AN: Jumping right into it, so I'll see you at the end!
Shuichi opened the door to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend quietly. Taking off his shoes and placing them next to Eiri's, he quietly tiptoed through the living room and towards his lover's office.
Noticing the light on under the door, Shuichi breathed. Moving on, he quickly and quietly made his way to their bedroom. Opening the door, he entered the room.
The bed wasn't made, black silk sheets offset by the blood red comforter. Pillows were tossed haphazardly on the mattress. Shuichi frowned. Knowing his lover never left the room in disarray, he knew that Eiri must have already been to bed.
Looking at the small clock on the bedside table, he let out a small squeak of surprise. It was already 11:29pm. Shuichi bit his lip. He knew that Eiri wasn't going to be pleased. Realizing that his lover probably couldn't sleep, the pink haired man decided to grab his lover from his office.
With a sigh, Shuichi made his way back through the hall to where he knew his boyfriend to be. With a soft knock, the vocalist opened the door.
Eiri was sitting at the desk, staring blankly at his laptop. The window was open, and the cloying smell of tobacco was heavy on the air. A glance at the ashtray next to the laptop showed Shuichi that at least four cigarettes had been smoked, and there was another one in his lover's hand.
Walking over to where the blonde sat, gently plucking the cigarette from between Eiri's fingers. The blonde tensed as Shuichi leaned into his back, bringing his lips to the novelist's ear to whisper, "I thought you quit smoking, Eiri."
Shuichi knew the instant his lover recognized the voice. The blonde relaxed, allowing himself to rest partly on the back of the chair, and partially against Shuichi's chest. "When did I say that, Shu?"
The pink haired man propped his arms on the back of the chair, cigarette still in his hand, and perched his chin on the blonde's shoulder. "On Sunday, when I was driving. You said, 'I swear to God, Shu, if I get out of this alive, I'll do whatever you want.'" Shuichi smirked. There had been several things running through his mind when he'd heard Eiri utter those words. "I said that you should quit and you said okay."
He felt more than he heard Eiri laugh. "Do you really want me to quit?"
Shuichi stubbed out the cigarette that was still clutched in his hand. "I really do."
Eiri sighed, turning around in the chair that that he faced his lover. Shuichi's violet eyes were peering into his golden ones, expression serious. Leaning up, he gently kissed his lover.
The blonde pulled away first, whispering, "For you, Shu, I'll try." He noticed his lover begin to pout, so, instead of listening to whatever it was that the vocalist was going to say, Eiri pulled the younger man into his lap, and kissed him again.
The novelist gently nipped at his lover's lower lip, silently asking for him to open. Shuichi did not disappoint, immediately opening to allow Eiri's tongue entrance. The older man began to gently caress his younger lover's tongue with his own, eliciting a low moan from the younger man. Eiri swallowed the moan greedily, mind already trying to find another way to make his young lover moan again.
Shuichi's hands, which had been clasped around Eiri's neck, began to wander lower. Running pale hands up and down the silk of the novelist's pajama top, Shuichi's hands found the buttons. Nimble fingers began undoing each button, until there was a nice expanse of pale flesh for Shuichi's hands to explore.
Eiri moaned as Shuichi's fingers found his nipples. Pulling away from the kiss, Shuichi moved his lips to his lover's left ear and began suckling at the lobe. Another moan was heard when Shuichi gently bit the lobe, and the vocalist smiled.
The novelist stood up abruptly, catching the vocalist before he could fall to the floor. Placing his hands on the smaller man's waist, Eiri began to slowly run his hands up his lover's sides, taking the shirt Shuichi was wearing with him. Shuichi stood there, hands still on the blonde's chest, when Eiri gently began to pull the shirt up. Removing his hands from the novelist's chest, he allowed Eiri to pull the shirt up over his head, baring his chest to his lover.
