Disclaimer: As I have said… (counts fingers) …7 times before, Gravitation does not belong to me, as much as I wish otherwise v.v (sniffle) Maki Murakami owns it.
Rain Chapter 3"Yuki, I want a bath."
The blonde writer looked down at the small pink haired boy on his lap.
"I'm feeling better, could I please have one?" Shuichi asked hopefully.
"And what does this have to do with me?" Yuki asked emotionlessly.
Shuichi looked down. "Well, you see… I was hoping you could…"
The tall blonde sighed.
"You want me to help you wash don't you?"
The singer blushed slightly. "…yes…" he replied quietly.
"Forget it."
"But Yuki!" Shuichi looked up at him pleadingly. "Please…?"
"No."
Sniffle
Yuki glanced down at him quickly.
Sniffle Shit…The writer watched as the violet eyes widened; one fat tear sliding down the soft skin of the boy's face.
"I'm sorry Yuki, I know you're busy…" He sniffed and rubbed his eyes.
Yuki felt guilt flow in.
Damn brat, he has me wrapped around his finger and he knows it.
He sighed.
"All right! Fine! Just stop crying!"
"Yay! Thank-you Yuki! I love you!" Shuichi threw his arms around the blonde's neck, hugging him tightly. No sign of tears now that he was getting his way Yuki mentally noted.
"Whatever brat, get off me."
Gently pushing the small boy off of him, Yuki stood up and turned to face the couch. He reached down and grasped hold of his tiny lover, lifting the boy off the couch and carrying him to the bathroom.
Shuichi was quiet for once when Yuki set him on the counter and bent down to turn on the water in the tub. Checking the temperature with his hand, Yuki looked over to catch the pink haired boy staring at him with a smile.
"What is it idiot?"
Shuichi smiled wider. "I was just thinking about how nice you're being to me, that's all."
Yuki snorted and lifted him off the counter, quickly undressing him and lowering him into the tub.
"Don't get too used to it brat, I just don't want to listen to you whine."
"Yukiii!! Don't be mean!" he pouted, drawing his arms up over his chest.
"Yeah, yeah, just shut up and wash." Yuki growled teasingly, pushing Shuichi under the water.
He came up sputtering, coughing a little as Yuki grabbed his strawberry scented shampoo.
"I don't know how you can use this crap." He muttered, wrinkling his nose distastefully at the strong smelling pink liquid before rubbing it into the boy's hair.
"I think it's nice." Shuichi pouted again, leaning into the older man's hand and sighing happily.
After a while he started to sing quietly, enjoying his lover's attentions.
Yuki dunked him.
"What was that for?!" he coughed.
"Bathing you is already a pain in the ass, I'm not putting up with your crappy lyrics too." Yuki splashed him, teasing grin in place.
"Fine! Take this!" Shuichi pouted, splashing him back and completely soaking him.
"This means war." Yuki growled, pushing his dripping hair out of his eyes and forcing the giggling singer back under the water.
A little while (and a lot of water) later, Yuki stood up and reached over to grab a couple of towels. He was completely soaked.
"Yuki! Come back! You haven't admitted defeat!" a half drowned Shuichi shrieked excitedly, reaching out to grab hold of the hem of his shirt.
A wet floor doesn't provide much traction Yuki discovered as he slipped backwards.
SPLASH!!"Oops…" Shuichi mumbled lamely, staring down at the blonde man lying in his lap sputtering.
Gasping, Yuki sat up and glared at his pink haired lover.
Shuichi on the other hand, was too busy staring to notice Yuki's anger.
The tall man's white button up shirt was now completely see-through, the translucent fabric clinging pleasantly to Yuki's muscular chest.
Shuichi felt himself begin to harden.
Noticing the heated stare Shuichi was giving him, Yuki glanced down and spotted the boy's growing 'problem'. He chuckled, anger evaporating and feeling a lewd grin form on his face. It would seem nothing was wrong with that part of the boy…
Catching Yuki's look, Shuichi blushed, painfully aware of his state. After all, they hadn't 'done it' in a while, not since they'd had that fight.
Chuckling, Yuki twisted onto his knees, his clothes sticking to him. Shuichi blushed deeper and grew in response. He turned slightly, trying to hide himself from Yuki's prying eyes as he inched away.
I don't think so, Yuki thought, I'm going to get my revenge for having to baby-sit you.
"Where are you going Shuichi? I still have to dry you off…" he grinned lewdly, running his hands along the boy's back, feeling his own length awaken in response.
Yuki pushed Shuichi against the far end of the tub, turning the boy so he was facing him.
Shuichi shivered slightly, lust pooling in his amethyst eyes.
"What's that? Are you cold brat?"
The blonde pulled his lover up onto his lap. "Well, I guess we'll just have to warm you up…" he whispered huskily before pressing his lips tightly against the boy's.
Shuichi moaned softly, parting his lips and welcoming Yuki's warm tongue with his own and pressing his naked body against his tall lover.
Yuki could feel the little singer's throbbing arousal digging into his stomach, his own erection pressed tightly against the boy's rear. He leaned forward until Shuichi was crushed against the edge of the tub, ravishing his mouth ruthlessly. Yuki began to run his hands over his lover's lithe little body, pausing at his nipples. He pinched and teased the sensitive skin until it hardened, Shuichi moaning softly into their open mouthed kiss.
Shuichi's hands rose of their own accord and tangled themselves into Yuki's hair, tugging gently as he pulled the blonde against his mouth with enough force to bruise his soft lips. He began sucking on the intruding tongue, showing his lover what he'd like to be doing to other parts of the man's body.
