WAAAHHH!!! I'm in love with this fic! So, since it's so awesome, I'm updating super fast. Here's chapter 3!

Disclaimer: No I don't own Gravi. I'm not brilliant enough to write the smexxiness that is Yuki T.T

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Through the Glass

Chapter 3: First Kiss

'What a day…I found out I'm in love with golden-eyes, got in a fight with Hiro, and met Sakuma Ryuichi…and now I have nowhere to sleep!'

Walking along the beach and admiring the moon, Shuichi felt his thoughts turn back to Yuki. Stopping and sitting in the sand, he reached into his pocket and read the song he had written for Yuki. The song containing the words he knew gave his heart away, sitting on such a simple piece of paper. He sighed and folded it up again, stuffing it deep into his pocket for safekeeping.

Leaning back to lay and look at the stars, Shuichi glared at them jealously. It must be wonderful to be a star, so far from the hurt of the world and shining so beautifully all night. 'I wish I could be a star…life would be so much easier, and everyone would love me. Nobody could hurt me either.'

Once again, Shuichi thought back to Yuki. He pondered over ways to confess his love to the man, each time the result getting him closer and closer to Yuki.

Soon he was merely daydreaming of Yuki's beautiful eyes, and what their first kiss would be like. He imagined kiss after kiss, even them running towards each other and embracing on the beach. 'I'm like a love-crazed school girl,' Shuichi thought with a groan.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder startled Shuichi back to the world. Opening his eyes, he saw that dark clouds had covered the moon. A flash of lightning and more thunderclaps brought down pouring rain on the teen, who was racing down the beach towards the resorts main building.

Grabbing the handle and pulling, he found that the door had been locked for the night. Pounding with his fists on the door and shouting over the wind, he waited for someone to come. The rain was pouring harder, and he was already drenched.

"Chikshou!" he shouted, and sank to the ground. Nobody was around to hear him. –1-

Or was there? Yuki had come downstairs to go to the bar and request some sake be delivered to his room; 'This western alcohol tastes like shit,' he had thought bitterly on the first day. So what if it was nearly 2 in the morning? He had a craving for good alcohol at the moment, writers' block was upon him at full force.

When he had arrived in the main lobby, however, Yuki heard someone banging on one of the doors. Now, through the glass of the door he could see a cold, wet, pink-haired teen slumped against it dejectedly.

Shrugging and striding to the door, Yuki pulled the handle. The sopping wet Shuichi fell into the lobby, along with a large amount of water. Sputtering and shivering, the boy looked up from behind the curtain of wet hair covering his eyes. When his eyes met Yuki's, his face twisted and his cheeks glowed pink. 'I'm really starting to wonder about this kid…' Yuki thought at the sight of him.

Shuichi stood shakily and, shivering violently because of the coolness of the air-conditioned lobby, began to wring out his dripping tank top, staring at the floor.

"A-Ano…Th-thank you…" he stuttered through his chattering teeth, extremely embarrassed.

"Hmmm…how the hell did you manage to get yourself locked outside like this in the middle of the night, while it was pouring? And in your pajamas," Yuki asked, motioning to Shuichi's clothes with his hand briefly.

Looking down, Shuichi realized that from the point of him storming out of Hiro's and his room, he had been wearing his pajamas. 'I've been walking around like this the whole time? Sakuma-san and golden-eyes must think I'm an idiot…'

Sighing, he said, "I had a fight with my friend and ran out of our room…without the key. I went to the beach to think and it started raining, but I couldn't get inside because the door was locked…" he trailed off.

"So now you have no way to get into your room? Baka."

"Sh-shut up! I'll be fine; I can just sleep in the lobby! Teme, you don't even know me."

"In your wet clothes? I don't need to know you to know you're an idiot."

"Well…why do you care? Are you planning to give me some dry clothes and a place to sleep?"

"Yes. Come with me. You can stay in my room."

Yuki turned and headed for the elevator, while Shuichi stood in place, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, his hair and clothes still dripping onto the carpet. "Nani…?" he asked weakly.

Coming to his senses, he hurried after Yuki to the elevator.

