Chapter 2:
Tempted by the fruit of another
Soon the pair arrived at the restaurant. The car rolled to a stop. Yuki pulled the gearshift into park. He unlocked the doors, removed his seat belt and stepped of the car. Shuichi however remained sitting in the passenger's seat, pouting.
Yuki strolled to Shuichi's side and bent down to Shuichi's window. He tapped on the glass.
Shuichi looked up at him and glowered at him.
"How long are you going to sit there punk? I'm hungry and I'm not going to wait around all day for your sorry ass."
Shuichi cupped his hand behind his ear. "What!" he shouted, his voice muffled by the glass.
Yuki shook his head and straightened up. He backed away from the car and turned around. He began walking to the entrance of the restaurant.
Shuichi flung open the car door and spilled out onto the pavement.
"YUKI!"
Yuki smirked and continued walking.
"Yuki! Wait! Wait!"
Yuki pushed through the double doors and heard the irritating chime of the greeting bell. He had just reached waiter's podium, when the annoying bell rang out once more.
Yuki stumbled forward when he felt a pair of slim hands wrap around his waist.
"Yuki? Why didn't you wait for me?"
Yuki looked down and glared the pink haired boy. "As I've said before I don't have time for your childish antics, and…" he paused and took a look at his watch. "It is now 11:30, breakfast time here is almost over and they don't serve lunch. I am sure as hell not going to go traipsing around the city looking for a place to eat."
Shuichi removed his hands from around Yuki's waist and stuck out his lower lip. "None of this would have happened if you just would've eaten the food I made for you that was seasoned with love!"
"The food was crap. A dog wouldn't have eaten it."
Shuichi opened his mouth as if to argue but a waitress came up to the podium and interrupted the two.
"Excuse me sirs. There is a line behind you. Would you like a booth or a table?"
Shuichi spun around and found indeed a line forming behind them.
Yuki nodded. "Booth."
The waitress grabbed two menus and beckoned to the men to follow her. Yuki started forward, stopped and glanced over his shoulder. Shuichi was still eyeing the line.
Yuki grasped Shuichi's upper arm and tugged him forward. Shuichi blushed at the sudden contact and allowed Yuki to pull him away.
The waitress led them to a booth in the back of the restaurant.
Yuki settled in on one side, as Shuichi sat down on the opposite side. The waitress handed them their menus.
Yuki looked at her. "This is the smoking section right?"
The waitress nodded and handed him an ashtray, she walked away leaving the two to decide what they wanted to eat.
Yuki reached into his pocket and pulled out a package of cigarettes, reaching into his other pocket he pulled a lighter.
Shuichi stared at him disapprovingly. Yuki put one of the cigarettes to his lips and lit it with the lighter.
Shuichi glared at him and coughed pointedly.
Yuki sighed and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between his middle and index finger. "What?"
"You said you were giving up cigarettes."
Yuki shrugged. "I lied."
Yuki flipped open the menu and scanned the items on the paper.
Shuichi glared at him for a second longer before he opened his menu.
The waitress returned and tapped her pen on her clipboard impatiently. "Are you ready to order?"
Yuki looked at her and pointed to the menu. "I'll have some toast…and I guess I'll have some bacon too."
The waitress nodded and wrote them down on her pad. "You?" she asked, looking at Shuichi.
Shuichi hesitated. "Uh…well…um…lessee…oh…er…"he trailed off.
Yuki rolled his eyes. "For god sakes!" He glared at the waitress. "Just give him what I'm having." He growled.
The waitress wrote down Shuichi's order. "Coffee?"
Yuki nodded. "Yeah."
"And how about for the little guy?"
Shuichi flushed. "Hey!"
Both the waitress and Yuki ignored him.
"I wouldn't get him any coffee ma'am. I think the extra caffeine might kill him. Get him orange juice."
"YUKI! Quit ordering for me! I can order for myself! Ma'am I'll have coffee! Ma'am? Ma'am please come back! I want coffee not orange juice!"
Yuki smirked. "Too bad so sad, shrimp. I guess you're stuck with what you've got."
"Damn it Yuki! Hey! You ordered bacon and toast! There the same damn thing I cooked for you!"
Yuki raised his eyebrows. "But I expect them to be better."
Shuichi crossed his arms and slumped in his seat. "I'm not talking to you ever again!"
Yuki glanced at the cigarette that burned between his fingers, and stuck it back in his mouth. He inhaled. Exhaled.
"Good. Peace and quiet for once."
Shuichi glared at him. "I hate you."
"No you don't."
Shuichi straightened up. "OK! I don't! But why can't you be nice to me? You're so cruel!"
Yuki shrugged. "What can I say? It's fun."
Shuichi looked out the window and spotted two teenage girls. "Yuki…I bet you ten bucks I could get laid with those chicks, hell with any chick now that I'm famous." He smirked. "Heh. Heh. Heh."
