Disclaimers: Gravitation does not belong to me. It belongs to someone much richer, smarter, and cooler than myself.
Warnings: Shounen ai, pathetic attempt at lime
Notes: I CANNOT write limes. I'm too damn shy. Therefore, PLEASE overlook the terribleness of it…I tried! Umm…Written from Yuki's Point of View
~*The Bible of Kumagoro--Getting Closer to Your God*~
I smiled secretly to myself as Shuichi's hands wound their way into my hair, hidden against Shuichi's shoulder completely. I didn't know what he'd do if he ever managed a glance of my weaker moments, and I was almost afraid to find out. Therefore I kept them hidden from him. If I were to show my weaker side to him, it would be like giving up entirely. I didn't want Shuichi to know he held so much power over me…the last time that had happened…
I wasn't going to think about that right now. It wasn't important. What was important at that moment was Shuichi. I brought my face up to look at him, smile disappearing from my face as I did so. He was just lying there, smiling up at me happily, shadows casting an eerie light over his face, especially as the rain slid down the windows and cast streaming dark splotches on his face in multiple places. Absolutely beautiful, eyes shining even in the darkness. He wasn't even aware how absolutely perfect he looked at the moment.
It had been over a week since I had last seen him. I hadn't DARED visit him at work; Tohma or one of those psychos he works for would have bitten my head off for sure. His CD was going to be released soon and they'd all gone crazy when he'd gotten sick two weeks ago. He'd been staying at the studio ever since he'd gotten better, no matter how much I told the idiot not to push himself so hard after just getting over his illness. He really is an idiot.
He'd come home last night and I'd managed to drag him to my bed after he'd passed out on me in the living room. I figured it would best for him to sleep on a real bed after staying at a studio where all they had were those couches in the lobby to sleep on, so I slept on the couch in his place. I'd awaken to him sleeping on the edge of the couch, arms crossed under his chin. I'd gotten screamed at about leaving him all alone and ditching him for the couch that morning.
"Yuki, don't just stare like that," he chided softly, giggling a bit and wrapping his arms tighter around my neck. "We doing this or not?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a bit and smiling innocently. God, I hate it when he does that sometimes.
I covered his lips with my own and he giggled slightly before opening his mouth and meeting my tongue with his. He was so different than he used to be, back when I first met him. He was so fidgety and nervous after our kiss in the elevator. I almost found it funny, the way he refused to look at me and kept wiping at his mouth like there was something positively evil lurking there. I did manage to catch a couple glances from him though, and the blush on his cheeks grew larger every time he noticed.
Now here he was, squirming a little underneath me with his fingers buried in my hair, only a faint blush still visible on his cheeks. I broke the kiss after a while and kissed at his neck feather-softly, knowing how much that agitated him. "Yuuuuki…no fair teasing me," he whined, pulling on my hair softly to show his disapproval. "If you tease me I SWEAR I'll go into th…" the doorbell ringing interrupted him and he frowned, sitting up and crawling off the bed, grabbing his sleep shirt from the chair and sliding it over his head as he made his way out of the room. Whoever that was at the door was going to DIE in an instant, anyways. I didn't see why he was bothering.
Glaring daggers over Shuichi's shoulder as he opened the door I couldn't help but jump a little bit as I caught sight of my brother in the doorway, drenched and looking generally miserable.
"Tatsuha-kun, what HAPPENED to you?" Shuichi exclaimed almost immediately, grabbing a hold of one sweater-covered, rain soaked arm and dragging him into the house, closing the door behind him with his foot. Damn him and his caring. There are times during which your little brother just deserves to have the door slammed in his face. This was one of them.
"Concert got rained out. Mika and Tohma weren't home when I called for a ride so I walked back here," he explained as Shuichi pointed to a spot he was to stand on while he fetched a towel from the bathroom. As was to be predicted I stood in another spot a good ten feet away from my brother and glared at him, waiting for Shuichi to return.
