I'd like to take this time to thank you all for reading and sticking with me. I know this is short lived especially since I didn't let a couple days go by before an update. I used to do that until I realized that working on chapters sometimes takes longer. Well it helped that I wrote a few chapters before I started to update and managed to get this far before too long. It was a great pleasure writing another Gravitation fanfic. I don't know which direction I'm going to go. I'll try to get another story out next week since I'm taking a vacation away from it all and taking nothing but my laptop. LOL It'll either be FFVII Cloud/Zack, Kingdom Hearts Squall/Cloud, or some other fic that I haven't done yet. We'll see. LOL Anyway enough with the rant. Onward to the last chapter.

WARNING: MAJOR YAOI. Oh wait that's not much of a warning. LOL I think you all want this if you made it this far.

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Chapter Six

I sat on the balcony outside of Yuki's apartment, enjoying the slight cold breeze and the cloudy weather. It was several months since my incident, and I felt only slightly better. I stared at the blank notebook in my lap. I've been trying to write lyrics for the past few days. I couldn't think of anything to write about. I knew my fellow band members were getting frustrated with me, but nothing came. I found myself staring at the sky, watching birds and clouds fly by more than staring at the notebook, writing things down. I placed the pencil and notebook down on the ground and walked over to the wall. I didn't feel good today. My stomach was in turmoil from all my confusion. Apparently Seguchi took care of Aizawa against my will, but I wasn't going to complain. At least those pictures won't go out into the public.

I wiped the few tears that managed to fall away from my cheeks and picked the notebook up. "I hate this!" I threw the notebook into the room and stormed off to the bathroom, the only place I knew that I could be alone without Yuki seeing. Crouching down on the ground, I cried to myself. I thought after a few weeks, I would be on the road to recovery, but I'm not. The psychiatrist told me I was getting better so why can't I write any of my lyrics? "Shuichi, are you in there?" I heard Yuki say as he knocked on the door. "Come out and talk to me."

I got up from the floor and opened the door. Looking at Yuki made my heart break more, his gaze was concern and looked as if I slapped him in the face. I broke my eyes away from him and leaned against the wall outside of the bathroom. "Just getting a little frustrated."

"Still unable to think of anything to write about?" I shook my head. He placed his fingers under my chin and forced me to look up at him. My heart skipped a beat as I stared into the yellow iris that I fell in love with. "I could write you a song just to help you get through the deadline. It might be too soon for you to be working on lyrics."

I leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I appreciate it, but it wouldn't feel right singing a song that I didn't write. I need to be able to get through this. I'm getting frustrated because the doctor said I'm getting better so why can't I write lyrics?"

"You're pushing yourself too hard. Let me make you some tea." He walked into the kitchen as I sat down on the couch in the living room. I saw the notebook on the floor where I threw it. I wanted to walk over to it and pick it up, but my frustration froze me to the seat. I didn't want to pick it up nor did I want to write any song. I wanted to give it all up and pretend to me a normal person again. Maybe if I wasn't in the spotlight, I could have a normal relationship with Yuki and not have to worry about what would happen if someone found out. Then again, we would still have to be careful because of Yuki's image. There was no running from it. We could never have a normal life.

"Shu?" I jumped and looked at the mug held in front of my eyes. I don't remember zoning out. I took the mug and held it tightly in my hands.

"Thank you."

"What were you thinking about?" Yuki asked. I shook my head. I knew he was talking to my doctor as well, and I guessed he told him to ask me questions. He always told me to talk about how I felt.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I was thinking about being normal. Living a life without singing or fear of hiding our relationship from the world."

"Why do you feel like you have to hide it?"

"Because the minority would be on our side and not the majority. It would put us in danger." Yuki took a sip of his own tea.

"Is that why you refuse to go outside? Are you afraid of someone attacking you? I will protect you." Yuki leaned in and kissed me. I trusted him more than anything, but he was right. I was afraid. I was afraid of those three men. They were still somewhere out there and could attack at any second. I don't know why I felt like they couldn't reach me here, when this is my most vulnerable place. I kissed him back, allowing myself to fall into the world where him and I could be at peace. He placed the notebook on my lap. "Write something. Write about our love."

