Hey all! I'm sorry for being so inactive with this. It's just, the story itself has been on the back of my mind and I just noticed it laying there without a second chapter, so I am.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation, but I do scream the songs and write fanfics.
Warning(s): Nothing other than slight no-clothes-coming off sexual content.
Enjoy and please review nicely! I do enjoy getting a review though. Oh, and I'm spelling Shuichi's name how it normally is now, it was driving me nuts not to do so. This starts after Yamamoto left the room, and then Shuichi fell asleep.
"Mmm..." Shuichi groaned, struggling to sit up in order to get a better view of 'his' room. The room was very similar to his own, frighteningly so actually. In comparison, the only things missing was some of Shuichi's more personal items. Rubbing his head in order to get rid of a pounding headache, he looked around, pleasantly surprised to find that no one occupied this room with him. It sent waves of temporary comfort, helping him cope with the current situation.
"Hey pretty." Shuichi winced at the use of words and avoided the gaze of Yamamoto, who looked at him quizzically. "What's wrong?" He purred, leaning in closer, daring Shuichi to back away. But back away the pink haired singer did, refusing to let himself be molested by such a disgusting person. "Let me go and we can pretend this never happened." Shuichi offered as calmly as he could, gasping out in surprise and pain when a harsh slap to the face took him by surprise.
"All you ever want to do is forget, pretty." Yamamoto said with a shake of his head, tossing his black locks back and forth. Shuichi growled and threw a pillow, hitting the black haired male in front of him. "My name isn't pretty, it's Shuichi Shindou!" The pinkette said with utter defiance, steeling himself for a blow. But just like last time, it never came.
"Oh, how could I be so forgetful?" Yamamoto asked himself, tsking at his own acts. "You're right, Shuichi-kun." Yelping at the intense lust in both words and gaze, Shuichi jumped back, sitting a good 5 feet away from Yamamoto, who looked hurt at this action. "Shuichi-kun, why are you so afraid of me?" The black haired man asked, reaching out to grab Shuichi's prone shoulder, but the boy shrunk away once again.
Frowning at the display of hatred, Yamamoto snarled and squeezed Shuichi's bruised wrist, which caused him to instinctively attempt to nurse it, but Yamamoto was ready and sealed Shuichi's lips with a kiss. When the pinkette refused to allow entrance into his mouth, Yamamoto bit down on Shuichi's lip, electing a pained cry from his mouth.
Taking this chance he'd just created, Yamamoto wormed his way into Shuichi's mouth, his tongue exploring every bit of the cavern. Shuichi tasted warm and delicious, incredibly sweet as well. Just like he used to, though Yamamoto smugly.
Shuichi's hands lay on his chest, trying his best to shove the advancing top-man away. He didn't want this, no, not in the least. Yuki was the only one he'd ever allowed to touch him this way.
"Stay back-!" Shuichi grunted, now using even his knees to try to get the man away. But Yamamoto payed no mind to the thrashing singer and continued, humming and pressing his lips together as he studied the boy's body. No wonder Yuki liked him so much.
"I-I-I'm warning you!" The pinkette threatened, though both knew there was no way in hell he could follow something like this up with an action. It was just plain bluffing. The resistance was cute and likeable, but Yamamoto wasn't getting anywhere.
He wanted Shuichi's body.
All of a sudden, loud shouts came from downstairs. Shuichi quickly glanced up at Yamamoto, praying this was some sort of violence or disturbance the black-haired young man would be forced to stop.
And, to his joy, he was correct. Yamamoto was off the bed and tugged on his shirt, not even giving Shuichi a second glance. Once the man was gone, Shuichi quickly sat up before vaulting out of bed. His legs felt wobbly, like jelly looked, but after a few seconds they got used to moving again.
The pink-haired rockstar strode over to the window before poking his head out of it. No, there weren't any fire escapes or anything. Not that someone like him could've handled that cliche movie stunt anyway.
Then he looked towards the ground and spotted Yamamoto. This didn't surprise him, but it was the hair of bright yellow that caught his eye. It looked just like Yuki's hair! Excitedly, the pinkette watched.
Was this Yuki? Or was this just another gangster with blonde hair?