Hi hi there all! I'm glad people want to read more of this!!! YAY! Most productive dream I've ever had!!!

MUCHAS GRACIAS a Starhopper. She's the best!!! She's MY roommate, you can't have her!!! NYAH!!!

Anyway, this fic wouldn't be nearly so... itself without her being there for me to bounce ideas off of. HUGGLES TO STARHOPPER!!!

Go read her stuff, too!!!

OKI doki, then!

Warnings: TWT! Yes. Mucho. OOC-ness. I blame it on the TWT-ness. Bad language. Cute yaoi-ness. I like the suffix -ness, can you tell?

Notes: I now also have manga volumes 1 and 3, so I'm getting a bit from those and a bit from the anime. Mmmm... yep! Squee!!!

Disclaimers: Gravitation, it's characters, bands, songs, and apartments, do NOT belong to me. I do believe in gravity, though. That's not a crime! NO SUING ME!!! I mean it!

Moonbeams and Heartstrings

Ch. 2

Any minute now, he was sure.

Any minute, and that bright shiny pink pretty boy will bounce into the room and, hopefully, jump his bones.

Did he just use the word "shiny?" Dammit.

Any minute now....

Fuck.

Yuki levered himself off of the couch and went in search of beer. And more cigarettes. He glanced at the clock. Five twenty-two in the morning.

Goddammit!

He sighed, and wandered more or less aimlessly into his office. Ignoring all clichés, Yuki fully and readily admitted to himself, and anyone who bothered to ask, that he was hooked on Shuichi's genki presence. Yes, he needed him, didn't know what he'd do without him, yadda yadda, et cetera. He snorted.

You're a dumbass, he told himself.

But a romantic dumbass, he amended.

Nothing was out of the ordinary in the office. His laptop sat open upon his desk, a pristine piece of blank kilobytes waiting to be filled with megabytes of words. Off to the side, there was that god awful pink calendar that had previously been his only clue in his pathetic search for, well, clues.

He wandered, again more or less aimlessly, out of the office, and soon found himself leaning against the balcony. The various hues caused by the early dawn reminded him of Shuichi, and he decided he may as well dwell on good thoughts for a while, as he waited for his adorable baka to return home.

Ever so carefully, Shuichi crept back in the direction of the car. The sun was just beginning to rise in the eastern horizon, so the dark did much for hiding his nudity. Of course, it did nothing to keep him warm.

Stupid morning dew! Why must water condense, anyway?!

He briefly considered changing form again, but with the full moon still so close behind him, he worried of his ability to turn back anytime soon, and he really needed to be getting home to Yuki, to make sure he was alright.

He shivered.

It was all strange, he thought. And all Hiro's fault, too! True, Hiro didn't really know how it had happened to him, but still!

Then his first ever kiss, which ended with a bruised foot, a bloody lip, and a mutual agreement to an entirely platonic friendship.

Then silly, bratty Maiko had bit her older brother in some gruesome display of anger during one of their arguments.

Why did everyone like to bite him?! Good God!

Ooo! The car! That means clothes!!!

Maiko was there and dressed as he approached. She caught his eye and smiled, in a very devilish way, before she turned to give him a bit of modesty. Still careful of intruders, Shuichi continued forward and found his pile of clothes. Gleefully, he set about getting dressed.

He was just about to pull his baggy orange shirt over his head when he saw Hiro come up next him.

"Hey," the taller red-head murmured.

"Ohayo, Hiro!" the singer chirped, albeit softly, and got the shirt pulled over his head. Now fully dressed, he turned back to his friend, presently rifling through his own pile of clothes.

"Get me a towel from the back, would you?" Hiro asked. Shuichi complied silently, not wanting to really break the early morning silence more than he deemed necessary.

"What happened?" he asked as he handed said towel over. Hiro turned back around, and Shuichi finally saw the faint streaks of red marring the guitarist's face and hands.

Hiro grinned sheepishly as he took the towel and gathered up some dew with it. "I found a colony of mice," he said, and began to wipe himself off.

Shuichi nodded - he needed no further explanation. They had all had nights where instinct kicked in more strongly than at other times.

That's why they always went out into the country, to make extra extra sure no one got hurt.

Looking up at the colorful morning sky, Shuichi sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he thought that, soon, he'd be back home with Yuki.

Six o'clock.

Heh. Sleep was for the weak!

Or something like that.

Shuichi would have said that...

After staying awake all night, wondering and waiting, poor Yuki's body said, "screw you!" and decided to fall asleep, right there against the sliding glass door on the balcony.

Good thing for a sweater, was his last semi-coherent thought before sleep claimed in.

