AN: Ack, short chappie! A~nd, it's NC-17 for lime ^-^ Nooo idea where this one came from... Anyway, enjoy! *gives pocky to reviewers* Love ya tons!!
And Wai I titled all the chappies! Which they suck so don't flame ^-^ And there's a tornado heading straight towards me so that kinda sucks... -_-;
Posted: May 09, 2003


Lost Memories - Hidden Emotions
Part Six

Yuki sighed, sitting back in his chair for a moment before getting up to go in search of his pink haired lover. The boy had been quiet for a while, which wasn't always a good thing. He made his way to the living room and glanced in, finding the boy in a - to him - painful-looking position. He leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms, watching the singer in mild curiosity.

Shuichi sighed quietly as he hung upside down on the couch, head and arms in the floor and legs thrown over the back, watching the bottom portion of the TV from under the table. It was nearing ten o'clock, but he was still owl-wide awake. Yuki was working, as usual - so he thought, and he didn't want to bug him.

He drummed his fingers on the floor, idly humming to himself quietly. He grinned suddenly as he got an idea. Placing his palms firmly on the floor, he pushed off the couch with one leg, keeping his other bent until he found his balance. He laughed as he stuck both feet in the air, managing to stay upright.

Yuki raised an eyebrow at the boy's antics as he watched him for a few moments. "How much blood do you think your little brain needs?" he finally asked.

Shuichi started in surprise, losing his balance and crashing against the table with a yelp. He moaned pitifully, clutching at his side as he curled into a ball. Yuki frowned slightly and stalked over. "Just kidding!" cried Shuichi, jumping up and launching himself at the taller man with a cackle.

Yuki gave a soft grunt as the singer's full weight crashed into him and they landed on the couch. He glanced up with a slightly annoyed expression and found violet eyes grinning down at him. He stared at the boy for a moment before raising a hand and brushing his fingertips over the side of his face.

Shuichi leaned into the light touch, eyes darkening as they closed halfway. He leaned forward suddenly, capturing the author's lips in a deep kiss as his hands roamed over his chest.

Yuki was slightly surprised by Shuichi's forwardness, but he recovered quickly. He wrapped his arms around the teen's waist, holding him close as he returned the passionate kiss tenfold. He slid his tongue past parted lips, running it across the roof of Shuichi's mouth. His hands moved under his shirt to caress his slim sides, fingers skimming lightly over bare flesh. The smaller boy moaned quietly under the onslaught, hands clutching at the man's shoulders. Yuki pulled back after a few moments, hands moving to pull the tank top over the panting boy's head as his lips left light kisses on his neck.

"Yuki," he breathed, hands working to unbutton the author's shirt. They were stopped in their tracks as his lips were claimed again in a heated kiss that was hot and urgent and desperate and slow and agonizingly sweet all at the same time. He whimpered quietly as he leaned into it, pressing his body against the one under him as he tried to get as close as he could.

His hands finally began to work again, and he put them to quick use as he slid his tongue against Yuki's, feeling a slight tremor move through the body beneath him. Finishing with the buttons, he slipped the shirt partly off the taller man's shoulders before trailing his hands over his chest, lingering in some places more than others. He glanced up with a small pout when he was pushed away, but the hungry look in Yuki's darkened eyes silenced his protests.

Yuki stood swiftly and gracefully before pulling Shuichi up after him, hands tangled in the pink locks as he kissed him fiercely, both of them stumbling down the hall. When they finally reached the bed, he pushed the smaller boy down and pinned the slim form beneath his own, his touches and kisses becoming more forceful.

Shuichi arched up against Yuki, not surprised, or complaining, at the sudden change in tempo. He moaned, gladly surrendering to the almost-frantic caresses.

Afterwards, when they both lay sated and tangled with each other and with the sheets, Yuki glanced down at his quietly dozing lover as he trailed a hand over the boy's back. The singer shivered slightly and he sighed with a brief smile before drifting into dreamland himself.

He was awoken sometime later by the telephone. He blinked his eyes open and untangled himself from the near-death like grip that Shuichi had on him. He easily made his way to the ringing appliance through the darkness, which was a semi-grey from the rising of the sun, and picked it up.

"Eiri." He pinched the bridge of his nose with a quiet sigh and a curse. "Eiri, I know you're there, answer me," commanded a woman's strong voice.

"What do you want?" he snapped, for some reason resisting the urge to hang up.

"Eiri..." A quiet sigh followed. "Eiri we need to talk."

"And why is that?"

"Because I can't stand to see you like this. Meet me at Touma's usual place... Please, Eiri."

It sounded strange to him to hear her begging. "Fine," he replied curtly, slamming down the phone with a silent curse. He had just condemned himself to hell.