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This chapter is rated R! For graphic sexual content! BUT, it's my first lemon. Ever. I hope you guys, who will read it, like it! I worked hard on it, garsh darnit! Took me a whole day!!!

Warnings: LEMON. Don't read if you don't like homosexual sex. You have been warned! Kinda' some language, but not too bad. TWT, OOC-ness.

Notes: As I mentioned above, this is my first attempt at writing a lemon. But, I felt it fit in the story, and my fortune cookie said I should try something new, so... shrug

Disclaimers: Gravitation, it's characters, plotlines, and music are NOT mine, and I make absolutely no profit from using them. No suing!

Moonbeams and Heartstrings

Ch. 3

Despite the early-morning exertions, Shuichi did not allow cuddling for very long. After all, he explained, he still had to go to work.

"You've got to be kidding me," Yuki muttered, inwardly complaining about the loss of extended post-coital snuggle.

Shuichi pecked him on the nose. "Sorry! I can't help it!" He gave Yuki another chaste kiss on the cheek, then squirmed over and stood, stretching out by putting his hands together and pulling them over and behind his body, arching his back.

Yuki watched avidly, though with a semi-bored expression, of course. He noted the smooth lines of his lover's body, and the hint of ribs poking out beneath fine skin. Fuckin' beautiful, he thought.

However, that did not excuse Shuichi's going to work today!

"You could've waited for the weekend, baka. You don't work on weekends."

Shuichi eyed him a moment before bending to pick up his clothes. "You want me to stay, do you?" he asked archly, with thinly veiled suggestiveness lurking underneath.

"Idiot. I never said that." Yuki huffed.

The pop idol stood again and gave him a smug look. "You implied it." His grin was insufferable!

"Did not." Yuki frowned.

"Did too!" Before he could react, Shuichi had stuck his arm out and flicked Yuki's earlobe, one of his very sensitive spots. It made the writer gasp. Before any retaliation could be initiated, the singer was dashing off to the bathroom to take his morning shower.

Grrr.

That was an act of war! Retribution is required!

Yuki smirked to himself. Oh, yes, that singer was most definitely going to be late to work again.

He had just finished rinsing out his herbal shampoo, and was reaching for the bottle of conditioner specially formulated for color-treated hair, when he heard the door to the bathroom open.

"Yuki?" he asked, squeezing a blob of conditioner into his palm. "Whatcha' doing, Yu-..... Yuki?!" He stared wide-eyed at the older man who had just stepped into the shower, and turned to face the man. Well, this was certainly an unexpected turn of events!

The writer smirked. Grasping onto Shuichi's shoulders, he leaned forward and murmured into his ear, "Who said I was done with you yet?"

His eyes widened further though his pupils dilated, a shiver of lust racing through him uncontrollably. "But... what about work?" he whispered, though rather distractedly as he felt Yuki's hands sliding slowly down his back to cup his rear.

"Work can wait," Yuki stated. In a whisper, he continued, "You were gone all night. I intend to make up for lost time."

Despite the warm water showering down around them, Shuichi shivered again as a slender finger slid its way between his cheeks and gently caressed his delicate opening. "Oh...," was the only response he could manage, though a moment later it didn't matter, as Yuki moved to kiss him thoroughly, tongue and all.

The kiss was quite enjoyable, really. Yuki's tongue swiped across his teeth, before moving further in to push against the roof of his mouth. Shuichi gave as good as he got, however, as he stole a moment to nibble on Yuki's lower lip, before pulling that tongue back in and sucking on it.

The hand that wasn't preoccupied with teasing his entrance slithered back up Shuichi's side, pausing to tickle lightly at the ribs, then grabbed hold of the singer's hand that still managed to hold the glob of conditioner. Covering the smaller hand with his own, Yuki wrapped them both around his growing erection, the conditioner serving as a very satisfying lube. He guided a slow pumping motion, making himself gasp softly into Shuichi's mouth. He could feel the short rock star grin against his lips as the young man squeezed tighter and sped up the pace, causing the writer's thoughts to falter.

Well, two could play at that game!

The turn was Shuichi's to gasp, as Yuki finally pushed that teasing finger inside and began stroking. He was still a bit stretched from their session on the couch, which Yuki had been counting on. Enjoying the smalls mewls of pleasure emanating from the singer's throat, Yuki pushed in a second finger, wriggling them around and making scissoring motions, just to be sure he wasn't about to hurt his lover. He used his body to push Shuichi against the wall, grinding their hips together. He was pleased to note the extent of his boyfriend's arousal rubbing against his thigh.

Despite his anticipation, however, Yuki couldn't bring himself to stop kissing his pink-haired baka. He simply tasted too good! Like... morning dew. Sweet, but simple and earthy. And his scent, filling his nostrils like that, despite being in the shower....

