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Chapter Seven: Loving Deviousness

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Usami Akihiko was a great friend. Always had been a great friend and was the arrogant ass that pointed out that Uesugi Eiri was a happy gay man and very much in love with one Shindou Shuichi of Bad Luck. So when Eiri told Akihiko about one very lewd fantasy about skirts and sexy boys cross dressing, Akihiko promptly started laughing out loud.

"What's so fucking funny?! You're a goddamn BL writer, you shouldn't think this is funny!" Akihiko ignored Eiri's little cry of outrage and continued laughing. Slapping a hand on the table, Akihiko controlled himself and settled for snorting derisively.

"Isn't it obvious Eiri?" A blank look from one romance author. "You're head over heels in love with the boy! You might as well ask him to marry you. You can't seem to think of anyone except him and you're getting jealous of another boy hanging around. Seriously, you would be jealous if Mika spent too much time with your little lover."

Eiri huffed and crossed his arms like a petulant child. "Would not! Am not!" He grumbled under his breath. Unfortunately, he knew he was only trying to convince himself and not his best friend. "Damn BL, smut, writing, bastard." Purple eyes gazed back at him as Akihiko had finally calmed down and was now thoroughly enjoying Eiri's antics.

"Y'know Eiri." Finally giving up his little tirade, the blond looked up his amber eyes proving he was never angry to begin with. "I feel the same way about my Misaki as you do about your Shuichi. I think it's about time you admit it to yourself and to Shuichi. It has been three years since you and he started out. I'm sure he's only doing this so he could find a more permanent place in your life. He probably wants to be worthy of your attention and is doing the only thing he can think of to do that."

Eiri's heart kicked up a notch, he hated being told that Shuichi was only trying for him. He hated that Shuichi was even trying to begin with. A soft, frustrated sigh escaped the blond and he studied his friend. The Usami family and the Uesugi family were very close and when Akihiko came back from England he and Eiri became fast friends; always running away and sharing their writing together. When Eiri came back from New York, Akihiko was the only other person who knew what had happened and they continued their friendship as if nothing changed. Akihiko was a good man. A confident man, and a very good friend.

"You're right Akihiko. Yet I don't believe that Shuichi realizes that he's more worthy of me than I am of him. If that makes any sense." The brunette merely nodded. "I love Shu. I'd do anything for him. Buddha damn me to hell, but I would kill for my Shuichi. The little brat is perfect just because he's him. And...and you're right. I need to tell him that."

"Then hop to it man." Pushing his friend from the table they paid and left, separating with a soft goodbye. "Don't forget to sex it up when you're done!" Akihiko called over his shoulder, laughing as his friend flipped him off.

A wry grin traced Yuki's lips and he headed home, heart thudding an unsteady tempo in his chest as he pulled into his parking spot. He sat in the car for a moment, hands clenched on the wheel as though he were a drowning man and it his deflating flotation device. I can do this. It's not a big deal; we've been together for years. They're just words.

Yet his hands trembled and it took a force of will to remove them from the wheel, and his fingers fumbled with the door handle. Disgusted with himself he slammed the door and marched towards the lift to his - their - apartment. His stride was fluid, face shut down, but on the inside he was trembling and tumbling over his own feet. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

The apartment was quiet, save for a gentle hum drifting from the kitchen. He shed his shoes and coat, tossing his wallet, keys, and sunglasses on the side table before sock clad feet brought him to the kitchen. Shuichi was at the stove, hips wiggling back and forth as he stirred something bubbling in the pot on the stove. Choking a bit and swallowing the lump of congealed fear in his throat, he drew closer.

The smell hit him like a wall and he sputtered, glaring at his lover as he squeaked and turned. "What the fuck is that?!"

Violet eyes turned misty and grew wide, pink lips turning down in a sad frown. "I wanted to surprise you. It's miso soup - my mom's recipe." So much for that 'I love you' confession he'd been planning. Fingers pinched his nose and he backed out of the kitchen, mentally kicking himself. "I'm going to go change; go ahead and finish up." Fleeing he made for the bathroom, his stomach rolling. Good job asshole, next lets rip his favorite plushie apart. It would work about as well.

When he ventured into the living room only moments later, a sniffling Shuichi was already there, staring listlessly at the ceiling. Their eyes met for a moment, and then parted, and Yuki claimed the armchair with a sigh. Tension, hurt feelings; oh yeah, this was romance for you.

"Shouldn't you check the soup?" It wouldn't be ready for a few hours, he knew, but he'd eat it, even if he had to risk organ failure from the backlash. Maybe if I help him cook?

"No," the singer sighed and curled up on his side, face pressed into the couch and back to his lover. "Got rid of it. We'll have take out later."

Awkward silence. Head flopping back Yuki marveled at how his thoughts - despite being a creative writer - were rather random, and boring, at best. A few more moments ticked by, neither speaking, and finally he shot up, heading for the DVD stand. "Lets watch a movie!"

"That's fine," He skimmed through his collection and finding nothing hesitated, and plunging into the back of the cabinet brought out Shuichi's collection of Disney movies. Why the boy wanted the things, he would never understand. "Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast," he read off another half dozen titles, before looking up, "You're choice." Bouncing up the boy grinned, earlier upset forgotten.

