Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Gravitation. This is fan made purely for entertainment purposes.

A/N: Thanks for coming back to read more of my story. I've been enjoying working on it and dusting of my rusty writing hobby. I hope you enjoy.

Eiri slowly walked into Shuichi's apartment, his eyes drifting around. He took his shoes off, noting how empty the place was. He took a few steps forward and turned back to look at Shuichi.

Shuichi cautiously walked up to Eiri, holding back the urge to cry as he looked up at the taller man. "What are you doing here?" He asked with a shaky voice.

Eiri stared blankly at Shuichi and bent down so his face was level to Shu's. "I'm here to see what the fuss is all about."

The familiar stench of liquor hit Shuichi in the face and he frowned. "Are you drunk?" He questioned.

Eiri straightened back up and chuckled. "Not quite. Tatsuha was only three minutes late." He looked down at Shu, his eyes tracing every detail of the boy. He noted Shu's tiny frame which was easy to see with the loose dark green tank top that draped down his chest, stopping above his belly button. Black shorts that were will above his knees clung to Shu's thin thighs. "So… I got married to a little guy like you?"

Shuichi looked away and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah," he muttered in response. He wanted nothing more than to run into Eiri's arms and cry into his chest. "Have a seat," he offered as he pointed to his couch.

Eiri nodded and did as suggested, taking his coat off and tossing out to the ground. He watched as Shuichi shuffled away, hearing the sound of a bottle being opened. He eyed Shuichi up and down as he came back with a beer in his hand. Shuichi sat as far as he could from Eiri and took a long swig of his drink. The two sat in silence, Eiri just continuing to stare at Shuichi.

Shu squirmed around, thinking of anything he could say. 'Why did he come? What does he want from me?' He thought while his thumb nail nervously scratched at the label on his beer. He looked over to Eiri and blushed at the stare the blonde was giving him. "Should I say something?" Shuichi asked bashfully.

Eiri noticed the blush on Shu's face and scooted closer to him. He reached out and grabbed the beer from Shuichi, taking a drink from it before setting it down on the table in front of them. Shuichi turned his head to look away but Eiri placed his hand under Shuichi's chin and made him turn back to look at him. Shuichi nervously looked to Eiri, holding his breath. "Kiss me," Eiri demanded.

"I can't," came Shu's quiet response.

"Liar," Eiri scoffed as he leaned his face in closer to Shu's. His eyes fluttered down to look at the boys lips. "You want to," he said with a smirk before pulling Shuichi into a gentle kiss.

As much as Shuichi thought he should pull away, he melted at the feeling of being kissed once more by the love of his life. His eyes drifted closed, accepting the much craved affection. He didn't care if Eiri didn't remember him at this point. The smell of alcohol and Eiri's cologne filled Shuichi's nostrils as he shifted closer the the other man, his hands shyly finding their way to Eiri's shoulders.

A whimper came from Shu as Eiri pulled away. The blonde chuckled and slid back over on the couch away from Shuichi. "Told you," he said triumphantly.

"What do you want from me?" Shuichi asked. He looked away, feeling ashamed of how easily Eiri could command him.

Eiri leaned back and yawned. "Tell me a story from my past," he ordered.

A sigh was expelled from Shuichi as he grabbed the bottle on the table. He took a drink then offered it to Eiri who quickly took it. "Well," Shu started, "When we first met you insulted my writing." He let out a small laugh and looked down at his lap. "I was so devastated. I didn't know you were an author, but it stung more than anything. "

Eiri took a drink as he listened. "Sounds like I got under your skin," he commented.

"You were an asshole," Shuichi snapped. "But you were really cool," he added, getting embarrassed. Shu looked at Eiri's scar around the left side of his face and frowned. "I'm sorry the accident happened."

"Touma says you were my savior from Kitazawa," said Eiri, nonchalantly changing the subject.

Shuichi sighed and stood up. "You saved yourself. I just pushed you into letting him go." He ruffled his hair and groaned in frustration. "Maybe you should go home?"