"Here you go. Dry off some while I see if there's anything around that you could wear instead," Shuichi rambled, dropping the towel into Tatsuha's arms before running into my room and digging around through my old clothes. I could see him clearly from my position next to my brother.
"I hate you," I stated flatly as I continued to watch Shuichi dig through drawer after drawer. There was nothing I wanted more than to kick my brother out and pick up where we left off at that moment, but Shuichi would probably lock me out of my own room if I dared do such a thing. Therefore, I was simply reduced to watching him dig through my things and HOPING my brother would leave soon.
"Nice to know," he stated offhandedly, drying off his hair and obviously ignoring me. I smacked him aside the head and turned him to where he was facing me, walking past him and into my room, shutting the door loudly behind me.
As was to be expected Shuichi screamed and turned around to face me quickly, eyes wide. After a little bit his eyes softened and he went back to searching through my things. "I don't think there's anything in here that Tatsuha could wear. You think my clothes will fit him? They might be a little tight on him but than again, maybe not," he rambled, closing the drawer and walking over to the small dresser he used for his things as well.
"He can wear something of mine." I REALLY did not want to watch Tatsuha walk around my house in Shuichi's clothes. That would just be…wrong. I swear, most of his clothes looked like they barely fit him. I walked back over to the drawer where I kept my older clothes and threw a couple things onto the bed. "There, now get him changed and get him a taxi," I demanded, grabbing my pack of cigarettes off the dresser and shoving them into my pocket as I made my way out of the room. I had a feeling things weren't going to end so quickly or easily.
"Yuki, he can't go out in THIS!" Shuichi demanded, following behind me. Almost as if on cue thunder crashed in the background. "Besides, then he'd just get all wet again. I don't want him getting sick," he explained, opening the door.
"You spend more time worrying about him being sick than you did about yourself." He laughed and turned to stick his tongue out at me, running into my brother in the process and causing them both to fall over. Great. Now I had a soaking wet teenage brother--who had been staring at Shuichi only moments earlier--and a semi-damp lover. Something told me I was in for a very long night.
Shuichi was almost immediately by my side again, making him blink a couple times before giving me an absolutely evil smile. I didn't want to know that would bring forth later. The little idiot loved to embarrass me whenever other people weren't around. For some reason he found getting on my nerves funny. He said it was 'cute.'
"A little possessive there, aren't you big brother?" Tatsuha asked as he picked himself up off the floor. He was forgetting I could have him back out in that pouring rain as soon as I wanted. While Shuichi loved to embarrass me sometimes when other people weren't around, Tatsuha did it whenever he felt like it. Needless to say, I hated him for that.
I almost smiled when Shuichi grabbed the clothes from where he'd dropped them on the floor and shoved them in my brother's face, smiling satisfactorily to himself as he did so. "Here's something to change into, Tatsuha-kun," he stated politely, turning that self-satisfied smirk to me and giggling like the idiot that he was. Stupid brother. If he thought I was possessive he'd never SEEN Shuichi.
"Thanks Shuichi!" And he was gone, changing in mere seconds. Damn. He REALLY wanted to get on my nerves today. "What should I do with my old clothes?" he asked as he re-emerged, using the towel as his carrying case for his wet clothing.
"Umm…just leave it to dry on the side of the bathtub or something," Shuichi offered dismissively, and Tatsuha was away and back again. Damn him. Damn him, damn him, DAMN HIM!!!
"So…" he asked after a long silence spent staring/glaring at one another.
"So…you call Tohma and Mika and have them come to take you back," I demanded, DESPERATE to get him OUT of my house. The little jerk KNEW Shuichi had only gotten home yesterday, did he really expect me to be HAPPY he'd dropped by for a visit?
"Aww, Big bro, don't be so MEAN!" He whined, turning that pathetic little face on me. That same one Shuichi always uses. I hate it when they do that.
"Yuki, just let him stay here tonight. It won't hurt you to let him stay, right?" I glared at Shuichi as best I could but he was staring at me in just the way that makes me go along with everything he says. I swear he uses it to his advantage.
