Strawberry Glaze

A Gravitation fan fiction

By: Something Dysfunctional

Chapter Nine

Pairings: Shuichi/Yuki, Emmy/???

Disclaimer: Maki Murakami owns all the character. I own Emmy.
-NOTE: Um, as you can tell from the lack of disclaimer, the Erica isn't feeling too well. Forgive me, you guys, but... it's hard to explain.
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"You promised to be with me,
through the dark and rough times.
Now, it feels like we've both lied-
which is innocent:
you or me?
Who took the bite of the apple?
You or me?"

-original lyrics by me-
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Shuichi stood in front of the apartment complex, wrapped in a bright green pullover and khaki shorts, a red baseball cap on his head and large orange sneakers on his feet with baggy white socks. His face was wearing a worried and nervous expression, almost as if he was sick feeling. Was this the right thing? To show up like Eiri said earlier? What would happen? Deep inside, Shuichi had… sort of an idea. Glancing at his wrist watch, the boy saw that it was nearing 11:30. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the door and pressed the intercom button for room 114, praying that the man wasn't-

"What?"
Shuichi gulped loudly, his knees quaking. Pressing a shaking finger to the button again, the singer whimpered out, "It's m-me, Eiri."
Silence.
Then, a voice filtered out, low, pleasant, and somewhat unreadable-

"Come on up, Shuichi."
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Emmy sat in the park, watching the fountain shut down, the water cascading back down to Earth and a low hum reached her ears, the nighttime of the city ringing loud and true as its occupants woke from the day to begin their night. She smiled some to herself and leaned her head back against the bench, noticing that no star shone in the black, smog-filled sky like it did out in the country. A breeze picked up and tossed her blonde hair, the red tips contrasting prettily off her pale skin. She closed her eyes at the sensation. Footsteps suddenly approached the unsuspicious girl. Calmly, hands placed themselves over her eyes. "Guess who?," asked a low voice, filled with humor. Emmy's heart began to race at the familiarity of the sound. "Gabriel…," she answered. The hands withdrew and turning around, the girl saw her best friend standing behind her, wearing a goofy grin, his long hair flying behind him. "Please, don't blush… don't fall even further…," she whispered in her mind as he sat himself down, the creaking of his leather pants and jacket breaking the silence between them. Gabriel turned his dark brown eyes to Emmy, who huddled in the corner of the bench as much as she could, holding herself. "What are you doing out this late? The night air might mess up your voice," Gabriel said softly, his hands crawling into the comfort of his jacket's pockets. Emmy bit her bottom lip, turning her head away. "I'll be okay. Hey, Gabe…"

"What?"
"I made a single today."
"Huh?! But, you weren't with us…"

Emmy looked back at the handsome boy, eyes filled with tears. Gabriel jerked his head back some, realizing that her face was sickly paler than usual, her eyes a bright aqua color and pink from crying. Her eyeliner was smudged and a fine line of dried mascara looked like it was drawn on her white cheeks with charcoal from the tears that fell. His heart immediately went to her until the next sentence fell from her worried lips, a stained red color:

"I did it with Shuichi and his band… at the NG Studio." The boy quickly looked away from his singer and stared at the cracked pavement before him around the fountain. Emmy's quiet sobbing reached his ears and it burned them. "I… I did it for the band… I did it to get rid of me!," she wailed, clamping her hands over her face, shoulders wracking with sobbing. Gabriel clenched his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. Yes, he was mad! He was hurt that she went behind the band to record music with someone else-
But to blame herself?
For their downfall?

Suddenly, Emmy found herself being yanked into strong arms and the smell of spearmint and Clove cigarettes, a hot, soft mouth on her own.
"Oh..."
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Shuichi rode the elevator up, his throat tightening with excitement, his face hot. Flashbacks of what happened that morning and that afternoon in the classroom ran over and over in his mind, making him squirm and a burning wave wash over in the bottom of his stomach. As the elevator "ping!"ed, and the doors opened, revealing an empty hallway, Shuichi knew it was all or nothing. "Time to face the music," he murmured to himself and crossed the threshold to Eiri's apartment room. He stood before the door, staring it down with large eyes, his hands clutching at the front of his pullover. He felt childish and stupid all of a sudden. "You can do this," he prayed to himself, over and over. Taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly on the front door. Nothing happened for a moment, until he heard the locks being undone. The door opened fully, revealing the pale man, wearing a tight, black wife-beater and loose gray sweats, his feet bare. His golden hair was damp from his bath and a cigarette hung loosely between his stilled lips. Piercing amber eyes stared down at Shuichi with no emotion nor expression on his stoic face. Shuichi blushed at the stared and bowed his head. "Uh… good evening. May I come in, please?," he asked quietly, clutching at the sides of his pullover like a security blanket. A grunt reached his ears. Shuichi took it as a sign of "yes", and walked passed the cold man quickly into the warm room.

"Took ya long enough to come over, brat," Eiri grunted out, locking his door once more. Shuichi pouted, glaring at the man over his shoulder. "I was waiting for my dad to fall asleep! Least I made the effort and came over instead of ducking out like a chicken!," Shuichi argued back. "I give kudos to you for that then," Eiri sneered, walking briskly pass the boy to his study where his beloved laptop sat, waiting patiently for its master. The strawberry-haired boy watched this with fascination and also humiliation as the novelist hid away, typing and ignoring him. HE was the one that wanted HIM over! Eiri was the one who wanted to finish what was started back in the classroom!!!

