A/N: Yet another Gravi fic from the twisted mind of Sou! Isn't this fandom tired of me yet? Here we go again.
Ethereality
soumanyon
Chapter 1-My Dear
Hot lips dragged over the line of his jaw as Shuichi threaded through Yuki's hair. He gasped as his lover nipped the skin where his pulse beat rapidly against skin and insistent lips. He gasped again and flinched as Yuki's fingers tickled lightly over his stomach and Yuki's voice whispered into his ear everything he had ever wanted to hear from the man.
In the dark, it was almost believable.
But Tatsuha was just a little shorter and his hair a little less fine. He was gentler and lighter, the perfect lover. But that wasn't what Shuichi wanted, or what he needed. He needed Yuki's fire, his passion, his coarseness.
His hold on Tatsuha's arm tightened in a familiar protest and the young man's pace subtly changed. His nips turned into bites and his strong grip would leave bruises on pale skin but the moans from Shuichi's lips only got louder.
Afterwards, they clung to each other in a wet, sticky embrace as Tatsuha petted Shuichi's hair and breathlessly murmured nonsense in his ear but neither of them were conscious enough to care. Shuichi fell asleep to the gentle caressing.
The next morning, Shuichi woke first to brilliant sunlight. Tatsuha hadn't bothered to close the curtains again, the exhibitionist. With a yawn, he turned to the young man next to him, still sleeping, and brushed black bangs out of the way to press a soft kiss on his forehead. Shuichi's lips trailed over to the man's ear, teasing it,
"Tatsuha," lick "wake," nibble "up."
But there was no reaction because Tatsuha didn't have his brother's weakpoint.
Shuichi sighed, his fantasy slowly crumbling away and shifted so he could dip his tongue into the hollow that the man's collarbone made against his shoulder. That did it.
"What?" he yawned, a slight grumble in his voice as he shielded his eyes against the light, "it's too early." With another yawn, he snuggled back into the soiled bedding, breathing deeply the scent of the sex from the night before.
Shuichi glared at him, "Pervert." And Tatsuha's content smile widened.
Yawning himself, Shuichi glanced at the clock on the bedside table next to the lube and paused before,
"Shit!"
"the hell…?" Tatsuha muttered from under his pillow, peaking out at the naked pink whirlwind that was rushing around his room, picking up his scattered clothes accompanied with a litany of choice words.
"I'm late! God, K's going to kill me!" Shuichi cried, stopping over to give his lover a short peck before rushing into the bathroom to clean up.
Tatsuha was almost asleep with the sounds of the shower in the background when the door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open and a dripping wet Shuichi stamped out with only a towel around his waist that he was struggling to hold up through his angry march.
"Tatsuha!" he shrieked, holding up something in his hand and waving it at the man, who only blinked and yawned again.
"What?" he asked patiently, leaning back against the headboard.
"These were my boxers!" Shuichi yelled, holding them up both of the pieces.
Tatsuha grinned, remembering the heated rush and impatience that had made him rip off Shuichi's boxers. Apparently, the singer had been too distracted to notice at the moment. Oh yes, his grin widened, he was good.
"Tatsuha!" Shuichi's shriek cut into his musings, "what am I going to wear?"
Tatsuha shrugged, unconcerned as his eyes slipped shut again, "Take mine."
Shuichi thought about it for a moment before desperation made him stamp over to the dresser, fumbling with the drawers before finally finding the right one and pulling out a pair. He didn't notice Tatsuha's eyes slit open as he discarded the towel and struggled into the underwear, or Tatsuha's appreciative lick of his lips as he turned around and the boxers slipped right off his narrow hips and puddle around his ankles.
Shuichi whined in hopelessness even as Tatsuha's muffled chuckles floated out from under his pillow.
Finally, as Shuichi was about to cry, Tatsuha got up, yawning and stretching, completely comfortable in his skin, and walked over to his lover, wrapping his arm around him from behind.
"Stay?" he asked, nuzzling into Shuichi's hair.
"I can't!" Shuichi whined, his glance trailing over to the clock again. He was hours late already. Fujisaki would kill him.
"Call in sick." Tatsuha suggested, hands running down his lover's trembling skin. Shuichi was still wet from the shower and had to be cold. He steered him over to the bed with the promise of warmth and snuggling. It didn't take much more persuasion before Shuichi melted into a pile of goo on his bed and let Tatsuha call in sick for him.
"He-llo!" he chirped cheerfully into the phone, "no, it's Tatsuha."
A pause. "Yep, he's at my place." A roll of the eyes. "Uh huh, uh huh." He nodded at the receiver, "Nope." Another pause. "He's tired. We were screwing all night."
Shuichi sudden mortified shriek made Tatsuha miss whatever Hiro had to say in reply but he grinned as he warded Shuichi away from him with one hand and finished the conversation quickly and hanging up the phone with the other hand.
"Why'd you do that!" Shuichi cried, sitting back down on the bed as Tatsuha shrugged, "It's the truth." He eyed Shuichi mischievously, but the other man completely missed the twinkle in his eye as he moaned depressingly, "You wanted me to lie to Hiro?"
Shuichi bit his lip before glaring at Tatsuha. "You're evil." He commented before settling on pouting. Tatsuha crawled back into bed, pulling Shuichi into his arms, "Yet you love me."
There was silence as his hand threaded back unconsciously into Shuichi's hair.
"No," The reply was soft, "No, I don't."
The stroking continued in silence.
tbc...