Eiri set the beer down and joined Shu in standing up. He took a step towards the boy and looked down at him with a sly grin. "I didn't come here to be shooed off. I came to see the little twerp that convinced me to settle down." He reached out and placed his hand on Shu's cheek. "You must be an amazing fuck," he muttered as he took another step closer.

"Please stop," Shuichi pleaded, looking down to the floor. "I know you're just teasing me."

Eiri's hand slid down to Shuichi's neck, then down his chest before resting it on Shu's waist. He watched as Shuichi squirmed and chuckled. He moved his face in closer to Shu's. "I just want to see what I got got myself into," he whispered, his breath hitting Shuichi's ear which made the boy shudder.

Shuichi tried to push away from Eiri but was met in return with the blonde coiling his arms around his waist, roughly bringing him closer. Shu placed his hands on Eiri's chest, trying to push him away. Eiri stared at him with a dangerous smile before he leaned down to kiss the boy once more. He felt smug as Shuichi's attempts to get away ended. Shuichi pushed himself up on his toes and he wrapped his arms around Eiri's neck, submitting to the kiss. At this point Shu didn't care if it was some cruel joke that would end in tears. He just wanted to feel Eiri again.

Eiri's grip tightened as he broke the kiss, keeping his lips hovering near Shu's. "Show me to your room," he command, his lips lightly brushing against Shuichi's as he spoke.

"Why?" Shuichi responded with a weak voice.

"I told you already. I want to know what I got myself into," Eiri answered before he slowly moved his face to Shuichi's neck. He breathed in deeply, taking in Shu's scent. "You want me, don't you?" He asked against the younger man's soft skin. Eiri began to plant kisses down Shu's neck, his left hand slowly trailing up his back.

A quiet moan came from Shu. "You just want to know how the sex was," he mused quietly. "Then you'll leave me here heartbroken."

Eiri's kisses stopped abruptly. "So?" He slowly pulled away from Shuichi and gazed down at the sad face before him. "If you don't want me then kick me out."

"It's just that you've been drinking and this is the first time I've seen you in months," Shu mumbled. He looked up at Eiri, tears forming in his eyes. "Can't we just talk?"

The two stood quietly, Eiri watching as Shuichi fought to not let his tears fall. The taller man sighed and pulled away from Shu. "You're no fun," he teased as he sat back down on the couch. He grabbed Shuichi's drink and proceeded to finish it. He set the bottle down and fixed his gaze to Shuichi, who still hadn't moved. "Talk," Eiri ordered.

A sigh came from Shuichi as he continued to stand still. He was angry at himself for not staying in Eiri's embrace, but he just knew all hell would break loose if he gave into those temptations. Shu wanted so badly to stay strong and it was much easier when he didn't have to see Eiri right in front of him. 'Why did he have to show up? I could have forgotten and moved on but he has to torture me like this?' He questioned in his mind.

"Well?" Eiri questioned impatiently. He watched as Shuichi just stood there motionless, wondering if perhaps he'd gone too far. The thought quickly left his head as he adjusted his glasses and asked, "Did I break you, kid?"

"Shuichi," the flustered boy responded. "My name is Shuichi." He turned and looked to Eiri with anger in his eyes. "Are you trying to make me suffer for something?" Shu asked, slowly walking up to Eiri.

Gentle eyes met Shuichi's, Eiri giving a small smile. "Everyone acts like you're a big deal, but you just seem like a cry baby," Eiri stated.

Grumblings came from Shu as he flopped back down onto the couch. He folded his arms and faced away from Eiri. "You're always such a dick," he whined.

"If I'm such a dick why did you marry me?" Eiri pondered.

Shuichi looked over to Eiri and offered a kind smile. "You're actually pretty amazing. And to be honest, the whole asshole thing can be fun sometimes. You get used to it," he answered. He unfolded his arms and scooted closer to Eiri.

Eiri leaned his head back against the back of the couch. "Fair enough," he mumbled. "What's your favorite memory of us?"

As he thought back on all his times with Eiri, Shu cautiously laid down and rested his head on Eiri's leg. He held his breath in anticipation of Eiri pushing him off, though to his delight Eiri made no movements seeming to allow the contact. "Well at one point you asked me to quit my band."

