Title: Kokigami - part 1b
By: bakayaro onna
Completed: Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Manga: Gravitation
Category: Humour/Romance/Short Fic/Lemon
Rating: first part - PG-13 to R, second part - NC-17
Summary: Language, lemon, bad word play and a lot of silliness all combine to tell a tale of an exuberant pink-haired JPop singer, a grumpy blond romance writer and the eighth century Japanese practice of Kokigami.
Pairings: Eiri and Shuichi, Tatsuha and Ryuuichi (implied).
Warnings: Shônen-ai and Yaoi
Thanks & Dedications: To my real-life inspirational muses, Dasia, Joules, Lutra, rat and Talon. This is my first long story and I could not do any of this without your daily encouragement and support. Special lemon tarts and glomps to the lovely Lutra for initial polishing, to Talon for re-visualization smooches danglemate, and to the incredible Joules for her amazing grammar goddess talents. Finally, to the love of my soul, stoopid rat, who is completely supportive of my art in all its forms, including my yaoi addiction. Do not post/archive on your web site without first asking permission.
Disclaimer: Gravitation is the property of Maki Murakami and Sony. No money is being made from any ventures with these characters. I am just a fan who writes and draws in this universe because of my the love of the series.
11.24.03 UPDATE
"Kokigami" has just won the 2003 fanfic contest for Best Lemon.
See Author Notes at the end of this fic for Japanese terms and other information you may be curious about.
Kokigami - Part 1b
Leaning on the doorframe slouched Eiri's younger brother, Tatsuha, an enormous smile taking up most of his face as he took in the mating dance. Snuggled under Tatsuha's free arm peeped his brother's lover, the infamous Sakuma Ryuichi, looking wide-eyed and intensely interested at the 'talent' Shuichi was exposing. Eiri's jealousy chomped him hard on the ass as he noticed Ryuichi's concentrated gaze on his lover, the romance writer's powerful, almost irrational territorial tendencies about HIS Shuichi rising out of control and in earnest even as Eiri's desires, wants and wang waned.
"Who the fuck let YOU in?" Eiri snarled threateningly.
Tatsuha grinned as he watched his middle sibling vacillate between embarrassment and anger while he squirmed on the leather sofa. He held up a set of house keys and jangled the metal KumagorôTM key ring. "I let myself in, big bro," Tatsuha replied arrogantly.
"Don't you EVER knock?" barked the irate blond, feeling the hairs on his neck rise up like a defensive canine's while struggling internally to get his ridiculous possessiveness under control - and finally succeeding.
"Why? What would be the point? You never answer the door, or the home phone for that matter since you now have Caller ID, unless you are actually expecting someone important like your editor, your publisher or your car insurance agent. And, of course, if it's Shu-kun when he forgets his keys because the neighbors kept complaining about all the yelling and pounding." Tatsuha smiled smugly at his elder brother, who was glaring balefully at the uninvited people in his sanctuary.
"This looks like fun, actually," beamed the black-haired teen as his gaze landed back on a still stunned Shuichi. "Hey, Shu, does the train make unscheduled stops? This priest wants to hop aboard one of your passenger cars and take the tour!" He pulled out a scrap of fabric from his pants pocket, which when held up revealed itself as a tiny monk's costume.
Ryuichi squeaked happily at the sight of the small ensemble. "I have my Kumagorô koki with me and Kumagorô has a conductor's outfit perfect for this!" He began digging around in his many pockets for the aforementioned items.
Eiri slammed the palms of his hands on either side of his head with a groan, pushing slightly against his temples in an attempt to stop the headache threatening to raise its ugly face. As his gaze flitted around the room's occupants he felt his head slowly sink lower and lower, until finally his elbows landed on his knees and he was staring at the floorboards, reluctantly replaying what he had just witnessed.
His idiot lover was still standing paralyzed and blinking stupidly, naked except for pink socks on his feet and a paper train stuffed onto his now wobbling erection while his idiot brother had dropped his chinos and was wearing a miniature version of full Buddhist monk raiment on his genitals. Said brother's brain-dead lover had his leather jeans around his ankles and had donned a tiny, pink and very fuzzy bunny with button eyes on his privates. And that blasted pink rodent he carried around all the time was in a blue and white striped conductor's uniform complete with hat and had been plunked on top of Shuichi's rose-tinted noggin.
Eiri wondered if he had just been transported to the Twilight Zone.
Hazarding a glance back up at his younger brother and gesturing at all the penis apparel invading his line of sight, Eiri grumbled, "How did you know about this, Tatsuha?"
"Picking the lock and raiding dad's dirty books cabinet, just like you did." Tatsuha replied matter-of-factly as he took a gander at his lover's latest attire. "C'mere, my widdle bun-bun, give us a kiss and I will feed you a carrot!" he crooned as he pulled his lover into a one-armed clinch, the miniature monk and bitty bunny looking like they were kissing as well.
Shuichi finally shook out of his daze and glared accusingly at Eiri. "You knew what kokigami was all this time and didn't tell me?" he huffed indignantly.