"Fine, one night. Then he's staying with Tohma again." Shuichi smiled brightly and Tatsuha stopped his pleading.
"Thanks Yuki! You're the best!" Shuichi cheered happily, standing on his toes and wrapping arms around my neck, hugging me. "It's only for one day," he reassured me softly, trying to make it so Tatsuha couldn't hear him.
"I hate this."
"I know, but he's still family." He whined softly. He had this big thing with family obligations and whatnot. I could care less. My family either hated or babied me; I didn't feel like returning the favor for more than one case.
"So is Mika…" Shuichi tried not to laugh and let go, turning to Tatsuha again. "Umm…" after a small stretch of silence Shuichi turned back to me, smiling innocently. "Can he stay in your room?" he asked after what seemed like an even longer time.
"No way in hell." I didn't even want him there in the first place; he certainly wasn't going to take it over as well. Then again, there was always the problem of leaving him anywhere within easy reach of Shuichi. Who knew what the idiot would do.
"Please. I don't want him to get sick, too."
"Fine." There, I said it; he could sleep in my room. Didn't mean I was going to pamper him if he DID get sick, nor care, but he could stay. I just hope Shuichi wasn't counting on sleeping on the couch tonight for his little treachery.
"Night brother, I'm going to go get some sleep. Don't feel like staying up without that Nittle Grasper concert. Night Shuichi," Tatsuha managed through a yawn as he made his way into my room, shutting the door behind him. Who knew what he was planning on doing in the morning when he woke up. I didn't want to think about that at the moment.
Making my way over to the couch I lied down, burying my face in Shuichi's pillow and closing my eyes. Shuichi was NOT getting ANYTHING from me after what he'd done.
"Yuki! I don't care if you sleep on the couch, but at least give me my stuff! I don't want to freeze to death!" he whined, pulling at the blanket that was currently curled underneath me. Oh, so THAT was what the uncomfortable lump at my side was. "Yuki…" I sighed and rolled over onto my side, freeing the blanket. If he wanted it so badly he could have it. "Thanks Yuki!" he cheered and lied down on the floor next to me, smiling up at me happily. "You really don't mind him staying that much, do you?" he asked after a long silence, still sitting there smiling like an idiot. I leaned over the edge of the couch to see him better, hair brushing against his cheeks as I did so. He laughed, as was to be expected.
"No, I don't. But don't you DARE tell him that." He nodded, smiling happily.
"Yuki's so sweet," he commented as he twisted a lock of my hair around his finger absently. Normally I would have hit anyone who dared say that, but this was Shuichi, and he was smiling so cutely as he played with my hair, twirling it around his finger and bringing it to his lips. "Your hair's so soft," he commented absently, returning to playing with the strand again.
I reached a hand down to play with his hair for a little bit, running my fingers through the loose strands that flowed around his head loosely before I reached under his head and pulled him up for a kiss, using my other hand to keep my balance on the couch. His finger let go of the strand he'd been playing with and his hands once again wove their way into my hair.
I was a bit surprised when he pulled away, tugging on my hair slightly. "No fair leaving me all alone down here," he whined and I slid off the couch softly, hovering over him as he lied back down.
"Better?" He smiled and nodded, pulling me down for another kiss. I'd stopped being surprised, as of late, by him. He wasn't the same Shuichi I'd run into at the park that night, I was used to that by now. He still managed to surprise me sometimes, but not half as often.
"Much better," he answered as I focused my attention on his neck, hands sliding under his shirt. I was surprised Shuichi was going along with things, considering the fact that my brother was in the other room, but I wasn't going to bring that up. There was no way I was going to let Tatsuha ruin things a second time. Hopefully he'd forgotten all about him.
Shuichi gasped as a finger ran over his nipple lightly, just enough to get a small reaction from him. I smiled once again to myself as I ran my thumb over it again, toying with it gently, enjoying Shuichi's soft whimpers and whines.