"Why would that be a good memory? Sounds pretty idiotic," Eiri grumbled. He lifted his head back up and looked down at Shu. The boy was looking right back up at him with a grin on his face.

"It was because you wanted to be the most important thing to me," Shu answered sweetly. "I mean, I didn't do it but it really proved something to me."

Eiri stayed silent, not knowing how to respond. He leaned his head back down and sighed. The two remained quiet and Eiri found himself enjoying the silence. After a few moments he shifted around, lifting his head up. He glanced down to Shu. The boy's eyes were closed and Eiri felt himself envying that fact a little. His eyes traced the details of Shuichi's face, his hand slowly finding his way to the boys hair. His fingers slithered through the locks carefully, Eiri feeling satisfied with the contact.

Almost an hour had passed and Shu had drifted to sleep. Eiri watched the young man sleep, trying to imagine their lives together. A large yawn stopped Eiri's day dreaming, making him realise he needed to sleep. He carefully picked up Shu's head up, sliding out from under him. He gently placed Shuichi's head down and stood up. Picking up his coat from the ground, he looked back down to Shu. He rolled his eyes and slowly placed his jacket over Shuichi as a blanket. He looked around and found a notebook with a couple pens scattered around it on the floor. Eiri grabbed the notebook and a pen, flipping to the first empty page he saw. He wrote down a few words before ripping the page out and setting it on the table. He took one more look at Shuichi before walking to the front door and getting his shoes on. He quietly opened the door and made his exit.

The afternoon sun shined brightly into Shuichi's living room, hitting the boy's slumbering face. His eyes closed tighter, trying to block out the light. He squirmed around and decided to give up on trying to stay asleep. His eyes slowly opened and darted around the room. Quickly the memory of last night came seeping back into his mind as he sat up, noticing the jacket covering his legs. Pulling the coat up to his face, Shuichi took a long inhale of Eiri's smell. It mostly smelled like stale cigarettes but Shuichi had grown to love that smell over the years. As he stood up and stretched his eyes glanced down to a note left on his table. He picked it up and read it with a smile.

'You fell asleep. I had to go.

-Eiri'

At the bottom of the page Shuichi noticed a phone number Eiri left for him. He wondered to himself if Eiri really left his number in hopes that Shu would call him or if it was just some kind gesture. Or god forbid getting in contact for divorce. Shuichi shook his head. 'Of course it's about divorce. Like he said, he just wanted to see what the fuss was about,' he thought as he folded up the note and set it down on the table amongst empty bottles.

Shu looked over to the notebook that Eiri had taken a page from and picked it up. He skimmed though failed writings from the last few months and shook his head. He made his way to a blank page and grabbed a pen from the floor. Shuichi began writing with a small smile on his lips. For the first time in months he felt inspired to write something he was really feeling.

After about a half an hour of putting his feelings to paper a knock at his door pulled him out of his thoughts. He set his notebook and pen down and walked to the door. He opened it up and smiled when he saw Hiroshi standing there. Hiro gave Shuichi a confused look. "That almost looks like a real smile," the guitarist commented.

"It is real, Hiro," Shu responded as he walked back over to his notebook. Hiroshi followed him, closing the door behind himself.

"What's going on?" Hiro asked, sitting down on the couch.

Shuichi sat down next to his friend and held out his notebook. "I have a new song for us," he declared proudly.

Hiro gave a confused look to Shu before noticing the coat next to the boy. "New coat?" He asked.

"No," came Shuichi's shy reply. "It's Eiri's," he said as he waved the notebook in Hiro's face. "Come on, read it."

Hiroshi snatched the notebook from Shu and gave him a concerned look. "I thought you didn't keep anything of his?" He asked with a sigh.

"I didn't, he came over last night," Shu answered with a goofy grin. "Seriously Hiro are you going to read my lyrics or not?"

"Dammit, Shuichi," Hiro growled. "You can't tell me Eiri was here and not tell me what's going on." He tossed the notebook to the table, knocking over a bottle as it landed and gave Shuichi a very serious gaze.

