AN) Woot! Third chapter! So much for a one shot… ; I was having some trouble coming up with a plot that was at least close to the last chapter. It's probably not that great, but I did my best… I do almost all of my writing after 10PM, and I'm reduced to drinking Ginger Ale for my caffeine rush due to the fact I ran out of Coke again… ;

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation but Maki Murakami does. I wish I did, but hey, ya can't have it all!

Chapter 3

"You saw WHAT?!" Shuichi practically yelled, starring in shock at his best friend Hiro.

It was Monday afternoon, and Hiro had been acting strange. He looked like he'd slept poorly for the last few days, and Shuichi could swear his friend was avoiding him! Finally, he'd decided to come out with his usual blunt innocence and ask him what was wrong, said action leading to this current confrontation.

"What do you mean 'you saw us banging'?!" he yelled again, blushing bright enough to put the sun to shame.

Blushing nearly as brightly, Hiro yelled back "The door was open so I came in to drop off the stuff like we'd planned! It's not my fault you'd picked that time to have a good fuck with your boyfriend! In the shower no less!"

"I can't believe you!" Shuichi retorted, close to tears he was so embarrassed, "You're the one who walked in on us! Lovers do that you know…" He turned away, painfully aware of the unnatural shade of his face.

"At least shut the door! For chrissake, you're like a fucking whore! The only difference is you're not getting paid!" Hiro went too far.

Shocked and hurt, Shuichi whipped around and slapped Hiro as hard as he could, causing the larger boy to stagger back in surprise, one hand to stinging cheek. "I'm not a whore! You haven't got any right to say that!" he sobbed, "How could you…"

Spinning, he ran off, arm in front of his face and shoving passed Sakano-san. The older man twisted to stare incredulously after the hysterically sobbing boy, then turned around to face an equally surprised Hiro. "What happened Nakano-kun?!"

Shaking his head, Hiro faced the distraught man. "Just leave him be, this is my fault. I went over to drop off some stuff on Saturday and walked in on him and Yuki-san…" he blushed again.

"You did WHAT?!"

Hiro sighed, dejavu…

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Yuki rubbed his eyes.

The brat wasn't supposed to come home till late that night, so what the hell was he doing here now? And in tears no less!

"What am I going to do Yuki?! He said I'm a whore! Hiro probably hates me now! WAAAHHHH!!!!" The hysterical singer clung to his waist, sobbing profusely and soaking the front of the irritated novelist's shirt.

"Listen brat, I don't have time to deal with your petty squabbles. I have a deadline to make, so get the hell out of here!"

Yuki immediately regretted his harsh words as Shuichi looked up at him, wearing a shocked and hurt expression for the second time that day. He looked away and backed out of the room, rubbing his eyes trying unsuccessfully to hide his tears.

"I'm sorry Yuki…" he whispered and ran down the hall, his face hidden in his sleeve.

He caught a glimpse of his lover standing up, hand outstretched calling his name, but he didn't pay any attention. Sobbing, he ran to the living room and collapsed on the couch and cupped his face in his hands, tears running unchecked down his face to land in a rapidly growing puddle on the pillow under his chin.

Why was this happening to him? His best friend believed he was a slut, and Yuki didn't want him around! What the hell did he do wrong?!

Caught up in his grief, the boy didn't notice as his blonde lover came into the room and stood in the doorway, watching him.

Yuki silently berated himself. He knew how sensitive Shuichi was, he really had to start watching what he said! He stared at the crying lump on the couch for a minute, deciding what to do. Making up his mind, he walked over silently and sat down on the couch with the pink haired singer, gently taking hold of the boy's shoulders and drawing him into a hug. Shuichi pressed his face into the man's shoulder and sobbed while Yuki simply held him, rocking him back and forth a little as if he was a small child.

Eventually even Shuichi had to run out of tears and reluctantly drew back from the blonde author, rubbing his sore eyes and snuffling. Reaching out, Yuki took hold of his hand and pulled it away from his face lest he make his already puffy eyes any worse and brushed away the boy's tears with his left hand.

"What brought this on?" he asked calmly, as if the earlier incident in the study hadn't happened.

"Hiro (hic) had walked in (hic) on Saturday and he (hic) saw us… in the shower…" he said quietly, blushing again. "What if he's right Yuki? (hic) I am a dirty slut (hic) aren't I?!"

Yuki snorted. "Let me guess, our little 'show' shocked the poor innocent boy's delicate sensibilities, and he figures it's your fault." he said, sarcasm evident. When Shuichi nodded, he sighed. "It's not your fault Shu-chan, if anything, it's mine." he pulled the boy's head onto his shoulder again. "I should have shut the door properly and make sure no one was around."

Chuckling a little, he lifted Shuichi's tear ravaged face up into the light. "And besides, if you were a whore, you'd be so filthy rich by now you wouldn't be bothering with work." Shuichi looked up at him and smiled a little, rubbing his nose on his shirt sleeve before leaning up to give Yuki a soft kiss.

