My first Gravi fic! I'm so excited. I don't own Gravitation or anything like that though. It's short and maybe pointless, but I thought it was cute. Of course I did, I wrote it! There might be a plot later to come…or I might start all over again with a new one, mwuaha. I haven't decided. Anywho. Eat it up! ^_^

Warnings: May make you hungry. Yuki's language...shame on him. Kissing, loving, touching, etceteras…You'll like it!

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He felt a knowing, yet somewhat hesitant, finger running slowly up and down his back. Eyes fluttering as he came to from a rare deep, satisfied sleep, he groaned at being awoken.

"Leave me the hell alone, brat," he growled out, burying his face into his pillow. What time was it? He could tell by the sunlight through his windows that it was officially too damn early.

But the finger did not stop. Instead, four more fingers joined it to run lightly along his back. It would play with his light, shaggy hair for a moment and then skitter down to lovingly caress the sensitive small of his back.

"Damn it…" he mumbled softly, less violently. He stretched out his long legs, kicking at the blankets. It was too warm anyway. Was his air conditioning not working? "Go away, Shuichi. I fucking mean it."

Something wet touched the back of his neck and Yuki jumped, startled. Damn the boy. Hadn't he been warned enough? Without removing his face from his pillow, Yuki reached an arm back and grabbed at his lover. With his hand around the boy's arm, he pulled the pink-haired singer roughly down beside him. Shuichi let out a surprised yelp.

"Ow…" he sniffled, trying to wrench his arm away from Yuki's cold grip. "You didn't have to do that. Jerk."

"I told you to leave me alone. You never listen." Impossibly golden hazel orbs appeared from within the recesses of the soft down pillow. Tears welled up in Shuichi's quivering violet eyes and made them shine prettily. Yuki sighed and for some reason ground out a "Did I hurt you?"

Shuichi stubbornly shook his head and muttered something to himself about Yuki not caring anyway. How unlike him to be so un-dramatic. Yuki yawned and shifted onto his side, facing his pouting lover. Unable to resist a tiny smile at how cute he looked, the author slipped a hand behind Shuichi's neck and kissed him gently.

"There, brat…" he whispered onto Shuichi's pouting lips. "Is that better?"

A tiny, innocent nod. Yuki thoughtfully ran his fingers through the wild hair of the young man in his bed, kissing him again, more solidly this time. Shuichi squirmed a little closer, one hand tentatively resting on Yuki's chest. The older man instinctively took charge and wrapped his arms around his lover, kissing him more deeply. Shuichi whimpered and tried weakly and without avail to pull away.

"Let me breathe!" he squeaked.

Yuki growled and loosened his grip slightly, letting his mouth travel over Shuichi's smooth chin to his throat. He pressed his tongue into the hollow, kissing and stroking it. One hand gripped the boy's rear and brought him as close as possible, getting a soft cry from the tiny vocalist.

"Yuki…" He was about to ask why, but he decided since that was Yuki's least favorite word in the world…

He kissed Shuichi's gently rounded chin, then his mouth, then his nose. The boy was biting his lip, eyes closed, basking in this unusual affection. Yuki drew back for a moment, watching the different emotions and expressions pass over his lover's face. They went from satisfied to pleased to confused to pouty. He peeked open an eye in search of more kisses.

"Don't stop," he pleaded quietly. His fingers wound themselves in Yuki's hair and tried to pull him closer. Yuki chuckled at this adorable, earnest attempt and let Shuichi kiss him and pet his hair and press himself so close that Yuki could feel the goose bumps raise the skin all over Shuichi's body.

When the phone rang, Shuichi let out a wild peal of disapproval. "Yuki, DON'T answer that!!"

Yuki rolled away from the boy promptly and picked it up, feeling quite evil. He smiled slightly, knowing that if Shuichi hadn't said anything, he probably would have let the phone go. Maybe he would take the boy to the park today. "Yuki Eiri." Shuichi was behind him, whining and thrashing.

"Eiri, you got a date for that book yet?"

He slapped at Shuichi's hand, which was trying to grab his own. He glared at the boy, sending him a mental message to be quiet.

"No, I sure as hell don't. I didn't yesterday…don't today…probably won't tomorrow."

"Don't be a smart ass, Eiri. Your fans are starting to throw a fit." They weren't the only ones. Shuichi was now crawling around in front of Yuki, planting himself in the man's lap, legs wrapped tightly around his middle. Gritting his teeth, Yuki barely kept from sounding…distracted.

"Well, I'll call you when I…" Shuichi had begun to carefully rock against him, face buried shyly in his neck, nibbling, hands linked around him. "…when I figure it out." Or maybe he would keep the boy locked up in the bedroom today.