A small laugh came from Shuichi as he grabbed Eiri's coat, setting it on his lap. "It's okay, Hiro. Eiri wanted to see me and all we did is talk," he explained. Sad eyes stared at the coat in his lap. Shuichi didn't want to tell Hiro that it was the same coat Eiri wore the day of the accident. The fabric gave him comfort while keeping him in the reality of what was happening. Even though Touma made sure to get the jacket back to as pristine as he could, the memories Shu had couldn't be washed away.

"Shuichi… You can't do this to yourself," Hiro said delicately as he reached out to touch his friend's shoulder. "It's nice that he came to see you but maybe it should end there."

Shuichi looked over to Hiro and giggled at the comment. "Don't you think Fujisaki was right?" He asked. "Come on, Hiro. I never give up when it comes to Eiri. I just needed to see him to be reminded of that, I guess."

Hiro pulled his hand back and shook his head. He gazed at his friend with sad eyes for a moment. He was glad that Eiri was okay and Shuichi was feeling better but he was the one there for all the breakdowns throughout the years. Hiro knew what Eiri did to Shuichi and he didn't want to watch his best friend crying all the time again. It was hell to win him over the first time, and Hiroshi didn't understand why Shu would open himself up to all of that again.

"Hiro," Shu began with a grin. "Everything will be okay. If I fail it's not the end of the world. But if I didn't even bother to try that would kill me."

"I suppose," the guitarist muttered. "I guess I just have to be supportive of what you want. I'm here for you, man," he added as he leaned forward and grabbed Shuichi's notebook. His eyes began to scan the page. Shuichi watched in excitement as Hiro read. It made him happy to hear he had Hiro's support considering how much he had been there for him in the past. Shu knew it couldn't be easy to watch your best friend suffer. Granted he knew sometimes he had a tendency to overplay his emotions over nothing, but Hiro would still always be there to listen.

Hiro set the notebook back down on the table and leaned back against the couch. "It's good, Shuichi. Does this mean you're going to come back to work?"

A small nod came from Shu. "I think so," he answered, a little smile on his lips.

"Good, it's about time," Hiroshi teased. "So, when do you think you'll see him again?"

Shu looked over to the folded note Eiri left him and shrugged. "I'm not really sure. He's probably going to want his cost back, right?" He asked with with a dopey grin.

A chuckle came from Hiro. "Yeah, sure," he replied as he stood up. "I have some things to do I need to get going."

"Alright," Shu said as he gave a wave to his friend. He figured Hiro was probably going to talk to Touma about all this before wondering if Eiri had already done so. After he watched his friend leave he glanced over again to the note Eiri left him. He picked it up and looked down at Eiri's sloppy strokes in his handwriting. His eyes traced the phone number left behind over and over again. As he felt himself beginning to memorize the numbers he began to hum a slow what Eiri was doing, he placed down the note and and shuffled off to the kitchen.

A loud slam startled Eiri awake, his eyes quickly opened as he silently cursed for having been woken up. He rolled over to his side as he listened to the footsteps coming to his door. The door of his bedroom creaked open and Eiri closed his eyes wishing he was still asleep. He wasn't in the mood to talk but everybody wanted to check on him night and day. Eiri wondered how he managed to attract so many people's attention to him. Sure, he was in an accident but he was doing just fine on his own. As the footsteps came up to his bed, Eiri rolled over and opened his eyes. There stood his younger brother with a goofy grin gracing his face.

"Hey, bro," the younger Uesugi chirped. "How was your night?" Tatsuha asked teasingly as he sat down on the bed next to Eiri.

Eiri sighed as he looked up at his brother. "Don't even give me a chance to sleep before you come over here to squawk in my ear?" He asked, clearly annoyed. As he sat up he glared to Tatsuha, watching as his younger brother got a sly look on his face.

"Don't you want to tell me how things went with Shuichi?" Tatsuha asked, scooting closer to Eiri.

Eiri pushed his brother away and got up from bed. "No," he answered in a mumble as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from a night stand by the bed. While lighting up a cigarette he looked back to his brother, tossing the pack and lighter back down to the night stand. Eye contact between the two was held for a few moments, Eiri silently puffing away.

