Chapter 4

A/N – Before I continue with this chapter, I would like to extend a special thanks to a couple of loyal readers who inspire me to keep going. Thank you to Fedski and Shizuka Hanabusa

"Eiri, I must insist that you reconsider. You know how to reach me if you do." Tohma took Yuki's hand in his.

"I'll be fine. I'll see you in two weeks." Tohma nodded and hugged Yuki before they parted ways.

Yuki opened the door to their hotel room, not expecting what he found. Shuichi was pinned to the ground, his legs in the air, and some man between them.

"It gets kind of old finding you like this all of the time." Yuki said coolly as he leaned against the door frame.

"Yuki!" Shuichi tried to bounce up and run to him, but Toshiro held him in his place.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked the stranger, who instead of replying, leaned down and kissed Shuichi. "Hey!" Yuki stepped forward and grabbed Shuichi from under him.

"Oh Yuki! I was so scared!" Shuichi curled himself around Yuki's body, hugging him tight.

"Answer me." Yuki commanded. Toshiro stood up and dusted himself off, walking to the door.

"I shall see you again, Shuichi. Remember what I said. Merci beau coup et bonne nuit." He said as he opened the door and took his leave. Yuki looked down at Shuichi.

"Just what the hell was all of that?"

"I think we should go home. I'm turning down the job." Yuki lifted Shuichi in his arms and walked over to the couch, laying down.

"Is it because of that guy?" Shuichi's head was laying flat on Yuki's chest.

"Kind of. He's the designer."

"So? He likes you. That doesn't stop you from doing anything else. Ever. Just ignore the guy. I can go with you when you go there." The singer's fingers were unbuttoning Yuki's shirt.

"It's not because of that. It's because, well, he says he knows you... and I just don't want anything to upset you..."

"Me?" Shuichi's hands moved inside of the writer's now open shirt.

"Yeah. He says he knew you before you went to America." Yuki stared at the wall, thinking of who it could be.

"What's his name?" At this point, Shuichi's tongue replaced his fingers, trailing over Yuki's pecs.

"Toshiro." Yuki's hands slid into Shuichi's pants, cupping his cheeks.

"I don't know who he is. But fuck leaving. You'll do the job, and we'll see Paris. Besides, I owe you a night out, don't I?" Shuichi nodded, swirling his tongue over a perky nipple.

"Hey, Yuki." Fingers curled into blonde hair.

"Yeah?" Yuki's knees folded, pushing Shuichi up his body.

"What's a connoisseur?"

"Uh... an expert about something. Like some people are connoisseurs of wine." Yuki's fingers wiggled into Shuichi's pants once more, tugging them down.

"So, a connoisseur of beauty would be... an expert on beauty?" Yuki's hands rolled over the smooth skin of Shuichi's backside.

"I guess..." Yuki got a distant look in his eyes as he stared off into the distance. "Toshiro... wait..." Shuichi lifted his head.

"Do you remember him?" Yuki silently nodded.

"I shouldn't have left you alone. It won't happen again. Especially not if he's after you."

"What happened with you two? I mean, he kinda hates you... I don't really see how anyone could hate you, but he does." Yuki pulled Shuichi's shirt over his head, revealing his pale skin.

"America. He resented me when I came back." He pulled Shuichi forward, kissing him.

"How did you know each other?" Shuichi asked as they broke their kiss.

"I guess you could say he was my best friend. We lived close to each other when we were kids." Using his knees, Yuki spread Shuichi's legs, his fingers gently probing the singer's entrance.

"Ngh... I don't like him. He makes me nervous." Two fingers shoved deep into Shuichi, causing him to moan. "Yuki, go slow, you're hurting me." He whined.

"Oh? You mean he didn't warm you up for me?" Yuki teased as he added another finger.

"Uhh... Hey! I didn't want him to do those things!" Yuki moved both of their bodies so that they were sitting up, Shuichi's legs wrapped around his waist.

"And just what kinds of 'things' did he do?" Shuichi was blushing furiously as Yuki stretched and prepared him.

