Wow. I didn't really expect to write more on this little story. I kinda meant it to just be a little bit of fluff to brighten everyone's day. I really appreciate everybody's nice comments. *blush* I have, amazingly, developed a plot (weak and small) that will become only slightly more obvious as this chapter gets near the end. \_/ I am evil. But, you must realize, the whole point of the first chapter was…well, that's just it. There was no point, haha. Anyhow, the rest is just more happy fluff. Weeeeee!
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Chapter Two...There's a Chapter Two?!
Shuichi clung to the man beside him as if letting him go would mean the end of the world. They were both hot and sticky and uncomfortable because of it. Shuichi didn't mind, though. He could stay in this position with Yuki all day long; legs entwined, strong arms around him, Yuki's chin resting on top of his head. He could feel the steady beat of both their hearts as he nuzzled closer. His cheek stuck to Yuki's chest and made a slight peeling sound when, unfortunately for the boy, the older man tried to push him gently away.
"You don't have to type today, Yuki," Shuichi tried to convince him, saying it as matter-of-factly as he could. His hands gripped his lover's broad shoulders as he looked hopefully into those wondrously colored eyes. They were warm today; Yuki was in a good mood. Even if not an hour ago he had shoved Shuichi off the bed and never did really apologize...verbally. That was just Yuki. "We can stay here and I'll make breakfast and we can eat it in bed and then-"
Yuki put his thumb over the boy's rapidly running mouth, gazing dangerously into Shuichi's somehow innocent eyes. How could they look like that after every time they had been together? Those innocent eyes widened at the way Yuki stared into them. "And then I can kiss you wherever I want?"
Shuichi's face instantly turned red, cheeks burning hot, and he pushed Yuki's hand away, looking down at the sheets. The writer smiled at his characteristic bashfulness, patted the top of Shuichi's head, and disappeared silently into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
"Why does he have to be so dirty?" Shuichi wondered aloud as he tumbled out of bed and found the nearest article of clothing to slip on over his legs. "He probably does it because he knows I don't like it." The boy paused, inspecting himself, realizing he looked and smelled terrible. "Well…it's not that I don't like it…" Sighing, deciding it was still too early in the morning to try and rationalize his own thoughts, he trudged to the bathroom and knocked.
"What do you want?" came the irritated reply from the other side.
Shuichi winced. The kindness never did last long. It came and went as if Yuki had split personalities. Good Yuki vs. Evil Yuki. The thought and visualization of Yuki with horns, a tail, and a pitchfork completely decked in a red tux, with another Yuki in all white with beautiful wings and a halo made him chuckle. "I need to shower…"
There was a long pause, and then a swishing of water. He must be shaving. "Why?"
Was he serious? Sometimes Shuichi didn't understand how Yuki could call him stupid all the time and then not know what he was talking about. Or pretend not to know. He listed off all the reasons in his mind before giving Yuki an answer, so he wouldn't stutter and sound like an idiot and then get yelled at for being stupid and Yuki would act like what he said was normal and it shouldn't hurt his feelings; he sighed.
"Just come in, brat."
Taking a deep breath, preparing himself for what Yuki might yell at him for, he slowly pushed open the door and peeked in.
***
Yuki greets me with a smile. There's something about his smile that makes my heart stop. It lights up his already lovely eyes and makes him look even younger than he is; seeing him happy gives me a feeling of joy I can't describe. It hurts to see him suffer like he does.
His cheeks and chin still have a little shaving cream on them. How cute. Yuki doesn't look cute very often, just handsome or sexy or…ahem…so I take my time watching him. His skin is so radiant, flawless.
"Shuichi," he says to me softly, reaching out for my hand. He takes it and draws me close to him, looking down at me lovingly. I could melt. I feel like I am melting, and any second I'm just going to turn into a little pink puddle at his feet. He needs to shower for the same reason I do. But we don't smell here, and we're not hot or uncomfortable. His hands are always so soft, even out of the dream, and they hold me around my waist. I wish I could live forever in this place.
"Shuichi, I love you. I love what we have."
His words are so heartfelt…I feel like this is real. It's almost too much for me to handle, and my eyes well up with tears. He kisses one as it slowly falls.
"You are so precious. I love the way you purr when you kiss me." I blush at that…only in certain places do I purr. "You mean more to me than anyone ever has. Anyone. I never want to lose you, Shuichi. I would be so lost without you."
My Yuki continues to catch as many tears as he can with his lips. He picks me up and plants me on the sink, kissing me and holding me gently.
"You're beautiful, Shuichi. I don't tell you that enough."
"Yuki." I finally manage to eke out his name, but that's as far as I get. He's touching my face reverently, as if it was a fragile thing he could break if he put even the slightest amount of pressure on it. He stares at me like I'm a rare treasure he doesn't dare touch, let alone spend. I feel so beautiful.
"You make me feel so beautiful," I whisper to him. "I love you."
He smiles, happy that I'm feeling this way. He never wants to hurt me. He scratches at my flaky stomach and pulls me off the sink, into his arms.
"We're filthy," he says teasingly. "We should get cleaned up."
I look up at him disbelievingly, wondering exactly to what he is implying. As he turns the water on in the shower, I know.