While in the elevator, Yuki noticed the pink-haired boy was counting the floor tiles, just like he had last time they had been in the elevator alone. Shuichi had on only shorts and a baggy tank top, both of them hung loosely to his slender frame, weighted down by the water. His face was still tinted pink…was he afraid of people or what?

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"Ano…are you sure this will fit me?" Shuichi asked, holding up the blue button-up shirt Yuki had given him to change into.

"No, but I don't want you wearing any of my nicer shirts. None would fit you any better anyway, your such a scrawny kid." Yuki said, chuckling softly.

"Nani??? If I'm scrawny, that makes you a fatso!" Shuichi yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the older man.

"I'm just tall. You, on the other hand, are short and so skinny I'm beginning to wonder if you're anorexic or bulimic or something."

"I AM NOT anorexic! I love food, I eat all the time!"

"Just shut up and go get changed before you catch a cold. You're shivering worse than ever."

"Yeah, because you keep it as cold as a freezer in this stupid room!" Shuichi said and stormed off to get changed, slamming the door.

A few seconds later he came back out of the bedroom. Staring down at the carpet in embarrassment, he said, "A-ano…I don't have any…p-pants to wear…"

"Well, none of my pants would stay on you, so you can wear a pair of my boxers."

Shuichi's eyes widened and his head shot up to look at Yuki in shock. He quickly looked back down though, not wanting Yuki to see him blush…again.

He followed Yuki to the bedroom, took the pair of boxers the man handed him and shut the door as soon as he left. Stripping off his wet clothes, he quickly pulled on the boxers, trying not to think of the person who owned them.

As he slipped his arm through the sleeve of the shirt, he noticed its smell. Pressing his nose to the fabric he inhaled its aroma. It smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, but underneath that it smelled like…marmalade.

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When Shuichi had dressed, he stepped out of the bedroom to where Yuki was lounging on the couch. The blonde man turned away from the t. v. to look at Shuichi, with what looked like an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"Your hair is still soaked. Here, dry it off." He said flatly.

Shuichi was slammed in the face with a soft towel. "Hey!" he yelled angrily, making a face Yuki.

Yuki's lips curved into the hint of a grin as he looked at the angered teen before him. He lifted his hand to grab the end of (what Shuichi thought was) his cigarette, and broke it off at the tip near his mouth.

"What…what is that?" Shuichi asked, pointing a finger at the stick between Yuki's fingers.

"Strawberry pocky," Yuki said, holding up the box. "I brought it with from Japan, this country's candy is disgusting. I like eating sweets when I have writers' blo-"

Yuki wasn't able to finish his sentence, due to the pink blur that has flashed across the room and tackled him to the floor, grabbing the box of pocky from his hands and knocking his breath away. He now lay beside the couch, a damp towel in his face.

Pulling it off, he looked up to see Shuichi lying on top of him, his face mere inches from his own. The teen's chin was resting on his chest, a look of deep contentment on his face as he chewed a piece of pocky, slow and lovingly.

Shuichi slowly opened his eyes, realizing where he was. Yuki watched as the boy's cheeks flushed pink again, his eyes wide as he stared at Yuki. He looked kind of… cute, lying on top of him blushing like that. The violet eyes that had been looking into his in shock shifted away as the teen's body squirmed uneasily against his.

That was too much for the man. Reaching his hand up, Yuki gently turned Shuichi's face to look at him once again. He brushed away the bangs from the boys face and leaned forward, pressing his lips sweetly to Shuichi's and moving them both to a sitting position.

Shuichi, now in Yuki's lap, gave into the kiss, his beloved pocky slipping to the floor and out of his hands, forgotten. His arms slid up to Yuki's neck, wrapping around the other man and pulling him closer.

Yuki deepened their kiss, placing his hands on the small of Shuichi's back, his tongue begging for entrance to Shuichi's mouth. Shuichi quickly parted his lips and allowed the man to enter, sighing happily. He feebly attempted to fight for dominance, Yuki overcoming him easily, being the more experienced of the two.