Eiri smiled as he took in the sight of the pink haired man's bare chest. Laying a gentle kiss on Shuichi's shoulder, he slowly moved his lips up, running his hands over the skin he had exposed.
Shuichi tilted his head to the side, allowing his lover better access to his throat. Gently, so as not to distract Eiri from his actions, Shuichi pushed off his lover's pajama top, allowing it to float gracefully to the floor.
The blonde pulled Shuichi closer to him, gently grinding his groin against the younger man's. He heard his lover gasp seconds before he felt the pink haired man's hands travel down his waist to play with hem of his pajama bottoms.
Mind clouded by the passion that was mounting in his body, Eiri had enough sense to move Shuichi and himself from the study to their room. Picking up his smaller lover, he carried him out into the hall, his lips never leaving Shuichi's neck.
The vocalist had to move his hands from his lover's waistline to his neck to keep from falling, but as soon as Eiri set him back down on the floor in their room, Shuichi's hands were right back on the hem, tugging them over his lover's slender hips.
Eiri hissed as his erection was freed from the pajama bottoms, quickly stepping out of the pool that his bottoms had made around his feet. He watched as his lover's gaze traveled his body in the pale moonlight. He saw Shuichi lick his lips, and suddenly Eiri was on him, catching his lips in a passionate kiss.
It was uncomfortable for Eiri, who was completely naked, to be so close to his lover, who still wore jeans. Deciding that Shuichi would look much better without the offending article of clothing, Eiri moved his hands to the top button on his lover's pants. Unsnapping the button, he felt Shuichi unconsciously thrust his hips forward, body aching for contact.
Shuichi's eyes were closed, head tilted back, as Eiri slowly unzipped the zipper. He pushed the jeans down his lover's thighs, hands moving back up to free his lover from his restraining boxers.
After divesting Shuichi of the last of his clothes, Eiri allowed his eyes to roam the lithe body in front of him. He knew that the vocalist's body was perfect, but it still entranced him every time he saw it. Moving forward, Eiri rubbed his erection against Shuichi's, causing both men to gasp in pleasure at the contact.
Shuichi couldn't wait any longer. Eiri stood in front of him, the bed behind him. Smiling suggestively, Shuichi placed one hand on his lover's broad shoulder, and gently pushed.
Eiri fell onto the bed, bouncing slightly as he made contact with the mattress. He had no time to think, however, as Shuichi crawled up his body and straddled him.
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The force of Eiri's orgasm triggered Shuichi's, as well. Crying out, "Eiri!" as he came, the vocalist shot his essence onto his lover's belly.
Shuichi collapsed on top of Eiri, his essence sticking him to his lover. He felt arms wrap around his waist, and he heard his lover whisper, "I love you, Shuichi."
The pink haired man yawned, suddenly sleepy. Situating himself more comfortably on his lover, he whispered, "I love you, too, Eiri."
The novelist moved him and his lover higher up on the bed, so that the blonde's feet weren't hanging over. Without letting go of the young man sleeping in his arms, Eiri grabbed a handful of sheets and blankets, and placed it over the two of them. With a contented sigh, he kissed Shuichi on the forehead, and drifted off to sleep.
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Shuichi awoke the next morning to find himself comfortably warm. Wiggling a little, trying to snuggle lower into the blankets. Suddenly, he noticed the bed begin to slowly rise and fall. Biting back a scream, he looked down at what he was lying on, and met golden eyes.
The pink haired man suddenly realized that he had fallen asleep atop his lover. Smiling sheepishly, Shuichi started to roll off when he felt a tugging on his stomach. Remembering that they hadn't cleaned up after they had made love the night before, the vocalist peeled himself off his lover and rolled onto the bed.
Eiri wrapped his arms around Shuichi, pulling him close to his body, laying a gentle kiss on the younger man's temple. "Don't you have to be at the studio?"
Shuichi turned around so he could look at Eiri. "What time is it?"
"10:43am" was the reply, but it wasn't from his lover.