"Shuichi."
Yuki loves me. He knows I like to make love to him in different places, although we never do.
"Shuichi."
He's beckoning me to join him. I smile. I love him. He would do anything I wanted, just to make me happy.
"Shuichi."
He loves me.
***
"SHUICHI!"
A towel, launched by an annoyed (and secretly worried) Yuki, smacked the boy in the face and nearly toppled him over backwards. He indignantly threw the towel down and stomped on it, huffing angrily. Where did he get off throwing things?
"What's your problem?!"
Yuki nearly laughed. His problem? Shuichi had only been standing there in an unnervingly unconscious daze for three minutes, and obviously didn't even know. It was actually quite funny…and infuriatingly adorable.
"Stop staring at me, you obsessed brat. Are you getting in or not?"
Shuichi opened his mouth, ready with a pert reply but stopped. Had his brief daydream been foreshadowing the future? Could his cold Yuki actually be insinuating that-
"If you don't get in, I will."
The boy sighed. The reality Yuki was not his dream Yuki. Not always, anyway. The real Yuki was gorgeous and had an irritatingly attractive bad attitude. Why Shuichi liked it, he would never know. The dream Yuki was sweet and loving and…And wasn't real. But Yuki had his moments of sweetness. The occasional song, the occasional random kiss or smack for no reason, the very, VERY occasional affection in public. Yuki was, after all, letting him stay here and be close to him and was letting him stay in his bed full time now. Even though Shuichi wouldn't always get to snuggle up close, being in the same bed still completed the same purpose.
Yuki raised an eyebrow. Shuichi was being a lot more ditzy than usual today. It worried him. Maybe the ever-bouncy boy was sick. He couldn't recall the last time he was sick; Shuichi seemed indestructible when it came to some things. "You alright?"
"I'm fine," came the weary reply. Shuichi gave the tall blond a smile and patted his arm as he walked by to turn on the shower. Yuki surprised him when he caught his wrist and held tight. Wide violet eyes shook nervously as Yuki pulled his boy close.
"Are you sure, brat?" Warm lips and a smooth face rubbed against one of Shuichi's cheeks.
He laughed and tried to pull away, declaring himself perfectly healthy. It was amazing how quickly Yuki's moods changed. "Yuki, let go!" the boy squealed gleefully. The writer couldn't keep himself from grinning as the horseplay continued.
*** (Three nights ago…a telephone call)
"You haven't come to see me for a few weeks, Eiri. Busy with your new book?"
"I can't lie to you, Touma. I'm between books."
"Ah, so it's the kid?"
"…Among other things."
"You said you weren't going to lie."
"I've been shopping for some new furniture. I tried to find you at Shuichi's last concert, but your retarded singer and his stuffed animal informed me – together – that you weren't attending."
A pause.
"You didn't used to go to any of Bad Luck's concerts."
"I hate the music and the lyrics, but Shuichi cries for days if I don't go."
"Hnh. That never stopped you before."
"What is this about, Touma? My sister loves you, you know."
"I know. She also respects how I feel about you. You've gone soft, Eiri. That boy doesn't have to even try to earn your time anymore. You deal it like candy."
"That's not-"
"If you're already telling me the truth, tell it to yourself, as well. You have such a soft spot for him. Even more lately than ever."
"That's…You don't…" A frustrated growl. "He…he's so different, Touma. And unrelenting as hell. He's the type that kills you with kindness until you give in."
"I see."
"But it's getting easier to stand his constant chatter and his aggravating, endless energy."
"Be careful, my friend. Don't get in so far you can't get out."
"I know."
"Tell me…If something were to happen to Shuichi, something bad, how would you feel?"
Eyes narrowed. "Well, of course I would be worried…"
"Would you be sad? Miss him?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm just asking."
"Is someone…upset with him? Does he have any new rivals?"
"Not that I know of. Aizawa Tachi was crazy, literally. Really, Eiri, I was just asking."
An unconvinced grunt.
"I just want you to think about this relationship you have with him. I worry about you. Would life be so bad without him?"
***
"Yuki!" the boy laughed, squirming. "You're crushing me!"
The larger, naked man had pinned a surprisingly tough Shuichi down on the bathroom floor, sitting on his stomach, hands tightly secured above his head. He leaned down close enough to rub his nose against his lover's, hair falling and tickling his face a little. "I'm not letting go."
"Please?" Shuichi put on his best 'I love you' face and smiled big.
"Nope."
"Pretty please?"
"Nope."
"With cherries on top?"
Shuichi knew he shouldn't have said that. Yuki smiled one of his unsettling smiles that foretold something naughty. He kissed his victim powerfully.
"I prefer my cherries on bottom."
Shuichi tried to force a laugh as his chest and groin both tightened, but couldn't. Yuki soon had his bottom lip between his teeth and was suckling it slowly.
Shuichi decided then and there that he would always love the real Yuki Eiri, more than anyone.
Yuki decided life would indeed be very bad without Shuichi.
The doorbell rang.
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Bwuahaha, don't you HATE when that happens? You're like, yah, hot stuff, and then awww…let down. I hate it. But it just…wouldn't be right without aggravating interruption. AnYwho, on with the show.