After getting tired of that game I lifted his shirt slightly to allow myself new areas to explore. Darting my tongue out onto his soft stomach I almost smiled as it jumped slightly underneath it. No matter how many times we did this I still couldn't get rid of all of his nervousness. I think I hit him sort of hard when I told him he sucked in bed, he's always so nervous. It's like he's never sure what to do even while he's doing it. That's yet another irresistible thing about him.
I continued my ascent over smoother than silk skin until I reached my destination. Taking the same nipple into my mouth I licked and played with it mercilessly, taking in every little noise Shuichi made. This was what it was about. Not so much the sex, but the reactions I got. No one could ever understand just how absolutely wonderful Shuichi was at his job of 'slutty uke,' as I'd heard people (namely, my brother) refer to him before.
One hand played with his other nipple as the other caressed him through his jeans. His hands curled tightly around the edge of his shirt as he rubbed himself against my hand. He'd always had a need for those small little fingers of his to hold something. It was cute, in a way. Unless he got a hold of my hair, then it just hurt.
My eyes strayed to his face as I switched and tugged on his other nipple with my teeth, watching his reaction. He was almost addicting, like this. Eyes half closed, perfect mouth open, hair spread around and over his face. I felt strangely satisfied that I was the only person to TRULY see him like this. Those assholes of Aizawa's might have been able to see him naked (another feat I'd once taken pride in) and have their 'turn' with him, but they'd never see THIS, the shining look in his eyes and small smile he was offering me now as I hovered over him, staring down at him.
My hands strayed from their earlier activities to Shuichi's jeans button when we were both interrupted by a loud bang from the other room. Shuichi was immediately sitting up and looking past me to the now ajar door of my room. I should have known the little asshole wouldn't have gone to bed so suddenly, especially with Shuichi around.
Shuichi pulled his shirt down before wrapping his arms around my waist and waiting for Tatsuha to make himself known. The idiot knew he'd been caught. He might as well just give himself up before I dragged my ass in there and suffocated him.
As was to be expected, a few seconds later Tatsuha's head appeared from around the doorway, smiling like an idiot. One who knew his ass was on the line.
"You're not…going to kick me out, are you?" He asked between nervous laughter. I turned to Shuichi and found him already giving me that 'please do whatever I want and I PROMISE I'll make it up to you with the best sex of your life' pout. Which also, in a darker, not noticeable way, means 'don't do what I say and I'm staying with Hiro for the next month.' I learned that the hard way. Damn him and his clinginess even when he's away. I couldn't have gone OUTSIDE to find a date if I'd WANTED to. Not that I would have. I hate seeing him cry, and I know SOMEHOW he'd find out about it and cry again. Only that time I'd know he wasn't only doing it for pity. I'd never do that to him, and I'd never tell him that either.
"No, I won't kick you out, but GO TO SLEEP!" I demanded, closing my eyes and sighing as I heard the door close behind me. One eye cracked open to catch sight of Shuichi, smiling at me happily before letting go of me and curling back on the floor under his blanket. He seemed surprised when I picked him up and made him lie with me on the couch, but smiled and covered us both with the tiny little thing he calls a blanket. I wouldn't be surprised if I got sick, now. But, Shuichi was warm enough to overlook the lack of heat his blanket provided me. Sleeping with Shuichi in my arms, and his scent all around me, I almost forgot I was even sleeping on the couch after a while.
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I KNOW I still have to write chapter three for Newsreporters and Rumors, so PLEASE don't kill me ukyou! I PROMISE as soon as I get out of my slump (it all got deleted) That I'll finish that up. As of right now, this idea is stuck in my head and I can't think around it. Sorry. Hopefully it'll be good too. It's fluffy!
I warned you about the horridness of the lime action, so don't say I didn't. I'm sorry there's not much on Tatsuha at the moment, but this is Yuki's POV, I doubt he'd really pay close attention to what Tatsuha was doing. I was just trying to set up that Tatsuha was there in this chapter, and fill in the access space with YukixShuichi. Next chapter will have more Tatsuha in it, I swear. Who knows, the actual plot might make itself known.