"Yeah, I knew, " said Eiri nonchalantly, "and if I HAD told you about it you would have wanted to try it immediately." Eiri added scornfully, "The Japanese have been using kokigami for centuries, imbecile, where have YOU been?"
Trying to ignore the bobbling characters at their groins, Eiri glowered at the unwanted duo, who were in the process of exchanging spit. "Get a room, and I don't mean here! Jeez! And why are you here, pestering us, in the first place?" At Eiri's comments Tatsuha and Ryuichi broke off their tonsil hockey, both grinning sheepishly but not contritely.
During Eiri's tongue-lashings to both himself and his friends Shu had completely lost the steam of his train and his inclination to continue the play. He pulled the koki off, raining tissues at the removal, placed the shape and the ever patient Kumagorô on the coffee table, and began pulling on his cotton Nittle GrasperTM boxers, looking dejected.
"Don't be sad, Shu-chan," warbled Ryuichi, moving toward his dispirited pink-haired friend to comfort him. Since he had forgotten his pants were around his ankles he immediately lost his balance, flailed about and fell face first onto the hardwood floor with a loud smack.
Eiri looked to the heavens and rolled his eyes in exasperation as Shuichi dashed and Tatsuha shuffled, chinos still hobbling him, toward the crashed man lying motionless on the floor.
"Let's play something else," Ryuichi requested, rubbing his nose with one hand and his deflated koki with the other as he was gently rolled over and helped back on to his feet by his friend and his lover.
"You did not damage anything vital now, did you, Ryu-chan?" queried Tatsuha as he noticed his sapphire-eyed lover had a hold of his crotch.
"No, he hit his head," interjected Eiri, lighting another cigarette and inhaling deeply, savoring the nicotine buzz.
"Yuki, that's mean!" exclaimed Shuichi, glaring at the blond lounging on the sofa.
Ryuichi ignored what the others were saying, focusing on his younger lover instead. "I'm fine, Tat-chan! I caught myself with my hands at the last minute so I just bent bits of me a little." Ryuichi smiled as he wiggled his 'little bunny' back and forth between his fingers. "See? Nothing broken!"
Tatsuha pulled Ryuichi into a loving hug, which the older man leaned into and reciprocated cheerfully. Over Ryuichi's shoulder, Tatsuha noticed Shuichi look away sorrowfully from the embrace as he went back to dressing. Tatsuha knew Shuichi was thinking about how his own lover would never do such a thing in front of anyone, how Eiri would never show any kind of affection toward him in public or even in private among good friends.
"We brought that movie you have been wanting to see, Shu, and thought we could all watch it together," said Tatsuha as he released his lover from his clinch and pulled the DVD box from his jacket pocket. "Unless we are interrupting something," he leered, actually hoping they would get kicked out so his brother would give Shuichi the attention he desperately needed at the moment.
Eiri gracefully rose from the couch. "Nothing to interrupt. Go ahead and watch your movie, just keep it down, I have a chapter deadline to meet so I will be working and don't want to be disturbed by too much racket." Eiri chose to overlook the abject misery on Shuichi's face even though the sight of it made his chest tighten painfully. Tatsuha's eyes shouted silent accusations at his brother, which were also ignored. Eiri stomped into his study and slammed the door, leaving a slender smoky trail behind him.
"I feel bad 'bout interrupting your game, Shu-chan," said Ryuichi, removing his koki bunny and pulling his pants back onto his slim form.
"Don't worry about it in the least, Ryu-chan, it wasn't working anyway." Shuichi glanced once at the closed study door, sighed longingly, then turned back to his friends with a small resigned smile on his face. "I will get some snacks, order some dinner to be delivered and we can watch the movie. Is Italian okay?"
"Yeah!" Ryuichi bounced onto the recently vacated sofa and grabbed up his bunny for a cuddle. "Kumagorô wants plenty of those soft garlic breadsticks so he can pretend they are carrots!" declared Ryuichi as Kumagorô's paws clapped in agreement. Shuichi could not help but grin at his friend's antics as he left the room for the kitchen, pulling his orange hoodie shirt back into place.
Tatsuha zipped up and was just making himself cozy by draping one arm across his lover's shoulders and snuggling into Ryuichi's side while gently patting one of Kumagorô's legs affectionately when Shuichi returned with a tray holding more than enough munchies and drinks to go around. Shuichi smiled warmly at the threesome, shuffled the clutter covering the coffee table onto the floor and away from the traffic path then laid out the junk food feast. Plopping on the couch, Shuichi began making himself comfortable on the other side of Ryuichi, who pulled his friend close to his dancer-like body and rubbed Shuichi's back soothingly. The puddle of three men and one plushie settled in to watch the entire DVD, starting with the extras included; the interviews, games, trailers, cut scenes and outtakes, and finally finishing off with the actual movie, a high-action comedy-adventure, which begged for lots of loud yells, cheers and laughter.
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The raucous party sounds had died long ago, with Eiri barely noticing the front door slamming when his crazy brother and said brother's crazier lover had left. He had worked through dinner as was his habit and had been surprised when no pink fluffball had intruded on him, badgering him about eating regular meals. Finally finishing his latest chapter, emailing it to the editor for revisions and making some notes for the next, he decided it was a good place to stop and call it a night.