Smiling at him, I began to write a few sentence. A few sentences turned into verse one and then the refrain. Everything seemed to flow freely now. Yuki quietly sat next to me, lighting a cigarette every now and then. The night air blew through the balcony doorway, triggering my memory. Our first time together was right there in front of the balcony of the old apartment. I smiled wickedly as I closed the notebook and walked over to the almost position I stood in after my first concert.

Yuki looked up at me, but didn't move. He was curious. I could tell that by the look in his face. It made me feel special that he didn't have the usual emotionless expression on his face with me anymore. Leaning slightly to the right, I let my hand wonder over my right arm and slide under my shirt. I stroked my stomach, enjoying the soft touch, but wished the hand was Yuki's instead of mine. Yuki groaned quietly, and I smiled. "You going to sit there while I play with myself?"

He smirked and crossed his legs. "Better than anything on television."

"Suit yourself. I offered for you to join me." Lifting my shirt off and placing it gently on the ground, I ran my fingers over my nipples until they stood erect and sensitive. I'll get him over here one way or the other. I pulled my pants down and stood in nothing but my underwear. I played with my member, feeling the usual sparks of pleasure. I wanted Yuki so badly right about now. I sat down on the wooden floor with one leg crossed in front of me and the other one propped up. Leaning back on my left arm, I used my right hand to motion for him to come to me.

Finally, Yuki rose and very slowly walked over to me. I spread my legs so he could lie down in between them. I unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, very slowly. Running my fingers along his chest and up to his shoulders, I gently pushed his shirt off as he kissed me deeply. I wanted him badly. Reaching into his pants, I slid my finger over his member, feeling shivers run through his body. He moaned into my mouth while his hand removed my underwear. He removed himself completely from me. "Are you ready for this?"

"I am." Yuki leaned down again, kissing me more deeply and removing his pants. I breathed faster, and my heart beat quicker. I wanted him. I wanted him to remove all the bad memories. He slid his tongue over my member. I moaned and closed my eyes, enjoying everything that he was doing to me. Engulfing my member with his mouth set my senses to high alert. I cried out and arched my back to gain better access to the warmth that was causing the shivers in my body. Yuki placed his hand gently on my hips, keeping me from rushing him or choking him as he slowly licked around and sucked. The slow motion was torture. "Yuki, please," I whined.

"Please what?" Yuki traced a finger around my entrance. I tried to push myself down on it, but he held me in place. "Tell me, and I'll grant you access to whatever you wish for."

I whined and looked directly at him. "Fuck me, Yuki. Pound hard and fast into me. Make me yours again." Yuki pushed a finger inside of me. I cried out. "Yes, that's it! Faster, Yuki." Without warning, he added another finger, continuing his fast pace in and out of me. Sweat started to form on my body. I never craved something so badly in my life. A third finger was added with slight pain, but the pleasure was overpowering. "Come, Yuki. Come inside of me." I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down.

He kissed me one more time before pushing himself into me. I cried out his name and moaned. He paused only for a mere couple of seconds before starting to thrust quickly and strongly. I licked and bit his shoulder, hearing him groan. Everything was going exactly how I wanted it. The continuous stimulus built. I could feel Yuki reaching his end. I went to reach down and stroke myself, but Yuki beat me to it. He flipped me over on my stomach and pounded harder and deeper inside of me while his hand stroke me in time with his thrusts. I moaned and screamed his name as his climax hit my prostate and soaked my walls. I followed soon after, splashing all over his hand and my stomach.

He pulled out of me and lied on the floor, pulling me close to his chest. "I didn't hurt you did I?" I shook my head and closed my eyes.

"Thank you," I whispered into his ear. Now it felt as if I could move on. I smiled and held onto Yuki. My life was complete.

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Sucking ending I know, but I didn't want to draw it out anymore than this. Thank you all for staying with me to the very end. Please review.

Angel Dove