Slowly turning his head to look at the door, Shuichi confirmed his nightmare. His manager, K, stood in the doorway, one of his many guns in hand pointed at Shuichi's head. Letting out a loud yelp, Shuichi dove under the covers, huddling against his lover's legs.
"Oh, Shuichi!" K called out in a singsong voice. "Time to rise and shine! You don't want to bleed all over Yuki-san's sheets, do you?"
"EIRI! DON'T LET HIM SHOOT ME!" he yelled from beneath the blankets.
The blonde novelist sighed, the looked at K. "You are not going to shoot the brat, is that clear? He will be ready in fifteen minutes, so go wait in the living room, if you must stay." With that, the novelist reached under the blankets, and, grabbing a fistful of pink hair, pulled Shuichi out. "Shower. Now."
"But Eiri…" Shuichi whined.
Eiri kissed him, effectively shutting him up. Pulling away, he said, "It took me two days to get the last hole fixed that K put in the ceiling. I don't want a repeat."
Shuichi looked towards the door, thankful that his manager had already left. With a sigh, the vocalist climbed out of bed, grabbed some random clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
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Shuichi was showered, dressed, and out of the house in fifteen minutes, just as Eiri had promised his lover's manager. Deciding that he, too, needed a shower, the blonde leisurely got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.
The bathroom was still warm from his lover's shower, and Eiri smiled. Turning on the water, Eiri grabbed a towel from under the sink and placed it on the towel rack for when he got out.
Stepping under the warm spray, the novelist cleaned himself off before washing his hair. Blindly reaching towards the shampoos, he grabbed Shuichi's by mistake. It wasn't until the bathroom smelled strongly of strawberry that Eiri had realized what he had done. Shrugging it off, he rinsed the shampoo out, and followed it with his lover's conditioner.
After he was clean, he turned off the water and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his waist. Walking into his bedroom, he carefully picked out an outfit to wear for the day. After dressing and drying his blonde locks, he went into his study and powered on his laptop.
He had just opened up his saved word document to continue on with his novel when the phone rang. With a sigh, Eiri got up and made his way to the cordless that was in the living room.
He had clicked talk before he had checked the caller ID, and after a gruff "hello," regretted it.
"Eiri, what is this I hear about us coming to your place for dinner Friday? Wasn't it you who said that you'd never invite us over in a million years?"
The blonde squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of his sister's voice. He should have known that he would hear from her sooner or later. After all, it wasn't every day that he invited his family over to his house for dinner, much less anything else.
After several minutes of listening to Mika question him, he cut her off. "Look, Mika, we're having dinner here. My car won't be out of the shop until Saturday, and I'm not catching a ride with you and Tohma. I'll kill one of you by the end of the trip. Besides, the brat has work that day, and he'll get home around five. We won't make it there in time, so it makes more sense to have it here."
There was a stunned silence. Finally, Mika responded, "Wow. That's the most I've heard you say in ages, Eiri."
He heard his sister laugh, and he growled into the receiver. "Is there anything else, Mika? Or did you just call to annoy me?"
Mika's laughter died down, but unfortunately, not completely. There was still a hint of amusement in her voice when she responded. "Now, now, Eiri. Why would I call to annoy you? I was just making sure Tatsuha wasn't pulling my leg. Now that I know he wasn't, I'll leave you in peace until Friday." She paused, and Eiri thought that the conversation was over. He had thought too soon. "Shindou-kun is going to be there isn't he?"
Eiri was instantly on guard. She had to know what the whole reason for this dinner was, and her innocent voice was making him wary. "Yes, Mika, he'll be here."
The blonde was sure that he heard his older sister smile. "Good. I have a present for him. I'll see you on Friday, then, Eiri." With that, she hung up.
The novelist looked at the phone. He didn't know what his sister had planned, but he knew that he wasn't going to like it. Mika never gave presents. Especially to Shuichi. The beginnings of a headache began to pulse in his skull.