"Get up brat," Yuki chided gently, smiling slightly. "I gotta get us something to eat."

"I'll help too!" Shuichi said, cheerful again as he crawled off Yuki's lap and jumped up. Shaking his head, Yuki shuffled off muttering something about "…damn brat… burn the house down…" as the small pink haired boy bounced happily after him.

Skipping ahead, Shuichi lead the way to the kitchen then, stopping suddenly, he gasped. "My apron! I gotta go get it!" Turning, he ran into Yuki and bounced off the larger man, grabbing hold of the front of his shirt as he fell backwards.

RIIIPPPP!!!!

Shuichi landed on the floor with a loud thud, then gasped when he realized he was still holding part of Yuki's shirt. Looking up, he met the shocked blonde's eyes and leaped to his feet, already babbling an apology. "I'm so sorry Yuki I didn't mean to do that-"

He cut off abruptly as the older man shoved him into the wall and promptly kissed him. Looking at the shocked boy's face, Yuki made a mental note to remember how affective that method of shutting him up was.

Surprised, Shuichi stared up at him wide-eyed, then leaned up to kiss the blonde again. Closing his eyes, Shuichi wrapped his arms around Yuki's neck as he felt his tall lover's arms encircle his waist, drawing him close. Yuki licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Shuichi happily accepted, parting his lips slightly and stretching out his own tongue to meet that of his lover.

Bracing his right hand against the wall, Yuki slid his left under the edge of Shuichi's shirt, slowly drawing up as he gently caressed his way across his chest, drawing a soft gasp from the boy when he pinched one of his lover's erect nipples. Shuichi moaned slightly as he felt the older man slowly draw his hand downwards again, then cried out when Yuki grabbed hold of his growing arousal, arching towards the touch.

Grinning at the boy's pleasing reaction, Yuki slid both hands down the underside of the singer's thighs just below his tight little ass. With a grunt, he lifted the boy up, bracing him against the wall and leaning in to kiss him again, Shuichi wrapping his long legs around the man's waist.

Thrusting his tongue back in to taste his Shuichi's mouth, Yuki pressed his hips against his little lover. The boy gasped, Yuki's now hard erection digging against his groin, feeling his own arousal swiftly swelling. "Yu…ki…" he moaned… "Please… take me…."

Yuki smirked on the boy's lips, then gripping his lover's firm rear, he drew away from the wall, slowly heading in the direction of the bedroom.

Lowering his head to lick the boy's neck, he paused in the bathroom, balancing Shuichi on the counter as he groped around for the small bottle of lube. The would be needing it very soon…

Lube in hand, he lifted Shuichi again, resisting the urge to take the boy right then and there on the floor and continued down the hall. Entering the room, he tossed Shuichi bodily onto the bed then jumped on himself, immediately grabbing hold of the smaller boy's wrists and pinning them above his head.

Yuki straddled Shuichi's hips, then leaned down again to kiss him, whispering "Here's your punishment…" Abruptly, he released his little lover's wrists, grabbing hold of the boy's shirt instead.

RRRRIIIIIPPPP!!!!

He tore the undersized shirt from the adorable boy's hot little body, slamming his mouth back down to smother any complaints his brat might make.

Keeping the boy distracted with his mouth on his neck, Yuki began deftly unbuttoning the pink haired singer's pants, quickly drawing them off. He began groping Shuichi through the thin fabric of his gray boxers, leaning back to watch the little vocalist writhing around on the bed. Grin widening, Yuki slid his hand down inside the boxers and drew out his lover's stiff erection, the boy's screams and pants arousing him even more.

Yuki ran his hand along Shuichi's shaft from the tip to the base then gently rubbed his thumb underneath it. Reaching out with his other hand, he began to fondle Shuichi's balls, feeling them tighten up beneath his ministrations as their owner whimpered and mewled, clutching hold of the sheets. With a feather light touch, he began to trace patterns onto the sensitive skin of the boy's erection, then gave it a tug. Shuichi screamed again, pressing himself into Yuki as the man removed a hand from his balls and placed it on his hip, pinning him to the bed. He cupped Shuichi and moved his hand up and down, feeling his own hard-on throbbing against the tight barrier of his pants.

Finally, the boy came in Yuki's hand, arching his back and shutting his eyes as he rode the intense rush of pleasure, his body convulsing. Panting, Shuichi propped himself up on one elbow and lifted his face to meet Yuki's lips with his own.

He reached down and started unbuckling the older man's belt as Yuki ran his strong hands all over his body. Giving it a tug, he tossed the belt onto the floor and quickly pulled off his blonde lover's pants. Lust overwhelming all other emotions, Shuichi removed the last piece of fabric barring their way.

