Chapter 4:
Birthday Shenanigans
Yuki was hunched over his keyboard, his brow puckered in a frown. He was concentrating so intently on his task at hand that he was unaware that Shuichi had crept up behind him.
"You have Strawberry on your lap!"
Yuki's knees came up with a crash as he hit the desk, the cat nimbly jumped down and he let out a startled curse.
"God Damn it, Shuichi!" With one hand Yuki rubbed at his sore kneecaps, with the other he used the mouse, scrolled it up to file and clicked save. The document disappeared within seconds.
He slumped further into the chair, whilst his back was still to his lover. "We are not naming the cat Strawberry." he closed his eyes.
"So by you wanting to rename the cat, does that mean you want to keep her?" The smug grin on Shuichi's face was evident in his voice."No. Me wanting to rename the cat means that if it gets out; then I don't want to be embarrassed by you sounding like a pussy screaming at the top of your lungs: 'Strawberry, Strawberry!' I want to retain some of my dignity at least."
"She; and anyway it probably wouldn't get out. You would probably throw her out."
"Probably." Yuki agreed. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a lone cigarette." He frowned. "Damn. My last one." He muttered.
"Hey, Yuki?" Shuichi's voice was hesitant.
Yuki sighed. He stuck his cigarette back into his pocket. "Knowing Shuichi, I should save it for later." He thought. Aloud he said: "what?"
"Uh, um...are you done writing?"
Yuki turned around and opened his eyes. While spinning around he said; "Yeah...Wh-" his eyes widened as he caught sight of his lover. "Wha...What the hell are you wearing!"
Shuichi let out a nervous chuckle. "Uh..."
Shuichi was garbed in sheer blue ribbon that wrapped him loosely from head- to- toe. He wore nothing else.
Yuki cleared his throat. "You didn't answer my question. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!"
Shuichi shifted his feet. "Uh, what can I say? This is your uh...birthday present?" He gave his hips a little toss.
Yuki stared at him. "You look like a fucking fruit. What are you trying to prove?"
Shuichi's face fell. "I'm not trying to prove anything! I just wanted to give you something you'd like for your birthday!"
Yuki's lip curled. "You think I'd like that? You've got problems."
"Oh, Yuki." Shuichi sighed sadly. He turned to leave.
"Where do you think your going?" Yuki barked.
"I-I was g-going to l-leave you alone. Y-you obviously don't want me here." Shuichi let out a sniffle.
Yuki let out his breath and it sounded almost like a sigh. "Come here dumbass." He commanded.
Shuichi didn't budge. "Are you gonna let me dance?"
Yuki raised his eyebrow. "Dance?"
Shuichi turned and faced him once more. "Yeah! I thought I'd give you a lap dance for your birthday."
Yuki slumped and draped his elbow onto the desk, allowing his cheek to rest on the back of his hand.
"Now I'm curious." He said, smirking.
"And interested." Shuichi added slyly looking at the bulge forming in Yuki's pants.
Yuki flushed slightly and straightened up. "Humph! If you're going to put it that way…" he said gruffly. He began to get out of the chair.
"No!" Shuichi cried, waving his arms frantically. He forced Yuki back down into the chair. "J-just let me get the tunes and then we'll start!" He scrambled out the door.
Moments' later Shuichi returned lugging a huge boom box in with him. His violet eyes scoured the room until he found an electric socket and plugged the radio in there.
He shot his lover a nervous glance, and then flicked the boom box on. With trembling fingers he pushed play.
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Now…that…I…can, dance! Dance! Dance! Dance! Watch me now hey!
Shuichi sauntered up to where Yuki sat and began to gyrate sensually.
Aw, work it work it! Shake it up baby! Work it! Work it!
However, Shuichi was completely off beat. He stuck out his tongue in concentration and stumbled over his feet.
Yuki could stand it no longer. He let out a derisive chuckle. "Heh! First of all Shuichi, where did you get this song?"
Shuichi stopped momentarily and frowned. "Uh…K! He got it for me! He says that this band is the greatest! He got it from the U.S.Of.A!"
Yuki shook his head. "That's U.S.A, not U.S.Of.A, stupid!"
"Oh…" Shuichi mumbled.
"Second of all, who taught you how to dance?"
Shuichi brightened, and shook his hips from side to side. "I picked these moves up from a video! K also got it for me! Don't you think these moves are the coolest?" he began to shimmy.
