamina to 'keep up' with Shuichi. (I'm so evil.)

Thanks for reading everyone. I hope you enjoyed my latest attempt at humor, and can forgive my blatant attack on Eiri's ego.

I know, I know, the whole "Eiri quits smoking" thing has been done to death. I apologize for the clichéd premise, but couldn't resist adding my own little spin to the tired scenario.

Personally I like him with all his vices, I think Eiri's character flaws are part of the reason why he is so fascinating, but thought it would be refreshing to see Eiri give one of them up of his own volition instead of at Shuichi's request. Plus, getting to torture him with a little bit of humiliation was a lovely bonus.

Thanks also go to my beta, lawless523, for keeping me from abusing the English language too much; however, I was the last to handle this so any leftover oddities are mine.

This story had a point, but it has currently escaped the chronicler's mind...

Please tell me what you think; review below