Yuki shoved the boy flat on his back, never once breaking the contact between their lips as he leaned down to chew on his tiny lover's collar bone, drawing his tongue up and down in long leisurely strokes. He shifted his hips a little, causing their throbbing arousals to rub together, the friction making him to shiver violently and Shuichi moan loudly.

Desire taking over, Yuki grabbed hold of the slim bottle of lube as he uncapped it and squeezed some onto his fingers. Shuichi spread his legs wider and lifted one up onto Yuki's shoulder, giving the larger man more room to work with.

He gasped, feeling Yuki's long index finger sliding up inside him gently. Moving it slowly in and out, Yuki added a second finger, stretching the submissive boy out. Shuichi was breathing heavily, his hard-on rapidly growing again as the older man scissored him lustfully. As the final finger enters his body, Shuichi cried out, bucking his hips against Yuki's hand. "Please Yuki…" he whimpered, "I want… please…"

Yuki grasped hold of the pink haired singer's long graceful legs and wrapped them around his waist, then he took hold of the boy's own waist and lifted him up onto his lap. Using his hand, he lined himself up, then with a gentle kiss, he grabbed Shuichi's hips and forced the boy down onto him.

Shuichi screamed, arching against the man's chest as he felt Yuki enter deep into his body. Taking a second to adjust, Yuki smirked at the younger boy writhing against him, mewling and whimpering, his body demanding its needs be met. Gripping Shuichi's hips tighter, Yuki slowly lifted him up then thrust him back down hard.

"Yuki!" the singer cried out, impaled on Yuki's huge erection. Using his legs, he helped to lever his body up, pleasuring Yuki as best he could.

With a growl, Yuki became impatient and leaned forward, dumping the boy back onto the bed. Moaning, he had his way with his lover pressed flush to the mattress, running his hands over the slender boy's body and thrusting his hips forward as hard as he could. Shuichi cried out every time Yuki slammed in, driving himself hilt deep into his lover's tight ass, moaning as he fulfilled his pleasurable need.

"Yuki… I… love… you" he panted.

Leaning down, Yuki met his lips with a crushing kiss before softly whispering "I love… you too… Shu-chan," punctuating his words with deep thrusts, causing the bed to shake from the rhythm of their joined bodies.

Arching, Shuichi screamed loud so loud the neighbors surely heard as Yuki hit his 'sweet spot', tears running silently down his face at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure mixed with pain as Yuki filled him to the breaking point. Reaching up to grasp the larger man's hips, Shuichi forced himself down, meeting Yuki halfway as the author drove deeper into him then ever before.

"AAAHHHH…. YUKI!!!!!" he screamed as he came, coating both of their stomachs with his hot seed, shuddering as he felt Yuki climax at the same time, emptying himself deep in his tiny lover's body.

With a moan, Yuki collapsed on top of the little singer, stretching his head up to meet the boy's lips with a soft chaste kiss before laboriously dragging himself up onto his knees.

Reaching down, he grabbed a discarded shirt and gently cleaned himself and his lover, tossing the dirty top into the laundry hamper. He smiled down at the exhausted Shuichi, running his hand lightly along the now sleeping boy's face. He was leaning down to kiss him again when the phone decided to make itself known.

Leaping to his feet, Yuki grabbed the phone, cursing as he hit the talk button.

"Hello?" he growled.

"Uhh… Yuki-san? Could I… umm… speak to Shuichi?" asked a nervous Hiro, plainly afraid of the anger in Yuki's voice.

"No, he's asleep."

"Oh… uhh…okay. Could you tell him I called? I want him to know I'm really sorry about today… Hey… it's still fairly early, why would him of all people be asleep?!"

Grinning evilly, Yuki slyly replied "Hmm… How was it you'd put it?" The grin widened. "He's pretty worn out, seeing as we were just 'having a good fuck'."

With that he hung up on the shocked silence of the other end and tossed the phone back onto the dresser.

He crawled back into the bed beside his adorable pink haired singer and wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling Shuichi closer to his warm chest.

"Yuki…" Shuichi asked, stirring sleepily. "Who was that…?"

"Hiro-kun wants you to know he's sorry. Call him back later."

"K…"

Yuki sighed softly as the boy snuggled up to him, laying his head on Yuki's chest while his blonde lover tightened his grip around his slight shoulders. "So what if I'm a dirty slut?" Shuichi asked softly.

Squirming out of Yuki's embrace, he straddled the man and bent over to nip his over-sensitive ear. "I'm enjoying every bit of it…"

Yuki grinned lewdly. Shu-chan is going to be so sore he'll be limping tomorrow if I get my way, he thought.

He couldn't help but wonder though, what Shuichi would think when he found out Hiro knew he'd been earning his pay.

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End Note) I hope this chapter wasn't too much of a let down, I'll see if I can scrape together enough for a fourth, and I'll do my best to make it a better one than this chapter. How did this fanfic go from a one-shot to a three-going-on-four chapter story?! O.o