Disclaimer: Nothing except the plot to this one-shot belongs to me. ….Waaahhhh!

SUMMARY: Of all the things in the world…why pillows, Yuki? Why are you so jealous of them?!?! One-shot…YuXShu

RATED: R or M for mature…seriously now…don't say I didn't warn you. XD

GENRE: Romance/Humor

A/N: Omg…I love my reviews…I really do…I reread them…all 26 of them (hahaha)…my favorite one is from my first reviewer...cracked me up…

"o wait i have one ? are you a guy?"

Bwahahahaha…! Dude, read my penname!! XDD

Anyway, thanks sooooooo much for all of your reviews! It actually helped me get out of writer's block! Chyea! So this one goes out to all of my reviewers! Enjoy!!

Pillow

No cuddling after sex.

It was a rule. Yet Shuichi continually tried to break it.

It just didn't…feel right to Yuki. It wasn't as if he didn't like to cuddle. In all honesty (though he hadn't admitted this to anyone) he loved it. He just didn't like being touched when he was all sweaty, smelly, and sticky. That's why, to lessen Shuichi's temptation of touching him, after every night of heart-stopping, toe-curling sex he immediately fled to the shower. Shuichi would stay in bed, of course, never really capable of getting up after their nights together. But still he searched for something to cuddle with, and always settled with his pillow.

Tonight, Yuki decided to delay the shower and watch his half-asleep lover cuddle with said pillow.

He watched Shuichi turn on his side and curl his figure to fit the rectangular shape of the white fluff he was embracing. His pink locks spread wildly against the bed, Shuichi shifted to move the pillow closer to him, sighing as the soft fabric briefly brushed his face gently. He smiled.

Yuki frowned. How can a pillow exert so much pleasure from…anyone? It was just a pillow after all. Just because it was soft and huggable, didn't mean it was by any means something that can give any kind of pleasure that wasn't sleep.

Yet Shuichi continued to hold it tightly against his nude form, burying his face from time to time into that damn pillow. The blonde watched as Shuichi gingerly stroked the pillow, letting out sighs here and there. When he was done molesting the pillow, the singer shifted so that the pillow was now on top of him, and he wrapped his slender arms around it as if he were about to make out with it.

The writer, curious as he was to watch what unfolded next, felt a slight tinge of jealousy watching his lover caress anything but him. Yuki walked over to his lover's side of the bed and yanked the pillow from his grasps.

Shuichi awoke with a start, and murmured something about wanting to try out some sort of new technique.

Yuki looked at the pillow…and wondered why Shuichi loved to harass it so much every night after sex.

"Mmm…Yuki…give me back my pillow…" he heard his little lover softly command.

"It's your turn to shower." He said in a low voice, forgetting he himself hadn't taken one yet. "Go, or you can't sleep in here."

"Yuki…!" Shuichi whined, pulling the bed cover over his head. "I'm tired…"

The blonde watched his partner's hand pop out from under the covers, start patting everything around him until he recognized the texture of Yuki's pillow. In a flash, he snatched the pillow under the covers with him. Yuki's eye twitched.

"Shuichi! Give me back that pillow!"

"No! You already have mine!" he said from under the covers.

"I don't care. Give me that pillow!"

"No!"

"You stupid punk, give it back or you're sleeping outside tonight!"

There was a long pause, but finally, the singer gave in, pushing the pillow into the writer's arms before taking refugee once again under the bed covers. "Bastard…" he heard Shuichi say in a low voice.

Yuki smirked, only because he was victorious in their latest brawl, not because he was satisfied. A Shuichi that went to bed angry was a morning of headaches and annoyance. "Idiot…why the hell do you like these damn pillows anyway?"

Another long pause followed, stretching even longer than the first. The blonde frowned again. "Hey, did you fall asleep or something?" Still no response. "Stop being a brat."

Finally, his lover pulled the covers down to reveal his face, framed by messy pink hair. He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped and looked at the floor. Yuki was intrigued now…why was it so hard to tell him why he liked pillows?

The writer sighed. Damn it, he didn't have all night to let the teen talk whenever he pleased. "…I'm going to sleep."

"…Can I have my pillow, then?"

Yuki couldn't believe it. The pillow couldn't believe it. The beta reader couldn't believe it. After all that, he still asked for the pillow?! Did he want to get smacked?

With an irritated, jealous expression, Yuki threw the pillow at Shuichi's face, slightly throwing him off balance.

Shuichi looked about ready to cry, but the writer didn't give a fuck. If he liked the pillow's presence more than his own, it was fine by him. "Fine then. Sleep with your pillow. Have fun jacking off.," the blonde coldly said to his pink-haired lover.

He was about to exit the room, ready to go to his study and write out his frustrations, when Shuichi randomly yelled out, "It's you!"

Yuki stopped but didn't turn to face Shuichi. He waited for him to continue. In a low, shy voice, his lover said, "The pillow…is the you that likes to cuddle..."

If Yuki were any other person, he would probably smile and go right to cuddling his desperate lover. Thus, ending happily ever after. However, the writer merely snorted, and said, "You dumb ass…if you wanted to cuddle, you should have just asked…"

Shuichi looked up at him with hopeful eyes, and hugged the pillow tighter. "Um…Yuki…" he started shyly.

Yuki rolled his eyes and crawled back on his bed to where his lovely singer sat, hugging a pillow he was melodramatically jealous of. "What's this? My little pervert is shy all of the sudden…?" he whispered into his ear in a cool, soft voice.

Shuichi blushed a gorgeous red hue, and he buried his face in the pillow, trying to hide his face. Yuki growled. "Stop touching that pillow." The writer roughly pulled the pillow from his lover's death-grip grasp and threw it mercilessly to the ground. Shuichi cringed as if Yuki had just desecrated one of his Ryuichi altars. "What? You like that pillow more than me?" he asked, the venom that is jealousy dripping out of every word that left his lips.

Shuichi whimpered at first, until he noticed that Yuki was jealous. When that realization hit him, it was as if he had finally seen the light.

"Eh? Yuki…you're jealous?"

"Of course." Yuki straddled his singer, and leaned his face so that their lips were barely touching. He looked deep into the warm, violet eyes that lovingly stared back. "You're my hole, remember?"

Shuichi's face morphed from a smile to a knowing frown. "Yuki! And you call me a pervert?!" he screamed, outraged but was silenced when the blonde swiftly embraced him. "Um…Yuki?"

"Let me be your pillow from now on…okay?"

He heard Shuichi catch his breath, and Yuki knew he had hit the jackpot. Heheheheh…he was a romance novelist after all.

"Oh, Yuki…" was all Shuichi said before the hug was returned.

Yuki smiled...deviously. "Shuichi…let me play with 'my' hole again, okay?"

FIN

It's 2:40 a.m. and I finally finished writing this...blame insomnia for any typos. :P I know the story is short, but I wanted to post this ASAP to eliminate any rumors of my death…hahahaha jk…

Hope you liked it, my faithful Gravitation reviewers! XDD

Adios!