"Am I supposed to be jealous?"
Shuichi gritted his teeth. "YES! Yes you are! God damn it Yuki!"
The two teenage girls walked in about the time Shuichi screamed out Yuki's name.
Yuki closed his eyes. "Now you've done it, you freak."
The two teenage girls scrambled over to the booth. "Oh My God! Are you Eiri Yuki?"
Yuki shook his head. "No. My name's Richard."
One of the girls cocked her head. "Richard?"
Yuki nodded. "Yep."
"Richard?"
Yuki sighed. "Yes."
The other girl peered at Shuichi. "Hey, aren't you that guy from Bad Luck?"
Shuichi glanced at Yuki, who was still avoiding the other girl's piercing questions. Yuki caught Shuichi's eye and shook his head slightly.
Shuichi swallowed and his throat clicked audibly. "N-no. I'm not uh…that guy…. M-my name's Mary…"
The girl wrinkled her nose. "Mary? You spell it like M-e—r-r-y right?"
Shuichi shook his head. "No…I spell it M-a-r-y."
"That's how you'd spell a girl's name!"
Shuichi bit his lip. "Really?"
The girl leaned close. "We could check to make sure your really a man, what do you say?"
Shuichi leaned back against the seat of the booth. "Uh…that's ok…we don't need to, I can check for myself."
The girl smirked and her pale blue eyes glittered dangerously. With in seconds she had climbed up next to Shuichi and straddled him. She grasped his cheeks and pressed her lips against his.
Shuichi let out a startled yelp and tried to wiggle free of her hold.
The other teenage girl, who had brown eyes, seemed to take her cue from the blue eyed babe. She slithered into the seat next to Yuki and began forcing light kisses on his mouth and neck
"What's the matter Mary? Don't you want to have a little fun?"Shuichi shook his head, his violet eyes wide. The blue eyed girl sent him a lust-filled glance. "Aw, c'mon. I think you do…" She placed another smoldering kiss on Shuichi's lips.
There was a sharp cry from the brown-eyed girl as she hit her back up against the table. "What the hell-" she started angrily.
The blue eyed girl ceased her assault and looked at the other girl with sympathy.
Yuki narrowed his eyes. "Get off him." He growled. The blue eyed girl smirked. "What are you his boyfriend? How sweet." she snickered.
Yuki didn't respond and the both the girl's eyes widened in disgust.
"EW! That's gross Maki! I think these guys really are gay!" the blue eyed girl said loudly clambering off of Shuichi.
The brown-eyed girl got up as well. "Let's go Trista."
The blue-eyed girl nodded. "See you later Fags." She sneered.
They girls walked away and as they were leaving one called out: "I'm so glad that you aren't the real Eiri Yuki!"
Yuki stood up. His eyes were bright.
Shuichi noticed and stood up also. He walked around the booth until he was standing next to Yuki; he put a hand on his arm.
"Yuki?"
Yuki looked down at him. "Let go of me Shuichi." He said softly.
"B-but Yuki…are you ok?"
Yuki yanked his arm out of Shuichi's grasp. "I told you to let go of me!" he yelled angrily.
Shuichi gasped, and stumbled backwards. "Yuki!"
Yuki shoved Shuichi out of his path as he ran to the bathroom. He only made it to the sink before he expelled saliva and stomach acid. He groaned and coughed harshly.
"No…why am I thinking of him now? I thought I'd finally laid you to rest…Kitazawa…."
The drive home was completed in silence, as Shuichi did not want to aggravate his lover, and Yuki did not want to be bothered, however only when Yuki finally locked the door to their house did Shuichi say what was on his mind.
"Yuki…what's wrong?"
Yuki shook his head. "Nothing…leave me alone."
Shuichi narrowed his eyes. "No! Tell me what's wrong! You ran to the bathroom because you felt sick didn't you? The things that those girls said didn't upset you did they? I mean their just random sluts…"
Yuki spun around to face him. "That's none of your damn business leave me alone!" he stopped and clutched his hand to mouth. "Ugh…"
Shuichi stepped up to him. "Yuki! Oh no!" he grabbed Yuki's other hand and tugged him to the bedroom. He shoved him on the bed. "You stay there." He ordered. "I'll make you some tea!" he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Yuki winced. "I'll never hear the end of it. Maybe I just need some sleep…"
"Fags!"
Yuki's stomach lurched, and he began to cough again.
Soon Shuichi returned with a steaming cup of tea. Yuki sat up, and glared at him. "You made tea…humph…"
Shuichi nodded. "Yeah, I thought it would help." He murmured.
Yuki slumped back down and rolled over on his side so that he was facing the wall. "Go away."