They broke apart too soon, their body's need for air interrupting the passionate exchange. Shuichi nervously grinned at Yuki, his arms still around the man's neck. His face was flushed and he was breathing deeply, this time not from embarrassment. (xDDD)

Yuki stared back at him, and then, shoving the teen off his lap and averting his eyes, stood up shakily and strode to the bedroom, slamming the door.

"Golden-eyes…" Shuichi called after him softly, sadly staring at the closed bedroom door.

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Shuichi slept on the couch that night, easily finding the spare blankets that he had carried up to the suite the day before. He arranged himself on the couch facing the bedroom door, which he watched sadly until sleep overcame him.

Beyond the door Yuki stayed up, thinking of how much he had changed since coming to the resort. He barely knew that…kid, and yet he had been driven to kiss him.

'I should have never opened that damn door; I never did get my sake! Hell, I should have never come to this resort…then I wouldn't have even met that brat…' Shuichi's face appeared in his mind, and he felt a strange tug in his chest. 'Do I actually…care about that kid? I don't even know his name.'

Yuki's thought continued to stir his mind and contradict each other, when Shuichi appeared at his door, opening it sheepishly. The teens thin body, draped in Yuki's large shirt and boxers, stood uncertainly in the doorway. He didn't want to disturb Yuki, who he didn't know was still awake.

"Yes?"

Shuichi jumped in surprise, dropping the pillow he had been clutching to his chest. "Ano…I can't sleep…"

"Do you want to stay in here?" Yuki asked, his voice suddenly sounding very weary.

"…"

"Come on."

Lifting up the covers of the large bed, Yuki beckoned Shuichi over to him. In the dark of the room the teen couldn't see the soft smile on his lips. 'This kid really is starting to get to me…I'll have to tell him to quit being so cute.'

Hesitantly Shuichi came, lying on the very edge of the mattress, far away from the older man. Yuki let the covers fall over his slender body and lay on his stomach, facing the wall.

Shuichi turned to him and pulled the covers up to his chin. 'I'm in his bed…Oh god. Why am I such a baka? He must know I'm attracted to him now. Maybe I should say something…'

"Ano…I never have slept in a room alone. I'm kind of…afraid of the dark…sorry…you probably don't want to see me after what happened earlier. I'll leave first thing tomor-"

A hand reached over to cover Shuichi's mouth and stop his babbling. Yuki turned over to look at the wide-eyed boy with narrow eyes of his own. They softened after seeing Shuichi's frightened expression, and he removed his hand from his mouth.

"Golden-eyes…" Shuichi said quietly, wishing he knew the name of the gorgeous man beside him.

"No, Yuki," Yuki said gently, and he gave Shuichi a soft kiss. "I'm the one who keeps kissing you, it's not your fault. But you have to stop being so cute, its distracting to me."

Shuichi blushed scarlet as the golden-eyed man turned back to the wall, sighing in disbelief.

"Yuki," he whispered softly, enjoying the feel of the mans name on his tongue. Before he drifted off to sleep he said it many more times, loving it each time he said it.

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-1- Chikshou means damn it XD

/dances/ well, there's the third chapter! I had a tough time with the kissing scene, was it ok?

Yuki: No it wasn't, I didn't get to claim my Shu-chan yet.

Shuichi: Your Shu-chan? WAHH! I'm Yuki's!!! Daisuki, Daisuki! Hey… he's right, why didn't we…I mean…

Hikari: Because, that would be veryyy hard for me to write, I would have an eternal nosebleed III-.-

Yuki: Ah, so you're a pervert, like my idiot brother?

Hikari: Nani/cough/ Well, I guess I am. But that's a rare and admirable trait in women

Tatsuha: Hey! Why aren't I in the story? I want my Ryu-chan!

Hikari: Hmmm… maybe I'll let you into the story. As for Ryu-chan… I don't want you to taint his pure child mind with your hentai ways.

Tatsuha: You're a pervert too, what's the difference?

Hikari: I don't try to rape look-alikes of the person I'm obsessed with.

Tatsuha: …

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Ok! That's the end of chapter three. Anyone else want Tatsuha to appear in the story? Review and I'll most definitely update sooner…!