Deciding that he was worrying for nothing, the blonde man went to the kitchen to grab some aspirin. Filling a glass of water, he swallowed the two pills, chasing it with the clear liquid. After placing the cup in the sink, he went back to his study to continue his writing.
I'm worrying for nothing. Mika won't do anything bad to him… As much as she acts otherwise, she has a soft spot for him. She's not Tohma.
His thoughts didn't help him much, and he resigned himself to an afternoon of worry.
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Shuichi and Hiro were sitting in one of the waiting rooms of a TV studio. Suguru was in wardrobe, arguing with the staff over his outfit.
"So, what do you think I should do, Hiro?" the vocalist asked his best friend.
Hiro cocked his head to the side, replaying everything that Shuichi had just told him. He wasn't sure what to tell his friend, but he knew that if Shuichi didn't tell Yuki-san, and the Shindous showed up, unannounced, it wouldn't bode well for his pink haired friend. "You should just let it casually drop into conversation, I suppose. I mean, there really isn't any good way to break it to him."
Shuichi looked at Hiro, and the guitarist could see tears shining in the smaller man's eyes. "But, Hiro, Eiri already doesn't want his family to come to dinner. What's he going to do when I tell him my family, whom he's never even met, is coming?"
A slow smile began to crawl onto Hiro's face. "I think I have an idea, Shu. You say he's never met your family?" Shuichi nodded. "And you've met his, correct?" Another nod. "Then play the pity card."
Shuichi looked at Hiro stupidly. "The what card?"
"Pity, Shuichi. The pity card. You've met his family, but he's never met yours. If he has a problem with it, just say something along those lines."
The pink haired vocalist looked skeptically at his best friend. Hiro had never let him down, but this… It seemed kind of faulty. He was just about to question his friend further when Suguru re-entered the room
"Can you believe what they're making me wear?"
Shuichi and Hiro both looked at Suguru. He was wearing red leather pants and a black tank top that was strategically slashed around the synth player's stomach. His hair was messy, strongly resembling Shuichi's hair in the morning after he'd just woken up, and the make up department had put kohl eyeliner around the younger man's jade green eyes.
"You look good, Fujisaki-kun. What's your problem?" Hiro was confused. He and Shuichi were wearing similar outfits, except the colors were different. Hiro wore black leather pants and a purple tank top, and Shuichi wore purple leather pants and a red tank top.
"WHAT'S WRONG?" Suguru shrieked. "WE LOOK LIKE WHORES! DOESN'T THAT MATTER TO YOU?"
Shuichi pondered this. He thought that they all looked fine. He needed a way to get Suguru to calm down… Suddenly, he was picturing his sister's room. There were BAD LUCK posters all around, each picturing himself and Hiro in similar outfits. He knew what to do.
"Maiko likes these outfits. She has posters all over her walls of me and Hiro in outfits just like this…" He noticed that the boy's ears had perked up at the mention of Maiko. Deciding to take it one step further, he casually added, "I think she's going to watch the show today. At least, she mentioned last night that she was."
He knew he had Suguru snagged. The mere hope that Maiko was going to watch the show and would like the outfits had calmed the emerald haired boy down. "Alright, then, what are we waiting for? We're on in ten minutes!"
Hiro smiled at Shuichi. Leave it to the vocalist to put things in perspective. Standing up from the couch that he had been sitting on, Hiro stretched. Shuichi followed suit, standing and stretching beside the guitarist. After a minute or so, the three members of BAD LUCK went to the green room to await their cue.
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Shuichi came home to find Eiri in the kitchen, cooking dinner. He knew that his lover had heard him come in, if not for the prerequisite "EIRI!" that the vocalist always shouted, than the fact that Shuichi was now glomped to his waist should've clued the novelist in.
It did. "I'm cooking, brat. Leave me alone."