"Well, we have to tell them something. I wouldn't put it past some of those fanatics to storm the company's building, demanding a due date."

"Sounds like a personal prob-" He had to pause and swallow a gasp. He removed Shuichi's hand from between his legs and pushed him away firmly. The boy tumbled off the bed with a thud and a loud screeching "HEY!"

"Look," he said quickly, tired of this conversation already, "I've got to take care of a pest problem here. I'll call you as soon as I get a date figured up."

Yuki slammed the phone down and lay back, putting a hand over his forehead, as if tolerating a toddler. "Damn you, Shuichi. I was on the phone. You're such a child." The phone call was not that important, but it was just as well to let Shuichi think so.

"Sorry," he mumbled, not sorry at all. He rubbed his aching elbow and sniffed back tears as he stood up, glaring at Yuki. When he got no response at all, not even a glare in return, Shuichi padded out of the room toward the kitchen, thinking maybe some noodles would cheer him up. Just the thought of eating started to ease his pain, and before he even opened the package, he was smiling and humming the tune to his newest song. The noodles spilled out into his favorite pink bowl. It only took three minutes to have them out of the microwave, damp and ready to consume. As the bouncy singer began to devour his breakfast, he imagined himself in a warm place…surrounded by the ocean, lying peacefully in Yuki's lap…

***

"I love you, Shindou Shuichi."

With a happy smile, I look up into Yuki's face…his handsome, irresistible face…and he says something else. I can't hear him because I'm too enamored by his eyes…those gorgeous golden eyes. They can be so hard and cold, but when he smiles, they become so loving. Did he just say he loves me? Of course he did, idiot, this is your daydream! I'm not supposed to be stupid in my dreams.

"Did you hear me, little one? I said I love you."

I forgot that he says those words so often in this place. I'm lying in his strong embrace, his long arms wrapped around me tightly. We're baking in the sun, letting the sand warm our backs. He kisses my hair every now and then, probably to prove he adores me. He doesn't think I'm annoying or loud or obnoxious or stupid or a bad writer. He loves me!

"Yuki," I say softly, just simply to say his name. He kisses my nose. He knows I love it when he does that. His spindly fingers begin to gently caress my side, and I close my eyes and lean into him. It doesn't tickle here, so I make sure to let him do it for as long as he wants. He doesn't want me for sex or to make himself feel better or just to have some company. He loves me because I'm…well…

"Yuki, tell me why you love me…"

Instead, he tips my chin up and kisses me, like he's never kissed me before. His lips are so soft, the inside of his mouth so warm and sweet. I could drown in him. I am drowning in him…

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"Let me see your arm."

The cold voice snapped Shuichi out of his happy daydream as Yuki came out of his room wrapped in one of his white luxury robes. Why did he spend money on stuff like that? The singer suddenly felt very awkward and naked, realizing suddenly that he was. He shoveled food into his mouth, stepping behind the counter.

"It's fine," he said testily around his noodles. "It's not like you really care anyway."

Yuki's golden eyes narrowed and he strode over to the boy, grabbing his wrist and lifting up, inspecting the red, irritated rugburnt spot on his elbow.

"Let go, you monster!" Shuichi nearly overturned his bowl of noodles trying to escape him. Maybe resisting Yuki instead of forgiving him instantly was a dangerous idea. His noodles teetered precariously on the edge of the counter…

"Stop being so whiney," Yuki snapped, using his other arm to hold Shuichi tightly against him. Shuichi could still smell that crisp, Yuki scent, mingled with sweat. He hoped it wasn't obvious he was breathing in so deeply. "I'm trying to help you out here." When Shuichi pretended he didn't accept that as a good enough reason, Yuki frowned at him. "Don't make me use force, you brat."

Shuichi was tired of fighting back and didn't like it when Yuki got forceful, (and wanted to eat the rest of his noodles!) so he just let himself be held and examined by his seemingly concerned lover. He wanted his daydream back. Yuki would have saved his noodles by now and would be feeding them to him, pampering him and saying "I love you."

"You're right," Yuki said softly. "It looks fine."

Shuichi didn't look up at his unusually gentle tone, but he could tell that Yuki was staring at him, waiting for him to say something, to start spouting off. Then, he felt soft, warm breath on his neck and Yuki swept him into his arms and began carrying him back toward the bedroom. Was Shuichi dreaming again? When his head bumped against the wall and all Yuki did was grunt, he decided not.

"Yuki," he started to protest, arms tight around his neck. "My noodles!"

"Shut up, Shuichi. I want to make it up to you."

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          "Yuki," Shuichi murmured into his lover's heaving chest. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Yuki brushed the boy's damp hair from his face, flushed with passion. He kissed Shuichi firmly and said nothing, leaving him to figure it out for himself.

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