Disclaimer: Of course they aren't mine. Granted with how many of you are probably going to hate me after this chapter, I'm proud to say the characters (minus Eve) don't belong to me. Blame Maki Murakami and her not putting out more Gravitation
Warning: Some serious angst.
"So you came."
Shuichi looked up at Eve from the park bench that Eve had told him to meet her at.
"Do you always make people wait?"
"Just one's I don't like." She said, winking
Shuichi didn't reply, just watched as she calmly sat next to him, flicking open and closed a zippo lighter.
"You know." She said softly "Candle foreplay can be one of the most painful, yet arousing things you can do. All depends on how you do it. If I recall correctly, Yuki never all big on the hot wax thing. Which surprised me..."
Shuichi looked up at her.
"How so?"
"Because he liked so many other things. Especially handcuffs. He loved those things. Would carry around a pair just in case he got antsy." She laughed "I remember this one time. We were in this park. Next thing I knew, I was bent over a guard rail..." She laughed again "I don't suppose you want details. But needless to say, I was walking like a cowboy for a while. But he left me there. In the rain... for like... five hours. Handcuffed to this rail."
"Yuki did that?"
"Yeah. He came back a while later, smoking a cig and drnkin' a beer, laughing like it was just some big fuckin' joke. Of course I forgave him. You really can't stay mad at that kid, you know?"
"He wouldn't..."
"Oh, Hon. He would. He's done worse." She flicked the lighter open and closed again, biting her lip, staring up at the stars, thinking "Let's see... after that little incident... I wound up in the hospital... I was supposed to be there three days. Ended up staying a week and a half."
"How?"
"Let's just say... Yuki isn't one for letting you rest. And it's kind of hard to focus on getting better when every few hours your legs are behind your head and there's a pillow shoved over your face to keep you from screaming."
Shuichi swallowed.
'He wasn't really like that... was he? That doesn't sound like my Yuki at all. It's like... he's a completely different person.'
"But, I don't imagine that you want to hear all of our stories... so..."
"I won't let you have him."
Eve looked at Shuichi, who's purple eyes where shining brightly in the moonlight.
"What?"
"You won't have him. Not my Yuki. You won't take him from me."
"He's yours is he?"
"Yes. He's mine. And no one is going to change that. I won't let him go."
Eve smirked at him.
"Yeah?" She asked "I don't think you have a choice in the matter. Because Shuichi, I get what I want. And right now. I want my Eiri back."
"Your Eiri?"
"Yeah. The one who wouldn't hesitate to rip my clothes off and screw me whenever he felt like it. The one's who's voice just made my spine quiver. Who's eyes were so dangerous and sexy all at the same time. Did you know we had sex on your kitchen floor... and three times on your couch?"
"That doesn't make him yours." Shuichi shot back, bawling his hands into fists. "Me and Yuki, we don't have sex. We don't screw. We make love!"
Eve grinned at him, and then leaned in close, whispering in his ear.
"And the last time you did. And everytime after, from now on. Listen to who's name he moans."
And with that, she was gone.
Yuki sighed in relief as he heard the front door open. He moved towards it, to see Shuichi enter.
"You're home late." He said
"Yeah. I know." He mumbled, shedding his shoes and walking into the apartment and moving towards Yuki.
"Shu--."
But Yuki was silenced, as Shuichi's lips pressed against his. His eyes widened in surprise.
"Fuck me." He said in Yuki's ear
Yuki nearly collasped.
"What?"
"You heard me." He said, pushing him to the couch and stradeling him "Now." He said, bringing his lips down to his again. Yuki turned away.
"Is this about Eve?" He asked
Shuchi didn't reply.
"It is, isn't it? You met her?"
Shuichi nodded, and then tried to kiss him again. Yuki brushed him away.
"No!"
"Why not!" Shuichi shouted, tears filling his purple eyes "Why can't we have what you two had..."
"Because I don't want that!" He shouted "I don't! I don't know what Eve and I had... or exactly who I was at the time... but I don't want that. I don't want to be lost anymore! I want what we have. I don't want to fuck you Shuichi. I want to make love to you."
Shuichi brushed a few tears away from his cheeks, and brought his face near his tear stained lover's.
"Then make love to me Eiri Yuki." He whispered, pressing his lips to his, and clinging to Yuki so tightly, almost too tightly, as if he would fade away in the heat that disapated when their bodies seperated from their mingled moans and cries of both sadness and pleasure. They clung to each other like a child trying to hold a grain of sand, only knowing that it will eventually slip through their fingers.
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