Normally, the pink haired man would scream something along the lines of "EIRI! YOU'RE SO MEAN!" and then proceed to cry, but Shuichi had heard the warmth in his lover's voice, so instead, he rose on tiptoe and gave his lover a kiss on the cheek, and left.
Shuichi was in the study, trying to find a good rhythm for the song he had just composed when Eiri called him for dinner. Synth forgotten, the vocalist ran to the kitchen and took his seat, ready to eat.
Eiri had made his lover's favorite, steak and fried rice. There was strawberry shortcake for desert, but he didn't tell Shuichi that. If he had, the younger man would have scarffed down his food to get to the desert.
Shuichi gave thanks for the food, and the two began to eat in silence.
The vocalist was busy trying to find a way to broach dinner this Friday when Eiri spoke. "What time do you get off work Friday?"
Uttering a silent thanks to whoever was listening that he hadn't had to bring it up, Shuichi answered his lover's question. "Five o'clock. Why?"
The pink-haired man held his breath, hoping that Eiri would continue on the track they were on, and not just give his typical "no reason" response. Shuichi was not disappointed.
"Father and the rest of them will be here at six. I would like it if you were here as well to greet them, that way I won't be tempted to kill them."
Shuichi smiled. "Don't worry, Eiri, I'll be here." Well, now's a good a time as any, the vocalist thought. "Umm, Eiri?"
Hearing the hesitancy in his lover's voice, the blonde looked up from his food, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"You wouldn't mind if… threemorepeoplecamefordinnerwouldyou?"
Eiri stared at his lover, trying to process what he had just asked. Coming to the conclusion that it was easier to just ask his boyfriend, he said, "Huh?"
Taking a deep breath, Shuichi repeated his question. "Would you mind if three more people came to dinner?"
Shuichi bit his lip as he waited for his lover to respond. He watched as the blonde put down his fork, and just stared at him. Shuichi stared back.
"Why do you ask, Shuichi?" Eiri's voice was calm, no trace of anger. Shuichi relaxed slightly.
"Well, my parents haven't met you, and they wanted you to come to dinner this Friday, but I let it slip that we were having dinner with your family, and then my mom started to cry, and I didn't know what to do so I invited her, Dad, and Maiko to dinner on Friday." Shuichi took in a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.
Eiri closed his eyes. Shuichi's family? Here? With my family? Eiri thought. It would probably serve as amusement, and it can't be as bad as my imagination is making it… Besides, he's right. I haven't introduced myself to his family… The novelist sighed. "Fine. I don't mind. Just keep Maiko away from my stuff. Last time she was here, my brush went missing."
Shuichi smiled gratefully at his lover. "Thank you, Eiri. I'll call Mom after dinner to let her know what time to be here."
The blonde just nodded, silently going back to his food. His mind, though, wasn't silent. It was racing and filling his mind with images of what could potentially happen. Shaking his head to dispel the images, he mentally chanted, Nothing bad will happen.
He just hoped that he was right.
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Shuichi finished his dinner and rinsed his plate. Letting Eiri know that he'd be right back, he grabbed the cordless and went into the study. Dialing his parents' number, he waited for someone to answer.
"Hello, Shindou residence. Maiko speaking."
Shuichi smiled as soon as he heard his sister's voice. "Hey Maiko, it's Shuichi. Is Mom there?"
"Nope. She went to the store. Why, what's up, big brother?"
Shuichi smiled at the worry he heard in his little sister's voice. "Nothing. I was just going to let her know what time dinner is on Friday."
He heard his sister squeal. "You mean, we're actually going? I finally get to meet Eiri Yuki-san?"
Remembering what Eiri had told him, he said, "Maiko, you can't bug Eiri while you're here, and you can't take any of his stuff." There was a pause. Knowing his sister was going to play innocent, he said, "He noticed the brush, Maiko."
"But, how? I mean, he has seven different brushes, and you said he used that one the least!"