Yuki was in heaven, right there in the bathroom.

A particularly tight squeeze on his manhood reminded him of the act they had been preparing to commence. He growled, deep in his throat, as he pushed his fingers in even further, nudging against his lover's prostate.

Shuichi jolted from the shock of pleasure that tore through him, a thready moan escaping his lips as all other voluntary actions paused, allowing him to focus on the sensation. He felt Yuki scissor his fingers twice more on their way out. His next perception was of the writer's hands resting on his hips, before slowly sliding down and around to the backs of his thighs. Yuki lifted him, pushing him back against the wall, as he spread those legs apart. Shuichi obliged the position as he wrapped his legs around Yuki's waist, tilting his hips down and leaning back, finding the right angle and supporting himself. A mere moment later, he felt the head of Yuki's hard erection pressing tightly into his entrance.

"Are you ready, Shu?"

The singer could only nod, soft whimpering impeding any speech he might have tried.

And then... bliss.

Yuki pushed in slowly, carefully, watching his boyfriend's face for any signs of pain. Of course, because he was so good, there were none. The conditioner helped, too. Still, the tightness of Shuichi's passage was unbelievable! He groaned, loudly, as he buried himself in as deep as he could go, feeling the younger man's hands grasp tightly to his shoulders.

Now, it wasn't really a secret, as more people knew than Shuichi would have preferred, but Yuki wasn't actually very "big." About average in girth, maybe a bit longer than usual. But, it wasn't how big you were! It was how you used it, after all!

And, oh! Did Yuki know how to use it!

Finally fully seated within his lover, Yuki tried to pause, to allow Shuichi time to adjust, but he couldn't help grinding slightly against the smaller body. It was just too... overwhelming was the only word to come to mind. The heat, the tightness, the slickness, the... the heat! That tightness! God, he was drowning! He buried his face into the shoulder attached to the heaving chest before him, struggling to keep control of himself.

That control was lost when Shuichi muttered, "God, Yuki, move!"

Coherent thought left with control. Yuki pulled out nearly completely, leaving just the head of his penis inside, before snapping his hips forward, sliding back in. The friction was incredible! He did it again, just to feel that hot tightness rubbing against him like that. He sped up, unable to get enough of the deliciousness enveloping him.

Shuichi's moans proved to be a pleasant counterpoint to Yuki's thrusts. With the writer's hard length stroking his inner walls, it was hard not to moan! And then, he hit that spot... that spot deep inside that made him see sparks! Shuichi gasped, his eyes, which at some point had fluttered closed, flew open again, rolling up to stare at the ceiling as his mouth gaped open, pulling in much-needed oxygen. He could feel Yuki's harsh breathing against his shoulder, and together they were creating a symphony of sex.

Then he hit that spot again, and a strangled scream was wrestled from the singer's lungs.

"Oh, god, Yuki!"

Now, Yuki knew that every time he brushed against the singer's sweet spot, the young man was immersed in immeasurable pleasure. He also knew that it caused the tight channel he was thrusting into to spasm tightly around him. So, being the self-serving person he was, he continued to strike that sensitive area again and again, loving the feeling of the rhythmic contractions against his erection, as he continued thrusting into the hot friction.

Between the sweat and water, it didn't take long before the two were sliding against each other, caught in a primal dance. The slap of skin against skin created a cacophony that was music to their ears. They were engaging in their own private Beltane festival, lost in each other.

All too soon, Shuichi found himself across a certain line, and could no longer refrain from touching himself. He reached down, between them, and grasped his own erection firmly. He began pumping it in time to Yuki's pistoning hips, adding another level to their vocalizations, and another degree of tenseness in his body. He could feel every detail of Yuki moving within him, the thickness of the head, the texture of the shaft, all of it inside him, stroking him, loving him...

That was it. With a shout, louder than any previous, Shuichi orgasmed. His body clenched tightly, his head jerking back against the tiled wall. His limbs trembled, and he squeezed his legs tighter around Yuki to keep from losing his grip. He gasped for air, his vision blurring white, as the product of his enjoyment fountained up between them.

Feeling those hot walls positively collapsing around him, Yuki knew he wouldn't be lasting for more than another thirty seconds. Shuichi's scream was what triggered the novelist's own orgasm, as he knew that the young singer was screaming for him, because of him.

Oh yeah, he was good. Real good!

He managed to thrust twice, thrice more into that unbearable tightness, before shooting his seed deep into his lover's body, slickening those hot inner walls. His own groan was wrenched from his throat, deep and rumbling.