Yuki reluctantly broke the kiss, gasping as he hungrily drew in air. He turned them around so he was leaning against the edge of the tub with Shuichi facing him.
The boy grinned, leaning forward to lock lips with his lover again. He descended open-mouthed on the blonde, his hands reaching down and brushing against Yuki's clothed erection. Yuki gasped as he felt the nimble fingers pressing against his sensitive length as they skill fully undid the button on his pants.
Shuichi drew his mouth down onto the writer's neck, kissing his way down to the base of it while he quickly unzipped Yuki's pants, drawing out the man's enormous erection. His grin widened as he leaned down and gently grazed his teeth along the head.
Biting back a moan, Yuki reached down and threaded his fingers through the wet pink hair on the boy's head, tugging Shuichi gently towards him as his arousal throbbed. Shuichi eagerly complied, taking Yuki's length into this mouth as far as he could, feeling him at the back of his throat. He ran his strong tongue along his lover, swirling it over the tip, successfully drawing a lustful groan from the tall man. Shuichi grinned again and started to suck. Hard.
Yuki gasped wildly, thrusting his hips forward and pushing himself deeper into the pink haired singer's warm and welcoming mouth. He could feel the heat building up in the base of his stomach now, he knew he couldn't last much longer at this rate. Using hands still embedded in the boy's soft hair, he gently pulled the boy off of him, smiling at the questioning look in Shuichi's eyes.
Shuichi threw back his head and cried out, his question answered as he felt a finger press into him.
Yuki smiled, amused by the reaction he had received from the boy. He pushed his intruding digit in deeper, messaging the singer's inner walls.
Gripping his shoulders, Shuichi arched his back, his head thrown back in response to the painful pleasure Yuki was subjecting him to. He released a deep throaty groan as he felt a second finger slide into his entrance.
"Yuki…please…" Shuichi moaned, desperation ringing clearly in his voice.
The author leaned forward slightly and fastened his lips to the his pink haired lover's collar bone, leaving his mark as his third and final finger worked its way deep inside of the smaller male.
Shuichi moaned more pleadingly, pushing himself against the digits that were gently scissoring him, his body shaking both from the cold air on his wet skin and his overwhelming sexual desires.
"Yuki…" he whined again, the fingers withdrawing and leaving him feeling strangely empty. He didn't have to wait long though, the older man wasted no time lifting Shuichi's body down onto his pulsing erection.
The blonde bit back a moan at the intense rush of pleasure he felt upon entering Shuichi's welcoming warmth. Why… is he always… so tight…? Yuki's sex clouded mind wondered.
The older man paused, allowing the boy to adjust to the intrusion, though he wanted to just plunge in continuously and ravage the boy.
With a desperate cry, his small lover pushed himself downwards, impaling himself on his lover's arousal.
Yuki's eyes closed of their own accord as a soft moan escaped his lips, pleasure rushing through his veins like liquid fire. He could feel Shuichi slowly lift himself off of his stiff length then slam his lithe frame back down onto it and plunging Yuki deep into the burning lust again.
Repeating this, Yuki reopened his eyes as the pink-haired vocalist began to pick up speed, watching Shuichi's facial expressions as he rode Yuki, water splashing everywhere. Gradually, the pain lines on his beautiful face faded, lust clouding the sparkling violet depths of his eyes.
Reaching up, the man grabbed hold of Shuichi's hips, thrusting upwards to meet the boy's downward movement. Shuichi uttered a breathless howl as Yuki drove deeper into him than before, hitting his prostate full force. The novelist watched eagerly as Shuichi's eyes rolled up into his head for a minute, his small hand reaching down to grab his glistening length. He began rubbing to relieve some of the tension and leaned back.
With this new angle, Yuki was able to buck against him more freely, shuddering at the overwhelming pleasure and sexual tension he was experiencing. Shuichi's cries were getting increasingly louder as well, he was franticly bouncing up and down on Yuki's lap while his head thrashed back and froth and his hand worked his own neglected erection.
The world came to an abrupt standstill for a moment before shattering into the oblivion of his long awaited climax.
Yuki shuddered, riding the flow of his immense orgasm as he stared unseeing at his lover. Shuichi screamed, the pleasure filled cry echoing off the walls as he topped his own orgasm before slumping over to rest against the side of the tub, Yuki still deep inside him.
After laying still panting for a few minutes, Yuki sat up and lifted the exhausted boy off of his length.
Maybe we shouldn't have used this position so soon after he'd been sick… he thought, carrying his tiny lover to the counter and collecting the amazingly still dry towels from the floor.
The boy was in a daze the whole time, Yuki hiding a smile at the sated look on his face as he was dried off.
Yuki held him carefully as he took his pink-haired singer to their bedroom and tucked him in. Unable to resist, the blonde made a parting jab.
"Hm, still as poor in bed as ever brat. I serve better than that after having to play nursemaid."
"Yuki!!!" he pouted, "Is there something wrong with you that makes it impossible to be nice?"
Leaning down, Yuki tenderly kissed his 'Shu-chan's' forehead.
"Of course there's something wrong with me! I fell in love with an idiot like you, that just proves it!"
-END-
End note) I'm sad to say that this will most likely be my last fanfic for a while. My life has gotten real confusing now and I never seem to have enough time to keep up on my artwork, which come first priority.
And if you have any complaints on spelling and grammar errors, go bother my stalk- erm… "beta-reader" (sideways look, cough cough) Aw well, he's sweet enough I'd probly forgive him anything xD
Hm… maybe I shoulda added the end note after I had him proof-read…