Shuichi inhaled deeply and tears filled his eyes. "Yuki? Am I stressing you out again? Do you want me to leave? Because I…"
"Shut up."
Shuichi looked at Yuki who had rolled over and sat up again. He stood and walked over to Shuichi. Shuichi backed up until the backs of his legs were touching the edge of the bed.
Yuki stepped forward, put both hands on Shuichi's chest, and shoved him on the bed. Shuichi fell and yelped as the hot tea scaled his chest.
Yuki climbed on Shuichi and fisted Shuichi's shirt in his hands. He slowly leaned down until his mouth was on the lobe of Shuichi's ear.
"I don't want you to go anywhere. I want you to stay here and remain the same annoying kid like always."
"Yuki…"
Yuki's lips crushed against Shuichi's. He slipped one hand underneath Shuichi's shirt, and with the other hand grasped the hem of the shirt, yanking it up over Shuichi's head.
Shuichi moaned against Yuki's mouth and lowered his hands down to undo Yuki's belt. Yuki removed his lips from Shuichi's mouth and placed a kiss on the side of his neck.
Shuichi tugged at Yuki's pants and attempted to pull them down, but Yuki put a hand on Shuichi's. "Not yet." He growled.
"Yuki…why not? I love you…"
Yuki shook his head and lowered it to Shuichi's bare stomach to plant a kiss there. "Because. You pissed me off, with all that Self-sacrificing bull shit and I don't want to get down to the nitty-gritty just yet. Heh, Shuichi, I want to make you suffer."
"Yuki…please…."
Yuki smirked. "Nope. I'm going to play with you first." With that Yuki undid the clasp of Shuichi's belt and button, ridding the offending items between them. "I'm going to blow your mind little boy…"
Yuki rolled off of his senseless companion. He lie on his back and shut his eyes, his breath evening out. Shuichi let out a satisfied sigh and snuggled up against Yuki.
"Yuki?"
Yuki cracked open one eye and grunted. "Huh?"
"What did you mean when you said I was annoying?"
Yuki's amber eyes snapped open, and he tucked his hands underneath his head. "Annoying?"
Shuichi nodded. "Yeah. What did you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. Your whinny high-pitched squeals of a voice simply grates on my nerves. You have way too much energy every day and after talking to you for just five minutes I want to spew my brains out."
Shuichi's checks puffed out in a pout. "Those aren't very good reasons."
"You didn't say they had to be." Yuki retorted.
"Humph! Anyway…if I'm annoying, then I'm certainly not a kid!"
"Ooh, yes you are."
"H-how so!"
"Well, how should I put this? Let's see, hmm…you're only nineteen…"
"So!" Shuichi said angrily
"So…That's the perfect reason, because you being nineteen makes you practically jail-bait."
"It does not! I'm about to turn Twenty, Yuki! That's right, you heard me! Twenty!"
"Congratulations. You haven't even reached the proper drinking age limit yet." Yuki said dryly.
"What's that have to do with anything? Wait… it doesn't! I'm only four years younger than you damn it!"
Yuki tilted his head down and looked at Shuichi who had twisted the sheets around his hands in frustration. He grasped Shuichi's hands and gently untangled them from the sheets.
"You are sadly mistaken kiddo, I'm not twenty-four." he paused, and closed his eyes as realization dawned on him. "Oh, shit."
Shuichi smirked for he knew what Yuki was thinking but nevertheless said slyly: "I think a special someone's birthday is coming up soon."
Yuki rolled over and jammed a pillow on the side of his head in an attempt to block out Shuichi. "Shut up. I want to take a nap, before I have to get up and start writing again."
Shuichi sat up on one elbow and leaned over Yuki. He put one finger in Yuki's side and poked hard. "I'm not done talking to you yet, I wanna talk about your birthday plans!"
Yuki opened his eyes and flinched away from the tickle. "Enough with my god damned birthday! If you don't stop talking about it, I'm going to kill you!"
"Oooh, someone's bitter." Shuichi said cheerfully. He reached down, removed the pillow away from Yuki's ear and planted a kiss on it. It echoed through out the room with a loud smack. "Don't worry. For someone who's turning twenty four, you're still absolutely gorgeous."
Yuki buried his head further into the sheets. "I don't want to think about it."
Shuichi's face brightened. "Let's go out for your birthday!"
"How about not."
Shuichi ignored him. "We could invite Tohma, Mika, um…Tatshua, and…and…" he trailed off.
Yuki lifted his head and glared at Shuichi. "I'm not having anyone come over, and we're not going out either!"
Shuichi gave his lover a flirtatious look. "Well, how about we spend it with just each other for company?"
Yuki stared at him incredulously. "You...and...Me...together?"
Shuichi giggled. "Well, yeah!"
Yuki's arm snaked out and cuffed Shuichi on the back of the head. "In your dreams, idiot."
