Author's Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SENRITSU, MY LOVE!!!!!!!

This chapter is dedicated to her. XD

Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own Gravitation.

Gravitation Revisited: Magnetism

Shindou Yuu kept his eyes open and didn't bother to move. He figured he would just stay stock-still until the boy, currently hanging on his lips, pulled away. It seemed like the most practical thing to him at the moment.

Yuu had always figured that he would be frightened if he was to be kissed by another man. He had surmised that he would clam up, or start shaking… or maybe even scream.

But the novelist was calm. It was a strange sensation to have this boy up against him. He never thought he'd feel arms like these around his neck so gently. He always thought it would be a rough and cruel feeling, not soft and feathery like this.

Was Uesugi Eiri different?

Before Yuu could delve into his memories any deeper, the blonde teen pulled back. The older man noted that Eiri's cheeks were still red.

Eiri's eyes slowly fluttered open, his golden irises resting on Yuu's own purple ones.

Those eyes are what got me into this mess in the first place, aren't they? Yuu groaned mentally. I've always been a sucker for anything remotely gold… even hazel…

Yuu pulled himself from his reverie and sighed. Eiri flinched.

"Look," the author began, resting his hands on the teen's shoulders. He pushed Eiri back. "I think you've got the wrong idea here."

Yuu's stomach dropped when a flash of pain shot through those golden eyes.

Always a sucker…

"I…" Eiri's hands promptly fell from around the other man's neck. The blonde stumbled backwards and hit the couch. His hands were shaking. "I'm s-sorry… I didn't… I thought…"

The novelist adverted his gaze, no longer able to look into those pained lion-eyes. He knew he would crumple. And the scariest part… is that he wanted to.

"You shouldn't jump to conclusions just like that." Yuu ran a hand through his hair. He pulled the stump of a ponytail out. The black stands fell messily along the back of his neck. He scratched at the back of his head. "What if I was a homophobe, or something?" The word felt sour on his tongue.

Eiri hung his head. He continued on profusely apologizing. He knew Yuu wasn't a homophobe after his comment on not caring about Eiri's sexuality, but still… it didn't mean Yuu was gay.

The singer felt his eyes start to burn. Oh God, no…! he cried mentally. Don't start crying, you idiot!

Before Eiri had met Yuu, he didn't cry often. He probably cried about as much as Tohma, whom he had never seen cry. It just wasn't something Eiri did freely. It made him feel weak and vulnerable. And Eiri hated feeling that way. It was why he was glad Tohma would always be on the receiving end. It made Eiri feel like he was in control.

But not when Yuu was around…

"Eiri-san…"

The blonde quickly shook his head. "I'm gonna go." He swung his head up and started towards Yuu's bathroom. "I'll go get changed and leave."

The writer rolled his eyes. He didn't need this right now…

"Hey."

Eiri froze when he felt a tight grip around his wrist.

"You're drunk aren't you? I told you not to drink. Jesus – you only had one glass…"

"I'm not drunk," Eiri replied. It was spoken so softly that his voice was almost inaudible.

Yuu's eyes widened as Eiri turned to face him. It was the first time the teen had seen the older man genuinely surprised. It was the novelist's first time to ever see tears running down the younger man's face.

"I'm not drunk," he repeated. "That's the pathetic part."

Eiri pulled free from Yuu's slackening grasp. The boy trudged into the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind him.

The author sighed and stumbled onto the couch. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned softly.

This sucks, he thought bitterly. Dammit, why did I have to get involved with this idiotic kid?! I should have realized from the start that he liked me! Yuu opened his eyes, glaring up at the ceiling. He better not invite me to another damn concert…

Yuu knew that if he was invited again, with those big golden eyes staring at him, he wouldn't be able to say no. He would just have to make sure there was no further eye contact between them.

Or, he remembered quickly, any physical contact. The second Eiri touched him, the older man's stomach would knot up. It wasn't a pleasant experience. Yuu blamed it on indigestion.

He pursued his lips. No, Yuu knew damn well it wasn't indigestion. He wrote about it in his books, and he had felt it once before… He knew what the feeling was, and he knew what it could lead to.

Fuck. He sat up fully. I actually have a crush on him, don't I? Purple eyes narrowed at nothing in particular. This wasn't good. This needed to be nipped in the bud.

Now.

Yuu's eyes swung to the bathroom door as it opened. Eiri emerged, dressed in his still damp clothes. He was holding his car keys in one hand.

"I'll, um, leave now…" The teen walked over to the door and started putting back on his slushy shoes. He made a face.

Well, even if I can't like the kid, Yuu looked Eiri up and down and frowned, I still should look out for his wellbeing… I mean, he's seventeen and has some alcohol in his system. It's getting late and it's still raining out. I really shouldn't trust him to drive…

Yuu ignored the little voice in the back of his head that informed him he was just making excuses.

"Wait a second."

Eiri stiffened visibly. He stared down at his feet, not daring to look at the man before him. Yuu was grateful.

"I'll drive you home."

Eiri's golden eyes snapped to Yuu. The author looked away hastily.

"No way!" the teen protested. He looked away and opened the door. "I've already done enough to annoy you."

Yuu took off his glasses and busied himself with cleaning them on his shirt. "If driving you home was an annoyance, I wouldn't bother."

The vocalist wanted to take comfort in those words, but they were said so nonchalantly that he couldn't. Sighing, Eiri nodded. There was no use in arguing over it…

Yuu caught the motion out of his peripheral vision and wasn't sure whether he was appreciative or not. He wanted to drive Eiri home, to make sure the teen arrived there safely. But, then again, he didn't want to be in presence of the singer any longer, lest either one of them break down.

