Cigarette Burn

"You really weren't kidding." an exhausted and transpiring Shuichi muttered, face pressed into the pillow. Yuki had just rolled off of him, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it, smirking to himself. "Hope you got something out of it."

Shuichi snorted and finally shifted on the bed so he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a scowl. "Yes, the inability to sit for 2 weeks." A pillow quickly found its way to Shuichi's head, reddening his face more than it was already and extracting a little scream from the boy's lips.

"Don't be stupid." Yuki said, with a smug smile that would have made anyone cringe. "You should've learnt there is no messing with me without massive retaliation."
"But that was overkill." Shuichi had gone into chibi-mode, big teary eyes and pouty lips, clinging onto his lover's arm as if holding on to dear life.

The writer snarled, tugged his arm away from the vice-like grip and proceeded to kick the younger boy out of the bed. "Stop being such a whiny little brat and get the hell out." But as Yuki shouted his cigarette fell from his lips, onto his bare chest. He quickly grasped it again with his fingers, but far too late. Yuki ground his teeth together, set on not exposing the pain he was in, but he soon found tears welling up in his eyes. Finally he let loose, and emitted a loud: "FUUUUUUCK."

Shuichi, who was quite occupied with trying to scramble up from the ground, startled at the loud scream (and the accompanying obscenity) and immediately jumped up, back onto the bed and crawled over to the hurt man. "Whassamatter? Whassamatter? You hurt? Talk to me, Yukiiiii. DON'T DIE ON ME."

Shuichi was utterly frantic, hands grasping Yuki's shouders and shaking him violently, all the while screaming things like "DON'T DIE" and "I LOVE YOU" right into poor Yuki's face.
Yuki finally recuperated from initial pain of the cigarette burn and the shaking he received from his panic-struck lover, and after having thrown the cigarette into the ashtray he so conveniently kept on his bedside table he quickly grasped hold of Shuichi's wrists and abruptly pushed him away from his shoulders.

"For fuck's sake, you idiot. It's just a burn." Shuichi, crying uncontrollably now just stared at the other, dumbfounded.

"It's just a burn." the writer repeated. "Look." He pointed a slender finger to a burn mark, welting already. It was placed right in the middle of his clavicle, near his neck. "I'm not dying, moron." he added, but he couldn't suppress a faint smile. Was this boy really this concerned about him? He found it... cute. Even if he was a moron.

Shuichi's face lit up, grinning rather foolishly and eyes gleaming through the tears. "Let me kiss it and make it better." Yuki quirked an eyebrow and released the other's wrists. On any other given day he would have just kicked his lover out of his bed again, but after how the boy reacted to a simple cigarette burn he found it difficult to be cold to him.

"Whatever." he said, turning his head away to appear indifferent. Shuichi smiled sweetly and leant down to press his soft lips onto the welt on the other's skin, kissing it gently. Yuki felt a slight shot of pain as the sensitive burnt tissue was touched, but to his horror he did feel better. If only just a little.
"There." the younger boy said, beaming happily. "All better." Shuichi crawled onto the other's body, sighing contently. He rested his head on Yuki's chest and closed his eyes, already drifting off to dreamland. Yuki had turned his head again to see the boy sprawl out onto him, and did nothing but watch with a quirked brow. To kick out, or not to kick out?

The writer grumpily muttered something about 'horribly cute' and retrieved the earlier discarded blankets with one arm, draping them over Shuichi's nearly sleeping body and that of his own, his hand resting in the small of the younger one's back.

"...love..." yawn "...you..."

"Shut up."
So there, I continued it. I was feeling all fluffy. Don't expect me to continue it any more, though. The fluffiness of it all kicked me in the face.