Nightingale Chapter Three: Deals, a gravitation fanfic

A/N: A little longer after my previous update. Had a teensy weensy writer's block. Hehe. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Deals

Disclaimer: I do NOT own gravitation.

"Mr Yuki? Are you there?"

A sudden timid voice travelled from the open doorway, snapping the host and the singer out from their lust-driven stupor.

"I-I gotta go."

With a hasty push, Shuichi managed to separate himself from Yuki's warm body, already regretting leaving the warmth of the host's body. But he had to do it. This was his only chance of escaping.

However, before he could even take two steps, a strong grip wrapped around his wrist as Shuichi gasped, turning around to face his tormenter with fearful eyes.

"What do you want?"

"That's a stupid question. Nevertheless, I want you home by the time I knock off. Will you be there?" Yuki asked, his golden gaze centred on the smaller male. Shivering from the man's intense gaze, the boy slowly nodded. It was only then did Yuki release him, allowing the singer to hurry off into the darkness- kind of like a nightingale flittering into the night sky. Yuki sighed as ran a hand through his hair. This had gotta stop. It was driving him crazy!

"Mr Yuki?"

"You know, you were inches away from getting fired. Now get out of my way before I hurt you."

Shuichi panted heavily as he darted down the brightly lit streets of Tokyo, thanking the gods (or maybe even Tohma) that his outfit was conservative enough to be seen out in public, although it was rather flashy.

But that wasn't the main thing on his mind.

It was wrong to be with this man. Shuichi knew. No matter how attractive and god-like he was, Shuichi will never ever accept the host's advances. Yuki was too good for him. There could no way their relationship would ever last. By the time Yuki had enough of him, Shuichi knew he wouldn't be able to control his feelings. Anymore and he would have fallen head over heels over him. Shuichi was afraid to risk anything in the gamble of love, especially since he had recently lost his father. It was painful to lose a loved one and he knew it would be even worse if Yuki abandoned him after a taste of the singer's body.

But those eyes... they were pleading, beguiling the boy to accept him. Shuichi could only hang onto the possibility that there would never be a time where he would have to confront the host. He didn't want to face the music till he had mulled over the situation even more.

However, his time was running out. There was no way he could escape Yuki tonight. He made a promise, though not in words, but anyone would have understood the language that was used between them.

Just thinking of the man and his seductive kiss sent shivers down Shuichi's spine. His lips still tingled with pleasure that resonated his being. Shuichi halted in his tracks and bent over, trying to catch his breath,

This is definitely a Hiro-emergency.

At that very moment, Hiro was in his small apartment, cleaning his beloved guitar. Although his parents were rich and could have afforded something more luxurious, Hiro had decided to try and be independent, knowing that it was only right since he had defied their wishes when he decided to become a singer.

But he had never regretted it even once.

Well, except those times where his best friend, Shuichi, dissolved into a nervous wreck for whatever reason that had more or less been linked to his singing.

However, when Hiro heard his cell ring incessantly, something told him that this time, it was anything but about Shuichi's singing career.

"What's up Shu?"

"HIIIIRRRROOOOO!"

Hiro winced and held his phone at arm's length, before carefully placing it carefully back by his ear. Honestly, any more of this and he would have been deaf.

"Let me guess. Love troubles?"

"How did you guess?"

"Shuichi, you were shivering before you left the studios. It was rather obvious and I WAS expecting your call."

"Oh...."

Hiro smiled despite the fact that his friend couldn't see him. No matter how tiring it was to look after Shuichi, he liked the job. It was too bad he would probably have to pass on this responsibility to this mystery host. Shuichi was never one to listen to reason. Sooner or later, he would give in to his heart.

"....I don't know what to do. Sniff. I've ran away as long as I can *mutter* even though it's just been two days *mutter* and I have NO IDEA how to handle him OR my emotions! Sniff."

Hiro's eyebrows furrowed. Shuichi may be a crybaby, but something told him these were real tears that came right from the boy's heart. Some part of him wanted to tear the host apart for making Shuichi so troubled but another part of him knew that this host might be the key to Shuichi's happiness.

"Shuichi, first, you have to stop crying."

"O-okay."

"Now listen carefully. When you deal with love, it's useless to reason with your mind. It isn't your mind that tells you what you should do, but rather, your heart."

"..."

"Shuichi, what does your heart tell you?"

There was a moment of silence before Shuichi replied softly.

"It is telling me to stay with Yuki. It is telling me to give him a...chance."

Hiro smiled. "There you go."

On the other side of the line, Shuichi brightened up. "Thanks Hiro. See you tomorrow?"

"Ya sure. See ya...and Shuichi?"

"Yeah?"

"Take care."

"I will. Bye Hiro."

"Bye."

Pressing the end button on his phone, Hiro sighed and leaned back onto his sofa. He hoped that this time, there would be nothing to wipe the smile off Shuichi's face. He didn't ever want to see his best friend so broken ever again. He knew Shuichi would never betray. Now only if this Yuki person would do the same.

Eiri Yuki had never felt time crawl so slowly. But by the time the clock struck two, the host bolted out of the place with only one destination in mind: Where Shuichi was. This time, there was nothing that was going to stand in his way of obtaining the boy. He had the singer's word that he would be there.

