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By the way...it's sort of useful if, when reading this, you have actually heard of and read Gravitation. Just a hint. ;) If you are confused email for a summary of the weird and wonderful plot. (It's a manga if that helps you any.) Anyhow. Enjoy this pile of crepe paper if ya can. May ze bananas watch over you.
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Finally. Yuki ran a hand through dishevelled hair and rubbed a knuckle into one bleary eye. Time for sleeeeeeep. Stumbling slightly he heaved himself out of his chair and padded silently, if waveringly, for the bedroom. Padded towards soft, squishy duvets and a baka to curl up next to. And stopped dead.
"H-h-hiro! Stop it! Nnnh! That's enough!"
"C'mon...mmph"
"Please Hiro! I told you...ahhh!"
Yuki was instantly awake. Bedsprings creaked and groaned as bodies moved on the other side of the door. His heart sank slowly and steadily for his toes as the high pitched mewls of his lover floated through the door. He could hear Hiro's heavy pants and a crash that spelled the end of that goddam expensive chair he had been foolish enough to put in there. His mouth went dry as his baka's voice cut through the wood.
"Hiro! N-not there! AAAAAHHHH! Th-that TICKLES!"
"God Shu! Shut up! He'll hear you!"
Silence reined inside the room and he imagined the two of them turning silently to face the hallway, listening for his angry footsteps. He hardly breathed, straining to catch any movement.
"He must be still writing. We're ok. Unnnhhhh! Hiro! I never said-"
"Shut up."
He pictured Hiro's silky red mane sifting through the air in slow motion, Shuichi's head thrown back, his perfect mouth open, sweat beading on his soft skin. Anger coursed through his veins. HIS Shuichi's perfect mouth. He'd make Nakano pay. He had no right to- who did he think he was kidding? He couldn't stop them. It seemed Shu-chan had chosen. He wilted, the fiery red of anger seeping from his body and turning the air into choking smoke, ripping his throat.
Taking a deep breath he put a shaking hand on the doorknob. How could he do this to me? He promised me! He promised me...The door was suddenly flung open from the inside and Yuki's eyes met with the sweat-slicked body of his lover, his wide, shocked and guilty eyes and the smugly smirking face of Hiroshi Nakano. His own eyes travelled over the runkled sheets, the fluorescent green clothes of his lover tossed clumsily into the corner, the overturned chair. The smell of foreign sweat mingled with the oh so familiar scent of Shuichi's body. He let his pain-filled eyes drift back to the remorse-stricken face staring desperately into his own. Trickles of perspiration slid down the perfect skin of his cheeks as Shuichi brushed the sweat-soaked pink strands clogging his forehead to the side. His bruised lips were crushed in an anguished pout. He's so goddam beautiful...
"Yuki! I'm sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen! I swear! We just...I won't do it again! But Hiro needs me! I can't let him-"
"I told you baka! No more of this goddam kick boxing! That chair's a Starck original! And I'm running out of steaks already!"
Did I surprise ya? D
Note: "baka" is Japanese for "fool"