They leaned against each other, panting heavily, regaining coherency. After a moment, Yuki was able to pull out, and Shuichi let his legs drop, one at a time, back to the floor of the shower stall. He leaned forward, resting his weight against the taller man. "Wow," he managed to gasp out.

"Yeah," Yuki agreed, swaying slightly on his feet. His hands found their way up to Shuichi's face, and clasping the delicate temples, he tilted their heads together to enjoy a sweet, slow kiss, full of emotion and intimacy. He pulled away only to rest his forehead atop Shu's, looking deeply into those bright blue eyes gazing guilessly up at him.

"I love you," the young man murmured earnestly, unblinking.

Yuki smiled softly. "I know."

"I'm going to be really late for work."

The smile turned into a smirk. "That was the point."

He laughed as he was treated to a half-hearted swat on the arm.

"La li ho!" rang cheerily through the conference room as Shuichi made his appearance.

"You're late," K stated bluntly, thumbing the hammer on his handgun.

"I'm sorry!" Shuichi bowed quickly, then repeated it for good measure. "I really did try to be on time today!"

"Then what happened?" K growled as he aimed the pistol at the singer.

"Yuki-san probably molested him in the shower," Hiro spoke up from where he was trying to stack a bundle of coffee straws, obviously bored.

Shuichi's blush was answer enough, and K grunted irritatedly as he holstered his weapon, turning his attention back to the music magazine he had open on the table.

At his bandmate's silence, Hiro looked up with a questioning gaze. One glance at Shuichi's inflamed features, and a dirty grin spread across the guitarist's face.

"I finally hit it right on, didn't I?" he leered.

"HIRO! SHUT UP!"

The members of Bad Luck were huddled over a mess of papers as they worked to rearrange the song they were currently agonizing over.

"But that chord just sounds weird there!"

"No it doesn't! It's called ingenuity! Use it sometime!"

"What if we tweak it to minor?"

Sakano sighed. He didn't really have anything else to be doing right then, and so resigned himself to listening to the bickering amongst the singer and the keyboardist, and the almost half-hearted attempts by Hiro to field the insults hurled back and forth. Normally, the two weren't at each other's throats like this, but Suguru was suffering the trauma of studying for finals, and so was stressing more than his fair share, resulting in a shortened temper and a knack for insulting Shuichi. Which, of course, could not go by unheeded.

K was out getting coffee refills when a knock sounded on the door. The bandmembers ignored it in favor of scribbling out each others' lyrics, leaving Sakano to answer. As the door swung open, one of NG's staff people poked his head in.

"Sorry to bother you. Seguchi-sama wants to see Shindou-sama up in his office."

"When?" the singer piped up, having heard mention of his name.

"Now, he said." The guy bowed quickly and left.

"Now?" Shuichi asked, despite the messenger being gone.

"Something happen?" Hiro asked, curious.

Shuichi shrugged. "Not that I know of...."

Sakano sighed. "Yes, well, get up there, Shindou-kun. And come back with good news, for once." The producer muttered under his breath, something about crazy people and valium.

"Uh.... Right." He stood and made his way to the door. Before exiting, he looked back over his shoulder. "Tell K that I'm gone on official NG business!" He grinned before dashing out.

Hiro blinked after him, then turned to Suguru. "I still think we should make that chord minor, ya' know."

"Ah! Shindou-kun!" The secretary greeted him brightly. "Seguchi-san said you could go right in!"

"Um, thanks." He gave a slight bow before walking over to the large double doors that served as the entrance to Tohma's office. He knocked before he turned the latch.

On the other side of the room, he could see that Tohma was sitting in his stuffed office chair, facing the window. The usually immaculate desk was cluttered with papers, and a circulating fan sat in the corner, lazily breezing air around, despite the building's central air conditioning system.

"Sir? You wanted to see me?" Shuichi ventured tentatively.

"Quite right, Shindou-san." The president of NG swivelled his chair around and looked at the singer over his steepled fingers. He studied the young man for a minute, before continuing.

"Some interesting information has come to my attention, Shindou-san. Information that could put the both of us in a good deal of grief. In order to overcome this, I need your total and unwavering cooperation."

Shuichi swallowed. That didn't sound too good. Had someone made up some sort of story about him, some girl claiming that he'd fathered her son? Or maybe a photoshopped picture of him in a compromising situation.... "S-Sure, of course, Seguchi-san."

Tohma continued to stare at him through narrowed eyes, causing the singer a fit of fidgeting discomfort. Finally, just before Shuichi opened his mouth to break the silence, Tohma spoke.

"I have found out, Shuichi, that you are a werewolf."

Whoopee!!! Mild cliffhanger! Please review, I'd like some C&C on this part, especially the lemon, but also the band-argument bit. Didn't like that part overly much.

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