"Boy, am I glad to have that out of my system!" Maiko cheered. The trio were just re-entering Tokyo, and now the girl rode shotgun in the front seat.

"Yeah," Hiro muttered distractedly, as he kept an eye on a bicyclist nearby who seemed rather bent on cutting them off, despite the designated bike path.

Shuichi just sighed.

"Oh, what now? You're always so moody these days!" Maiko complained. She twisted around in her seat, grabbing onto the back to help support her position.

"It's because of Yuki-san, isn't it?! You're upset that you're a werewolf, and he's not, so that you can't have hot kinky animal sex!"

At this, poor Shu-chan blushed terrifically. And kept getting redder, really, as Maiko continued to leer at him.

"N-No, that's not... I mean... um," he stuttered, failing miserably at justifying himself.

From the driver's spot, Hiro coughed, breaking in to the conversation. "I think, Maiko dear, that our Shuichi has been moody because he wants to tell Yuki, but is afraid of the reaction." Changing tone, he muttered, "Weren't you listening yesterday?"

"Er... it's kinda' like that," Shuichi spoke up for himself. "It's.. well, I love him, and I want to share everything with him, and every month the three of us can go out and have such a beautiful night together, and Yuki... he can't... and..." he trailed off again.

"You could always change him, ya'know," Maiko suggested, an indecipherable smirk gracing her lips.

Shuichi sat up straight, fuming. "I would do no such thing! Yuki is a delicate soul, really, and to deceive him in such a way would be entirely unforgivable, and really... really not good!" He puffed his chest out, feeling very certain of himself.

Maiko gave him a look. "You're already deceiving him, you know. By not telling him in the first place."

"That's different!" Shuichi shouted, leaning forward vehemently. "That's for his own protection!"

"Protection from what?" Hiro asked obliquely.

"From...! From... um.... From being emotionally wounded!" Shuichi huffed. Darn Hiro, that unhelpful bastard!

Maiko raised an eyebrow at him, then turned back in her seat to face forward again. "Whatever you say, aniki. (1) I, personally, don't think he's the type to lock himself in the closet because he's afraid of the big, bad wolf."

In the back seat, a small blush remained on Shuichi's cheeks. He just really wanted to get home to Yuki now!

Vaguely, Yuki heard the front door open and a familiar "Tadaima!" ring through the apartment. He shifted a bit, attempting to either wake up so he could interrogate his lover, or find a more comfortable position and fall back asleep.

It was beginning to seem like the latter was indeed the fated purpose of his self-rearranging, when the subject of the former thought popped onto the balcony and knelt down next to him.

"YUKI?! What are you doing out here?! You didn't sleep out here, did you?! You'll catch a cold! Yukiiii! Come on, wake up, don't be sick!!! Yuki!!!"

Blearily, Yuki opened his golden eyes and attempted to glare at his young boyfriend. However, being as he was still half-asleep, the glare's effectiveness was in serious doubt.

"Baka," he muttered, as Shuichi continued to fuss over him. "I'm fine." Pushing himself more into a wakeful state, he took stock of his body and found his muscles to be rather stiff and uncooperative.

"Help me up." He lifted his hands in a silent plea.

Shuichi grinned and stood up, pulling his sweetheart's hands with him. "Ready?" he asked. At Yuki's nod, he pulled up on those hands and leaned backward, gifting his housemate and lover with enough support and momentum to get his legs under him and straightened out.

As soon as he believed his partner to be relatively steady on his feet, the singer lunged forward and wrapped himself around the writer's midsection, hugging for all he was worth. "I missed you!" he crooned into Yuki's chest.

Now undeniably awake, Yuki felt a smile tug at his lips, and indulged in stroking Shuichi's soft hair. "Welcome home," he murmured, and bent to place a kiss at the crown of the young man's head, earning an even tighter squeeze from the arms wrapped around him.

"I love you," came floating up from the vicinity of his eighth rib; Yuki could hear the note of hopefulness that permeated the phrase, despite being muffled by his shirt. He gave an imperceptible sigh and wrapped his own arms around Shuichi's shoulders.

"I... yeah." He shrugged, but knew that Shuichi would understand.

The singer did, of course. Even if Yuki couldn't say it yet, the sentiment was there. He appreciated that the writer was trying to say those special three words just because he knew how much Shuichi wanted to hear them. A huge grin split the younger man's face, and he pulled away only far enough to give him the space to bounce up on his toes to kiss the writer.

And what a kiss it was!

With a kiss like that, it was inevitable that things would progress to the bedroom.

Or at least, would have. They only made it to the couch.

It's a good thing leather is relatively easy to clean.

1. Aniki older brother, a pretty common nickname. Tatsuha calls Yuki this a fair deal, it seems. I like it!!!