Mentally cringing when he considered what state he would find the living room after being bombarded by the Three Stooges from Hell, he was surprised to find it cleaned and straightened. No evidence of the goober gathering remained. Eiri was amazed.
Also amazing was the fact all the snippets from the earlier construction had vanished from the coffee table and only the book, a few small, rectangular pieces of thick paper stacked together and the train koki remained. Even the tape and scissors had been put away.
Eiri picked up the papers, flipped through them and realized they were the script and body movements for using the koki. Mildly curious, one corner of Eiri's mouth twitched as he scanned the silliness on the first piece of paper.
KISHA: The Steam Train. With smoke belching and cinders flying the big Steam Engine roars out the tunnel. Proud, throbbing, hot.
'Proud, throbbing, hot, huh?' thought Eiri. 'Is this why he picked the train for me to wear? Or was it chosen because of the smoke reference? And why would the train want to leave the tunnel? I would have thought the tunnel would be the goal.' He combed his fingers through his flaxen hair as he examined the next scrap of paper.
The Call: "Chuff chuff chuff chuff chuff chuff chuff chuff, Whoooooooooooo! Got to make it! Got to make it!"
Eiri actually snickered as he thought, 'Well, I guess that's better than "I think I can, I think I can!" More positive at least.' His lips turned up slightly at the memory of his pink-haired and pink-shod lover slipping across the floor, intently playing his part and improvising brilliantly around the lack of script. Shuichi really had put a lot of effort into the game, Eiri realized suddenly, feeling a twinge of guilt about not picking up on it at the time. 'Of course he did, he always puts his all into everything he does, and you know it, you stupid-shit," Eiri berated himself. To get his mind off what he was feeling, he scrutinized the next fragment of paper.
The Reply: "Please stand well clear of the tracks, the 11.25 express is coming through!"
Eiri snorted. 'Well, that's pretty lame', the writer scoffed to himself, thinking about much more creative scenarios, like arriving at the station, going into a tunnel or stopping for a water fill-up, situations with much more sexual innuendo than the written script. He pondered the final piece of paper.
The Play: Swing forearms vertically to simulate pistons. Move toward your partner in a straight line while making loud, rhythmic steam emission noises. Blow whistle before moving off again.
Eiri's guilt returned as he recalled how well Shuichi had done his part in the Play. Then it hit him, if he, Eiri, had attempted to be the train engine, he would not have done half as well as his multi-talented firebrand of a lover.
With a shake of his head, Eiri placed the papers back on the table and moved to the kitchen to get a drink. There he found not only the dishes done and the trash bagged up but also a hot pink sticky note on the refrigerator door handle announcing a large covered container of take-away leftovers had been prepared for him, ready to be reheated. Another stab of guilt jabbed him. Shuichi had actually left him alone as requested, which was highly unusual but not unheard of, and had still set aside provisions so his lover would be well fed. Realizing he was a bit hungry after all, he microwaved the ten-layer lasagna and angel hair pasta with meat sauce and gulped it down, chasing it with an icy cold beer. Pitching the disposable storage container and empty can into the trash, he yawned as he meandered into the bedroom.
The moon-veiled vision stopped him in his tracks.
His better half was sprawled on his stomach at an angle across the bed, unencumbered by bedclothes and tantalizingly nude. His lover's silky smooth toothsome bottom glowed invitingly in the diffused moonlight and from where he stood, Eiri could spy in the pale shadows the soft velvety sac at the junction of the long, sexy and spread legs languishing in abandon. Eiri's earlier interrupted inclinations swelled back in magnificent majesty as he gazed upon the sumptuous repast before him.
Before he became too distracted by the view before him, Eiri moved to the bathroom for his nightly constitutional, finishing with a thorough brushing of his teeth and two tiny dabs of a spicy scent to his skin. One was placed in the hollow where his hairline met the back of his neck and the other at his hair part above his brow. This particular cologne literally made his lover's mouth water and the blond decided it was once again time to exploit the response.
Back in the bedroom, he carefully sat upon the mattress and scrutinized his sleeping lover's face painted with moonlight, flinching when he saw the dried tear tracks glimmering on the soft cheeks. 'Damn it, I made him cry,' he sighed to himself, 'again.' Eiri hated himself when he caused his soul mate to weep because of something he did or said, but he could not help himself. The fear and terror of being out of control of his life, being so exposed emotionally, so open to the chance of being hurt by someone he loved and cared about, would literally freak him out. The only defense he knew was to lash out, and regrettably the vehemence was usually directed at the trying yet lovable man who gently held his scarred heart. Eiri still could not break himself of the comfortable, familiar habit of keeping himself in a protective shell and violently pushing away everyone and everything. All he could do after being a fucking ass bastard was to make it up to Shuichi in other ways.
One way was allowing Shuichi to think he was manipulating Eiri into doing things by massaging his feet first. Eiri had caught on to the ploy after the first few executions and decided to let Shuichi continue to think he was pulling a fast one. The massages really did relax him like nothing else did and it allowed Eiri an excuse to 'let go' a little. At least, that was what he told himself.
But now it was time to 'let go' in other, more delightful ways…
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