"The Little Mermaid!" He sung out, scampering around the room to gather the pillows and a blanket, depositing them before the television to make a 'nest'. Yuki cursed himself as he watched, and with the look of one facing execution, placed the DVD into the player.

It was only a half hour later, as yet another song split his eardrums, that he found himself cuddling his Shu-kun close as the singer watched the screen with rapt attention. Yuki ran a soothing hand down his back when Ariel's father destroyed her treasures; his own little ones eyes filled with tears. His lap was overtaken by Shuichi as the boy hissed at the screen, clinging to him as Ursula made her appearance, and he pondered suicide as she began to sing. His lap vibrated with a giggling lover as Sebastian scurried about, dodging knives - was that even appropriate for a kids film? - and he tolerated the sighs and dreamy look flashed his way when the young singer sang along lightly with "Kiss the Girl". As they watched the demise of Ursula, the sea-witch, Shuichi turned bright eyes his way. "If I were a mermaid, would you kill an evil sea-witch to be with me?"

Stunned for a moment at the sheer stupidity of the question he made to reply with a scathing word, but caught himself. Swallowing the acidic taunt that had nearly fled his lips he kissed his little lovers brow and pulled him close. Dark eyes watched the final scene of death and he replied with quiet seriousness, "I'll kill anyone you ask me to."

Not even batting an eye at the hidden meaning, and most likely unaware of it, Shuichi beamed, pushing his lover down beneath him with a giggle. "You're so wonderful!" A sound kiss took his lips and then his Shu-chan left him, dreamy eyes fixated on the ending scene.

Deep into the night Yuki lay on the bed with a sweet little singer draped over him. After watching the movie they called for take out, and had an in-depth conversation about Toru. Shuichi adamantly defended his friend and explained that Toru wrote yaoi smut fanfiction.

Yuki groaned as he realized what Shuichi's favorite fanfic pairing was, Sephiroth and Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII. Apparently, Toru was really good and sex scenes and Sephy was even hotter on paper than in the game/movie. When their little conversation ended, Yuki wasn't so jealous of Toru, even though he still didn't like Shuichi spending so much time with Toru. Anyways, what the hell happened to hanging out with Hiro all the time? He made a mental note to ask Shuichi in the morning.

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Yuki was feeling very loving and sweet the next day. He even offered to give Shuichi a ride to school. As long as Shuichi made sure that he stayed away from Yuki and made sure no one saw him exiting Yuki's car. Bastard.

Smiling jubilantly, if rather aggravated, Shuichi bounced around in his seat talking to Yuki about the class and about the homework and how he was having a difficult time understanding MLA format. The boy even talked about how sexy his sensei was. It started to creep Yuki out when Shuichi spoke about him in third person and forgot that he was the teacher. Weird ass twerp.

Finally, Yuki found a parking spot as close to the building as possible. Flicking the butt of his cigarette out the window he rolled up the tinted black windows and sat back in his seat, collecting himself. Shuichi scrambled for his bag, but before he could flee from the car and meet Toru before class a hand clamped over his slender forearm.

"Yuki?" Shuichi glanced back with his big violet eyes. He moved back into his seat and shut the door. "What's wrong Yuki?"

"Blow me." A feral grin spread across pale lips and amber eyes hazed over in lust. A large finger traced a plump bottom lip and Shuichi moaned into the touch.

"Mmm, but Yuki..." Shuichi tried to complain, yet the touch of those slender fingers over his lips made his head feel fuzzy and his pants tighten. "Class Yuki. I, oohh, I can't."

"Class doesn't start for another forty-five minutes. You can blow me and then go meet your smut writing friend." With his free hand, Yuki unzipped his pants and pulled his erection free. The force of attraction drew Shuichi closer to the monster sized cock.

"If- if that's what you want Yuki." A pink tongue sampled the length while Yuki surrendered his sanity to the mouth around him.

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"Shindou-kun? Y'know, you smell suspiciously like cum." Toru gave Shuichi a once over and eyed him carefully. The blue-haired boy giggled and flustered around a bit before replying.

"Um, really? Well I had to go take care of business in the, uh, bathroom." Or I was in the parking lot giving Yuki a blow job. Either way, I'm probably gonna smell like cum.

"You were thinking about Uesugi-sensei, weren't you?" Toru crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

"Oh yes." I always think of Uesugi-sensei. Especially when it has to do with sex. "He does have a nice ass, huh?" Toru had the grace to blush.

"Of course Uesugi-sensei has a nice ass. And I'm willing to bet five thousand yen he's gotta big dick too!"

Shuichi and Toru giggled while lewdly describing their favorite parts of Uesugi-sensei. Neither of the two students could know that Uesugi-sensei himself was standing at the end of the hall, ears tinged red after what he had just heard.

Author's Note: Oh my gosh! Next chapter we finally get to the plot! Hooray! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with us thus far. Whether you have reviewed/fav'ed/alerts us or not, we thank you for the support you have given us!

Chocowilliams: Eiri is adorable when he's all huffy and jealous!

Lena: Glad you liked it!

Secret hidden within me: Class time with those two is surely a riot! Glad you're enjoying the story!