"Not really." Yuki responded.
Shuichi stopped once more and put his hands on his hips. "If your so good at it, why don't you show me then huh!" he cried angrily.
Yuki smirked. "Alright." He got up and motioned for Shuichi to sit down in the chair.
Shuichi sat down with a thump, and stared at Yuki with rapt attention.
Yuki sauntered over to where the boom box lay, and slammed his fist down on the power button. The song stopped abruptly. "You need to get rid of that song. It's not helping you at all."
Shuichi frowned.
Yuki walked confidently to where Shuichi was sitting and let his hands fall to his sides.
Seeing the dramatic pose, Shuichi couldn't help but snicker. A well aimed glare from Yuki, and Shuichi fell silent.
"You ready punk?"
Shuichi crossed his arms. "What kind of question is that? Of course I'm ready! It's not like I'm going to cream myself!" he protested.
Yuki smirked. "I'll bet."
Yuki began to gyrate in place, moving to his own sense of rhythm. Stepping even closer, he eyed Shuichi carefully, gauging his reaction.
And judging by Shuichi's reaction, Yuki could tell that he was hooked. Unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt, Yuki stood before Shuichi.
Shuichi's gaze didn't waver from Yuki's, as Yuki continued to remove his shirt.
Shuichi reached for him to try to grope his newly bared chest, but Yuki brushed him aside. "No touching." he growled.
He backed away and with great meticulousness removed his black slacks, leaving him only in his boxers and socks.
He struck another dramatic pose and smirked. "And that's how it's done Kid."
"Wow." Shuichi breathed. He stood up. "How am I supposed to compete with that?"
Yuki narrowed his amber eyes and crossed his arms. "What the hell are you complaining about? I just showed you how to strip and you act like I'm trying to one up you or something." He bent down and grabbed his pants. He slipped his legs into the pants and pulled them up. He snapped the button and then walked back to where the chair was, sitting down. "Are you going to show me something interesting now?"
Shuichi put his hands on his hips. "Uh! Well, now I just feel silly." he huffed.
Yuki threw his hands up in the air. "This is pointless! I'm going to get some food!" he got up from the chair and picked his shirt up from off the floor.
He slipped it back on and re buttoned it.
Shuichi formed a barricade in front of Yuki. "Don't leave! I-if you're hungry..." he trailed off and gave Yuki a shy glance. "I- if your hungry you can just eat me..."he blushed.
"No." Yuki replied, a disgruntled look on his face.
Shuichi reached forward and tugged on Yuki's shirt. "I'm sorry if I made you mad, Yuki. It's your birthday and I just ruined it. I-I don't know how to fix it." Tears filled the pink haired boy's eyes. He released Yuki's shirt and shuffled his feet. He turned around and headed for the door.
Yuki grabbed his arm and yanked him backward, into his embrace.
"Oh...Yuki?"
"Shut up." Yuki spun him around so that he was facing him. "When are you going to learn that you do stupid shit all the time? I can't get mad at you because stuff like this happens everyday. I've just learned to accept it." Yuki pulled Shuichi into a hug and awkwardly patted his back when he felt the younger man begin to sob.
Yuki rolled his eyes. "Why are you crying now?" he said exasperated.
Shuichi lifted his head. "Because! I haven't been able to give you one good birthday present all day! You didn't like the kitty, I destroyed the cake, and I can't even strip properly, let alone give you a lap dan-!"
Yuki's lips closed over Shuichi's.
Shuichi broke away and stared at him. "Um...Yuki? Why are you being so nice to me?"
Yuki shook his head. "Jesus. I just can't win. What do you want from me? Money? Food? Sex?"
Shuichi grinned and wiped the few stray tears off his face. "We could go out for dinner."
"I don't want to be seen with you in public."
Shuichi smiled sheepishly. "You could unwrap me?"
Yuki placed his hands on top of Shuichi's head and with swift fingers untied the bow that adorned his head. He smirked. "Seeing how you're not particularly good in bed, we'll have to see how this plays out."
Shuichi puffed out his cheeks. "Jerk."
Yuki gave him another smoldering kiss. "Do you want to have sex or just stand here and argue all night?"
Shuichi gave his answer as he tackled Yuki and practically forced him onto the floor. Yuki rolled on top of him and smirked. It was apparent that Shuichi wanted to do a little sightseeing of the ceiling...