If he wasn't, there would be hell to pay.

Within the quarter of the next hour, Yuki was at his doorstep. Spotting the boots that Shuichi wore for his performance at the doorstep, Yuki's heartbeat slowed. He was home. Yuki raised his key and stuck it hard into the lock, the unlocking of the door resounding in his ears.

"Yuki?"

A timid voice emerged from within the dark condo. "Shuichi..." the man breathed as he spotted the boy on the couch in the living room, as always, squished himself into a ball of fear and uncertainty.

Slowly, Shuichi stood up and from the little moonlight that shown through the window, Yuki saw the boy smile. The man's heart thudded with anticipation.

And in three strides, the boy was in his arms once again.

To his shock and pleasure, the boy didn't resist.

And thus began their dance once again. They kissed, touched and felt each other all over. Wrapping his legs around Yuki's waist, Shuichi responded with all he could. For those few short seconds, his heart soared like it never did before. It was a different thrill as compared to when he sang. On the stage, his soul was complete. In Yuki's arms, his soul was strengthened. That's when he knew there was no turning back. The moment Shuichi's heart had accepted Yuki, all the love and adoration came pouring out.

And Yuki Eiri could sense it. There was something different when he kissed the boy that night. He was pleased and more than willing to accept and return the boy's kisses. The lust was strong, but there was something else that bubbled and toiled within him. His once cold heart thrummed with a strong possessive force.

"Yuki..." Shuichi sang as they broke their kiss off, the man already back on the task of attacking the boy's slim neck. He could smell the scent that was distinctly Shuichi. It was nothing short of amazing how he could be addicted to the boy's scent this quick. He was thankful nothing stood in his way now, for he was out of control.

And then, suddenly, Shuichi spoke. Although it was soft, Yuki had heard every word. "Yuki...wait. There's something I have to say." Growling in near frustration, he slipped his palm under the boy's now loose shirt and dragged his palm across the smooth skin, causing Shuichi to gasp under his ministrations.

"Make it quick. I'm at my limit." Yuki breathed into Shuichi's ear, his other arm circling around Shuichi's back, trailing slowly around the boy's waistband.

"I-I can't make love to you tonight. At least,..not yet." Shuichi whispered softly, panting a little from his previous...activities.

"Why the hell not?!" Yuki gritted through his teeth. Then why did the boy kiss him like that in the first place? Didn't he want him? Desire him? What was left between them that had to be destroyed?

"Please. You must understand." Shuichi said with resolve as he leaned back, placing his two palms at the side of Yuki's face. Now with his attention sufficiently captured, Yuki was deterred from his task of stripping the boy's shorts off of him.

Damn it- I was so damn close too.

"My body may be ready...but my heart isn't." Shuichi whispered against Yuki's lips, the movement that compelled Yuki to kiss the boy once again, nibbling and tasting the sweetness that was Shuichi.

"Explain yourself. If you don't in the next nanosecond, I'm going to take you regardless of what you say." Yuki muttered under his breath, his hand still revelling at the boy's soft skin underneath. There was no one he knew who could compare to Shuichi.

"I like you. Hell...I really REALLY like you." Shuichi confessed, a little pink blush dusted across his cheeks. He looked adorable but right then, Yuki was too focused on lifting the boy's shirt up bit by bit.

"The feeling is mutual kid. Now can we please get on with it?" Yuki near pleaded, chastising himself for acting like some hormonal crazed teenager. But there was nothing that could be done. As long as he was unable to get what he wanted, the desire wouldn't stop.

"No. I refuse to give my body to someone who just lusts after it. I like you Yuki, but I'm not ready to give everything to you just yet. My father passed away not too long ago and I'm still hurting. I do not want to lose you the moment you have what you want. Please, let me grow to love you. Let your heart love me. I know I will. I just need the time."

Yuki couldn't believe this bullshit that was spilling out of the boy's oh-so sweet mouth. But somehow, one way or the other, he had expected it to happen. But there was a new question. Did he love the boy? Lust? Sure. But love? He wasn't exactly positive.

But still, there was something that was different. Along with the desire and want, there was a need to protect, shelter and a sense of monopolisation.

Could the boy really be spot on about this love thing? Yuki's heart clouded with confusion. Maybe. Possibly. But only time will tell.

"Fine. But I have my own terms for this dumb deal. How on earth do you cook up this stuff?"

Shuichi giggled and the host thought, if it were possible, it sounded like an angel's.

"What are they?"

"We can't have sex...but that doesn't mean I don't get my share of foreplay." The host grinned devilishly as he picked the singer up, bringing the little boy into his room and onto the bed. Gulping slightly and feeling somewhat intimidated at his vulnerable position, he squeezed his legs even more around the host's waist.

Wrong move.

Yuki growled once again in frustration. "Two, stop teasing me...even if it was unintentional." At this, the small boy squeaked and loosened his grip on the man.

"Three, I'll have all your firsts."

Shuichi's eyes shot wide open at the third request. Touched and slightly embarrassed, he nodded furtively and said.

"Done deal."

They sealed it with another kiss.

A?N: Remember to R and R!!!!!