Eiri sighed and tossed Yuu the keys. "Let's go."

The car ride to Yokohama was long and tedious. The standard rule of there being traffic when it rains seemed to apply heavily.

Eiri sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window longingly. He watched his distorted reflection, frowning. The rain washed over the windows, making it look as though he was crying.

Yuu started straight ahead, not speaking either. He kept his eyes glued to the slick, busy roads. He would occasionally move to brush back his hair, or rearrange his sunglasses.

Eiri's eyes flickered to the clock on the dashboard for the seventeenth time since the ride began. They had been traveling for forty-eight minutes now. The teen sighed and turned back to the window. Yuu caught the sound.

"Why don't we put on the radio?" the older man offered casually. The silence was beginning to annoy him.

Eiri jumped slightly at the sudden noise. It was the first thing that had been said the whole car ride. The vocalist nodded after a moment.

Soon the sound of a blaring guitar filled the car. Yuu forced down the urge to wince. He looked to Eiri to see if the boy was contemplating on changing the station or not. To the writer's chagrin, Eiri was smiling at the choice of music.

Rolling his eyes, Yuu turned back to the road. Oh well. It was tolerable, at least. And, he noted, it was even more tolerable when Eiri started humming along.

It was a sweet sound, the older man noted. It was much softer and soothing than the way he sang at the concert. Without needing to project over all those people and his other band mates, Eiri was able to sing calmly. Yuu liked the sound.

From then on, the car ride seemed to go a little bit quicker. Eiri didn't need to look at his distorted, weeping reflection anymore. He just sat back, eyes closed, singing what ever song came on. Yuu relaxed a bit in the driver's seat. He listened to the teen's singing, resisting the urge to sing along with him on some of the songs. He wondered how Eiri knew every lyric.

Within in another half an hour, they arrived outside Eiri's apartment. The teen noted that the car stopped and opened his eyes. He saw that they had arrived at their destination. He frowned, disappointed.

Yuu leaned back and turned off the ignition. He undid his seatbelt and pulled at his hair.

The two men sat there for a few moments, neither knowing what they should do. They each hoped they wouldn't have to be the one to make the first move.

"Eiri-san," the novelist began at length. He stared straight ahead. "I… advise you stop coming to visit me." The teen stiffened. Yuu frowned, catching the movement out of his peripheral vision. "I'm not the type of person you want to get involved with, believe me. I'm no good for you."

Eiri balled his hands up into fists. He didn't want to hear this. He knew it was true, but he didn't want to hear it… especially not from those lips, with that voice. It hurt.

Yuu felt empty as he said it - not that he didn't feel empty on a daily basis. But this was a different kind of empty. At least on normal days he could imagine emotions and fake them. This was just hollowness. It hurt.

"I know," the author continued before he could stop himself, "that you probably still feel like you have a score to settle with me."

Eiri had forgotten all about it.

"So, I guess, I'll come to your next concert. I'll be the judge if you've really improved any."

Yuu knew he was just making more excuses, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to cut off all ties with this other man, even though he knew he should. He wanted to be able to look in those golden eyes again…

Eiri swallowed hard. "You don't have to if you don't want to." He was looking down into his lap. It all seemed so familiar to the last time the two of them were in a car together…

Maybe, Eiri thought, this is how it should be. We met in a car, and now we'll say goodbye in a car.

"Don't come… if… if you don't want to."

"I never said I didn't want to." Yuu was relieved that he tended to be emotionless, otherwise that statement mind have been laced with a string of gentleness. "I can't be what you want me to be, Eiri-san." The said teen flinched. "But I can at least be a mentor to better your writing. I mean, you need something to boost your band if three of your members are quitting."

Yuu regretted mentioning that little fact the second he felt those eyes on him. He should have kept his mouth shut…

Hesitantly, the writer made eye contact with Eiri. He felt his chest get tight.

"Don't worry," Eiri replied. He was smiling, but Yuu could tell it was fake. "It's the gay man taboo to fall in love with a straight guy." The blonde laughed. Yuu knew all too well what a forced laugh sounded like. "So for now I'll just have a little crush. It'll go away."

The older man didn't want it to go away…

"Then you'll have no problem with me coming to the concerts," he countered, deadpan.

Eiri nodded shakily. "Sure."

With that, Yuu swung open his door and stepped out into the rain. Eiri followed suit. Tossing the keys to the singer, Yuu waved over his shoulder and said goodbye. Eiri blinked.

The teen looked to his car, then the keys, and then to Yuu. They had taken his car… all the way to Yokohama… and now…

"How are you going to get home?!" Eiri cried to Yuu's retreating back.

"The train," the wet man replied, sloshing in puddles.

The lion-eyed man sputtered. "But—"

"Goodbye, Eiri-san!!" Yuu called back definitively over his shoulder.

Resigning to the older man, Eiri turned around and opened the door to the apartment complex. He sighed and rested his wet back against the wall. The guard at the front desk eyed the teen warily as Eiri closed his eyes. He pressed his fingers to his lips and sighed softly.

"See you around, Yuu-san…"

Author's Notes: Tada! New chappie! Some EiriXYuu for all of you that were upset after the last chapter. XD

A warning: EiriXTohma next chapter. XD XD

This is rated R for a reason, folks.

If not next chapter, then chapter 11 will have another concert. Not sure what I'm gonna do with it yet, though… -sniggers-