Shuichi smiled at his sister's shock. "I told you, Eiri has every possession catalogued in his mind. Nothing gets by him."
He could hear his younger sister pout. "Fine, I'll be good. At least I can finally meet him. I wonder if he'll get me an autograph…"
The vocalist shook his head at what his sister was saying. "Maiko, you have his brush, a cigarette butt, strands of his hair, and hand written notes he threw away. Why on earth do you need his autograph?"
His sister's voice was full of shocked indignation. "Every fan needs an autograph of their idol. I mean, you hang out with Sakuma-san, and you still got his autograph."
Shuichi couldn't argue with her on that. He did have Ryuichi's autograph, as well as various other mementos the lead singer of Nittle Grasper had bestowed upon him. Deciding to change the subject, Shuichi asked, "Did you see our live performance and interview on TV today, Maiko?"
He spent the next half an hour listening to his sister gush about how hot Suguru looked in that outfit, and whether or not there was going to be any photo shoots with him in similar outfits. Eiri had come to check on him twice, shaking his head every time Shuichi smiled weakly at him.
Finally, Maiko stopped chattering about the TV spot. "I called him today and told him I accidentally broke the doll he gave me."
Knowing that this was a delicate matter, at least, to his sister, he asked, "What did Fujisaki-kun say?"
"He said that accidents happen, and he'll get me a new one!"
Telling her that he was glad it all worked out, Shuichi said goodbye and hung up the phone. Sighing with relief, Shuichi exited the study and made his way to the living room, where Eiri sat.
Eating strawberry shortcake. Without Shuichi.
"EIRI! Why didn't you tell me there was strawberry shortcake!"
The novelist winced at the shrill note in his lover's voice. "I tried, but you were talking to your sister. There's a piece for you in the kitchen."
Shuichi didn't need to be told twice. He dashed into the kitchen, grabbed his desert and a fork, and ran back to the living room, flopping on the couch where his lover sat.
Smiling at Eiri, Shuichi dug into his desert. The blonde watched in horrified fascination at how quickly his lover finished of the strawberry treat. When Shuichi looked up again, there was a dab of whip cream on his nose.
Wondering how that had gotten there, Eiri leaned over and licked it off. When Shuichi only stared at him, the novelist casually said, "You had whip cream on your nose."
The vocalist smiled, placing his empty plate next to his lover's half eaten desert. Snuggling up against him, Shuichi placed his head on Eiri's shoulder, savoring the moment. He smiled even more when Eiri wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer.
They sat like that for a while, watching TV, until Shuichi began to fall asleep. Stifling a yawn, Shuichi looked up at his lover with sleepy eyes. "I'm tired, Eiri."
The blonde just smiled softly at his young lover. "Then go to bed."
A yawn escaped Shuichi's mouth. "But I want you to go with me," he whined sleepily.
Eiri placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his lover's nose. Pulling back, he said, "Fine, let's go then."
The novelist stood first, extending a hand to Shuichi to help him up. The vocalist took the hand with a sleepy smile. They walked hand in hand down the hall to their bedroom.
Shuichi and Eiri both changed into their pajamas, then crawled into bed. The pink haired man cuddled close to the novelist, who silently wrapped his arms around the vocalist. Shuichi was asleep within minutes.
Eiri watched his lover sleep for a little while, admiring the childlike innocence that was more pronounced when the vocalist slept. Pink hair lay softly on Shuichi's pale cheek, and Eiri gently pushed it back.
Shuichi let out a soft sigh, and Eiri smiled. Placing a kiss on his lover's forehead, Eiri soon drifted off to sleep, content with Shuichi in his arms.
AN: Yay! Dang… It looks like this series is going to have some really long chapters… I never knew I was capable of writing long stories… It's vaguely amusing… Anyway, thanks again to my lovely beta Neko Kate-chan. And if you want the lemon scene (my very first one, too!), just let me know, and I'll send it to ya! See you next chapter, and don't forget to review!