The teenager growled low in his throat and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly, his bottom lip poking out. 'Well, if he wants to play like that, then I'll play back!,' he thought and grinned, striding over to the plush, cream-colored couch and sat down, picked up the remote and started flicking through channels on the large flat screen television. Shuichi propped his feet up on the mahogany coffee table and leaned his head back into the cushiony interior of the couch. "I'll just sit here and wait… ha, take THAT Yuki Eiri!," he giggled.
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Later on, Shuichi stirred from the couch, yawning largely, not realizing that he had fallen asleep while waiting for Eiri to come out from his study to see that Shuichi was still here and waiting and apologize.
It didn't happen.
Not by a long shot.

Darkness swept in the apartment, making the singer a bit nervous, even though faint moonlight poured from the large windows. He sat up and stood, holding himself. He padded softly across the wooden floor to the hallway where perhaps he could find a bathroom. He passed a digital clock and it glowed a soft green color, the time 1:35 a.m. a beacon in the black void. Suppressing a moan of frustration, Shuichi at last found the bathroom and stepped inside to use it. After doing so, he clicked the light off and stepped into the hallway, wondering which door lead to Eiri's room. He really wanted to sleep in a bed and not on the couch like last time. If he remembered correctly, it was right by the closet where the terrycloth towels were kept. Opening the door silently, Shuichi walked into the room that smelled of Eiri. He peered closely, seeing the faint outline of a shape huddled in a lump on the bed. Shuichi smiled to himself and stripped off his pullover, cap, and shoes. He wanted to surprise Eiri with his little gift to him… even if it meant waking him up by crawling into the bed.

Which he did.

Carefully, Shuichi placed his body down next to Eiri's and closed his eyes, inhaling and then exhaling from nervousness. He raised his hand to find Eiri's face and caress it. He found a hard shoulder, bare underneath his palm. He traced it lightly and went up further to where the collarbone jutted forth. Fingertips raced up the neck to the softness of Eiri's cheek. Shuichi blushed and once more ducked his head, daring to believe what he was doing. The boy swallowed hard and lifted his chin, prepared to kiss Eiri from his slumber when a husky, deep voice stopped him:

"What are you doing, Shuichi? Hm?"
"Aaaahhh… Yuki! You're awake!!!"

"As much noise as you make trying to be stealthy, I'd say don't quit your day job to be a ninja or a assassin, you damn brat." Shuichi bristled, sitting up fast. "Well, excuse me!!! You're the one who left me in the living room all by myself to go and hide!!! But I'm at least making an attempt to… to… gah!!! You piss me off SO much!," Shuichi wailed, turning his head away from the man, who sat still on his side. "Do I really, Shindo?," the blonde asked a bit amusedly. From the sound of his voice, Shuichi could detect sarcasm. Narrowing his amethyst eyes, the boy jumped out of the bed. "I'm going home."

A hand shot out instead and grabbed Shuichi's arm, yanking him back down into the cool sheets. "Like hell you are!," Eiri stated firmly, wrapping his strong arms around the teen. Shuichi struggled, trying to pry himself out from the steel embrace. "Lemme go!!! Eiri!!!"

He felt something wet on his ear then a semi-sharp pain as it was bitten playfully. Immediately, he responded to it, squirming within Eiri's arms. His hands went up to clutch at them as he moaned from the actions the blonde was doing to his ear. Then, the hot mouth traveled down to his neck, knawing and marking the boy with his teeth and tonuge. "Nnggg! Eiri…!," he whined. The mouth removed itself and brushed against Shuichi's temple. "You want me to stop? I can always let you go, Shuichi," the man murmured deeply, one of his hands traveling down the boy's stomach teasingly. He heard the boy's breath hitch and ever so hard, Eiri grounded his pelvis in the boy's rear end, making him cry out. The hand went faster down the stomach. But... instead of feeling cloth, he felt…

Vinyl.

Raising an eyebrow, Eiri sat up immediately and turned the bedside lamp on, his mouth opening at the sight before him that was blushing and curled up like a kitten. "Brat… what in the fuck are you wearing?," he asked loudly, his heart pounding a mile a minute. Shuichi unwound himself, sitting on his knees and looking at Eiri with such pleading eyes. "Well… it's something that… I got in Japan before I left for here… and uhm, I'd thought… you know… that's you'd like it," he mumbled, looking away, his face growing a steady red color.

The boy wore a tight, black PVC vest with silver zippers and buttons keeping his strung body away from Eiri's gaze. The flaps were up like a blazer, and the vest opening dipped low, revealing bonze skin. The stomach was showing his small, but strong washboard stomach. Black matching PVC shorts were encased around his thighs like a second skin with zippers up the side and extremely… extremely… short.

The long legs were bared with a black cord wrapped around one thin ankle and no shoes adorned his feet. All in all, Shuichi was dripping in sex and innocence-

"Is that a cat-bell around your ankle?"
"… yes"
"Oh, fuck."
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… you all love me, yes?
DO NOT HARM THE AUTHOR FOR EVIL CLIFF-HANGER!
---the moonlight carries the message of Love.---

"Later Days...!"
SD