Subtle Addiction
Rated: M for Violence, Sexual Content, and Yaoi Situations,
Pairing: ShuichixYuki
A/N: Yet again, I do not own Gravitation or it's Characters. This fic is a little different that my other ones. I've never done one like this, so bear with me as I try to Get my point across in the only way I know how. I'd like to thank the support of my loyal reviewers, and even the ones who've only left one review.
Chapter 9:
Soft, pliant lips crashed against his own with such intensity that Yuki's breath caught in his throat. Golden eyes slipped closed as teeth nipped at his bottom lip and deft fingers slipped into his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.
Growling softly, Shuichi forced his tongue past the others lips, the hand in silken locks tightening as the blond started and drew back slightly. The pleasure that coursed through him at the first initial contact had the young pop stars head reeling, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he pushed himself up with his restricted arm, tilting his head to the side as he plundered the blond' mouth passionately.
Rational thought fled the novelist the moment he tasted Shuichi's lips on his own. It had been so long since he'd experienced such perfection, and he thoroughly enjoyed it, wrapping his arm around Shuichi's middle, pressing their warm bodies closer. Shuichi was naturally a good kisser, but he'd never taken the initiative to such an extent before. Against his better judgment, Yuki felt himself becoming aroused.
When Shuichi pulled away, he had to mentally stop himself from smirking at the look the blond gave him. Leaning in again, he brushed his lips against the novelist's lightly, reveling in the way the other's breath hitched.
"If yo love me... Let me go." Shuichi whispered, nipping Yuki's bottom lip.
"No." The word left Yuki's mouth before he could even contemplate it, rewarding him with an infuriated growl from the singer as he flopped back on the pillow and tried his damnedest to cross his arms.
"You're impossible!" Shuichi screamed, regretting the quick movement when everything rushed back into focus with nauseating clarity. His stomach rolled, but he swallowed back the sickness as his limbs began to tremble. Wincing, he pressed the heel of his palm against his temple and curled in on himself, groaning.
"Shuichi?" Yuki reached for him again, only to have hi hand slapped away, violet eyes glaring at him through an angry haze.
"Don't touch me! Get out of my sight! I hate you!" Shuichi screamed as tears welled in his eyes again. Yuki moved off the bed only seconds before the singer's legs kicked out violently. He stepped backwards until his back hit the door, watching as his ex-lover thrashed and sobbed recklessly on the mattress. Every time those three words were flung at him, Yuki felt his heart breaking more. Unable to take any more, he left the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
He leaned back against the door and listened to the fitful curses Shuichi screamed. His hand flew to his mouth, covering it as the fist sob escaped him, and he slid down the door into a sitting position, drawing his knees up to his chest, the tears finally breaking through to trail down his pale cheeks.
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It didn't take long for Shuichi to calm down this time, his entire body aching as if he'd been hit by a speeding train. Not only was his head splitting in two once again, but now he could even hear the phantom echoes of his own crying.
Blinking, he stilled his breathing as he listened to the soft noise coming, not from the room, but just outside it's door. Closing his eyes, he fought the urge to call out to him. The pain he felt from his withdrawal paled in comparison to the pain he experienced at he mere thought of Yuki crying.
He'd seen it only once before, and even a year after their separation, it still had the same effect on him. The heat of his fever drowned him in a sea of misery, and all he could think about was the regret of making Yuki hurt. God he was pathetic!
"He deserves it! Don't you dare feel sorry for him!" Shuichi berated himself mentally, but he couldn't quell the pang of guilt every time he heard the novelist's breath hitch, or heard him sniff away more tears.
Sighing, he rolled onto his side and buried his head in the pillow, desperately trying to drown out the sound of his ex-lover's tears. Trying instead to focus solely on the pain wracking his body.
Shuichi lost count of how many hours he laid there listening to Yuki on the other side of the door. Eventually he'd fallen asleep, and when he came to again, the room was pitch black and the silence permeating the air was stifling.
He shifted uncomfortably as the sweat that covered his body made his pants and the sheet under him cling to him. Dazed eye searched the room, unable to focus on anything a his head lolled from one side to the other in his lethargic state. His mouth was arid as a desert and when he tried to yell out, nothing but the barest of a whisper came out.
He felt sick again, his insides churning and cramping painfully with every breath. It was like shock therapy to his guts, and Shuichi wanted nothing more than to just stop breathing. No matter how minimal the movement was, it hurt. Sitting still hurt worse than breathing, but breathing was the only think keeping him sane.
He counted each repetition as if it was going to be his last. When the door cracked open and bright yellow light poured in, Shuichi didn't even have the energy to turn away.
Yuki moved to the bed and uncuffed Shuichi's wrist without a word. Drawing the limp form into his arms, he carried Shuichi out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. His attention wasn't diverted even when the singer whined weakly at the bright light and the sound of running water.
With quick accuracy, Yuki undressed him and lowered him into the lukewarm water. He laid him back and washed his hair first, and when he moved on to wash his body, he did it with the cold professionalism of a nurse taking care of a sick patient.
Shuichi said nothing, nor did he move a muscle, but all the while, his eyes remained locked on Yuki's face, searching for some- any kind of emotion. The blond's expression was completely blank, giving no indication to what he was thinking about. There were no tears in his eyes, but they were bloodshot and weary, as if the only think keeping them open was pure determination.
Lifting a shaky hand, he placed it against the novelist's cheek, finally capturing his attention. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come. He tried to clear his throat, to regain his voice and his stomach lurched again.
Jumping forward Shuichi reached the toilet next to the bathtub just in the nick of time before he started retching. He barely registered the feel of a plush towel being wrapped around him, followed by a pair of secure arms holding him from beside him, one hand occasionally coming up to push the hair out of his face as they sat on the side of the tub for what felt like hours.
A/N: I didn't like this chapter much, so I decided to end it here. Next one will be better, but at least I gave one of my reviewers what they wanted. ^_^ So I'm happy. If you liked, review, and if you didn't, go to hell. XD