"N-nothing! Really! I mean, he tried... but you saved me... nnnghh..." Yuki nuzzled his face into Shuichi's neck.

"What did he try?" Shuichi wriggled in Yuki's lap, his hands dropping to unzip his pants.

"Uh... well, he kissed me..." Yuki looked up and shook his head. He pulled Shuichi's face to his, kissing him roughly, his tongue probing Shuichi's mouth.

"Like that?" Yuki asked, licking Shuichi's lips. Shuichi shook his head.

"No..."

"Was he better than me?" Shuichi threw his arms around Yuki's neck.

"No way! You're the best kisser ever! I hated it! He was terrible!" Yuki pressed one more finger into his lover.

"Ok. What else did he do?"

"Let's talk about us, not him..." Yuki's fingers stopped moving. "Why'd you stop? I'm not ready

yet!" Shuichi whined.

"I want to know."

"Well... he did... what you're doing..." He blushed and burried his face in Yuki's chest.

"Then I'll have to top that." Yuki said, pulling his fingers out. "Come here." He grabbed Shuichi's face and pulled him close, kissing him. He lifted Shuichi's hips, thrusting deep into him. The singer cried out into Yuki's mouth before biting down on his bottom lip. Yuki used his hands to rock Shuichi's hips. "Is that better than what he did?" Yuki asked as he pulled his lip from Shuichi's grip.

"Mmm hmm. I told you, I hated it. Him touching me. Ngh... I only want your hands on my body." Yuki pushed Shuichi forward, pinning him to the couch.

"What about in your body?" Yuki licked his lips, pushing farther inside of his lover.

"Ung... especially there." Shuichi threw his arms behind his head, gripping onto the couch.

"So what do you like in there?" Yuki hitched Shuichi's legs over his back as he continued his thrusts.

"Mmm... you."

"What part of me?"

"Any part... ngh... Oww... not so rough!" Yuki smirked at Shuichi.

"You like it when I hurt you. Which part is the best?" The writer sped up, driving harder into Shuichi.

"Okay... maybe I do... unh... Best?" Yuki nodded. "Your huge cock... But I like that anywhere too." Shuichi wrapped his fingers around his own erection, pumping up and down. "Y-yuki! I'm gonna come..." Before Yuki could protest, Shuichi released himself. He fell back panting and sweating.

"You're such a disappointment sometimes..." Yuki grunted.

"You can finish... you know I'm good to go again!"

"It's less fun when you come first." Shuichi pushed Yuki onto his back.

"Well then, I'll make it better, okay?" He crawled down the writer's body, licking everything he passed.

"This might work..." Yuki muttered, closing his eyes as Shuichi's lips wrapped around his shaft. His slender fingers curled into the bobbing pink hair. "More tongue." Shuichi responded. "Ug! Less teeth... See, it just takes a little training..." Shuichi lifted his head.

"Hey! I'm not a dog..."

"Oh? I thought you were my little love puppy?" Yuki teased.

"Oooh. I like that. Okay then."

"Now finish what you started." Yuki commanded. Shuichi nodded, reclaiming Yuki for his own. "Mmm... yeah..."

"Yuki! You're taking too long!"

"If you'd stop interrupting I might be able to finish!"

"I'll help things along..." Shuichi said, continuing. His fingers slid behind Yuki, tugging his pants down a little more.

"Hey! Stop!" Yuki squirmed. Shuichi grazed his teeth on Yuki's shaft to distract him, while two fingers pushed deep inside of him. "Shuichi... seriously... mmh..." Shuichi didn't listen. His fingers moved faster, matching the pace of his head. In minutes, Yuki was screaming out, his seed spilling into Shuichi's throat. "Damn it..."

"Aww, come on, Yuki. Don't sulk. Sometimes I get to have some fun, too!"

"Whatever." Yuki looked towards the wall.

"Kiss me." Shuichi crawled up Yuki.

"Fine." He pressed their lips together, sweetly this time.

A/N- I hope it's still going well. I'm trying to get all of the ideas in my head out clearly. Thanks again for all of the great reviews! And just plain thanks for reading!