After no longer being able to contain himself, Tatsuha finally spoke up with a cheeky tone, "So you didn't get lucky last night?"

The question was met with a sigh from Eiri before he took a long and frustrated drag from his cigarette. With a sharp, angry, steady stream he exhaled smoke as his eyes kept locked onto his brother's. He thought about keeping things to himself. It was his life and his business after all, so why should he let people in? The silence hung over the two for moments before Eiri finally spoke, "He just wanted to talk." His face drew to a cringe as the words came out of his mouth.

A quiet chuckle came from Tatsuha. "Couldn't seal the deal?" He asked as he stood up and stretched his arms up. As his arms slowly came back down to his sides he walked up to his older brother and smirked at the obvious look of frustration on Eiri's face. Tatsuha reached out and snagged the cigarette from Eiri's hand and too a drag from it.

Eiri's eyebrow twitched as he watched the actions of Tatsuha. "What makes you think I would even want to do something like that with him?" he asked defensively, watching Tatsuha enjoy the sight of how irritated he was becoming.

"Well you had been drinking which means you start to care less about what it is you're fucking," Tatsuha commented nonchalantly as he let the built up ash from the cigarette fall to the floor as he brought it up to his smiling lips to take a drag. He playfully blew the smoke into Eiri's face. "Plus, Shu is pretty cute, don't you think?"

The two stood quietly, Eiri trying to ignore his brother's question as he thought back to last night. He could remember the feeling of Shuichi hair between his fingers, and the sight of his slumbering face resting in his lap. Wondering how he felt about all that, he watched as Tatsuha finished the cigarette and walked over to the nightstand where an ashtray sat. Tatsuha crushed the cigarette down into the ashtray, giving a smirk to his older brother.

Growing tired of the silence, Eiri scoffed at Tatsuha. "Don't be such an idiot," he muttered, walking away from his brother. He made his way to his office and sat down at his desk, Tatsuha quick to follow. Looking over to the phone next to his computer on the desk, Eiri asked himself if Shuichi would be calling him at all. To that he wondered if he really wanted to be bothered.

"Are you really not going to tell me about last night?" Tatsuha asked as he walked into Eiri's office. All that was given to Tatsuha's question was the sound of Eiri's fingers tapping against the wood of his desk. "Really? I can't help but feel like it was your plan all along to see him last night," the younger brother spoke cautiously.

A glare met Tatsuha's gaze as Eiri tapped harder and faster on his desk. "Why do you have to be so damn annoying, Tatsuha?" He asked, looking away to his computer screen. His eyes drifted slowly over to the analog clock on his screen and he expelled a sigh, reaching out to grab the glasses that were resting on the desk. Putting them on, Eiri looked back over to his brother with a blank stare. "Shouldn't you be going back to Japan soon?" He questioned, pulling a small bit of hair loose from under the arm of his glasses' frame near his ear.

"You really don't want to talk to me, huh?" Tatsuha asked while leaning his shoulder up against the door frame. "I guess you're more curious than you thought," he mumbled, crossing his arms.

Eiri's eyes stayed fixated on his brother's smug face as he began to debate himself in his head. He had to assume his brother was right no matter how much he didn't want to admit that fact. The cascade of information people had been dumping on him and the urging from his family and people he didn't remember to visit Shuichi had been strongly deterring Eiri. He thought back to the most stubborn one of them all. A tall blonde man with a long pony tail and the kind of face that showed the mischievousness of a young bratty child that made you want to keep on your toes at all times. Eiri couldn't recall the man's name considering he probably didn't listen, but the attitude was fresh in his mind. Eiri didn't think there could be so much whining and nagging from anyone other than his father, but he was quite wrong.

Eiri was jerked from his thoughts as the sharp ring of his phone filled his ears. Glancing down to the phone he wondered if it was Shuichi or the more upsetting option of Touma. He glanced up to his brother as he slowly picked up the phone. Tatsuha gave a quizzical look as he watched Eiri answer.

"Hello?" Eiri asked in a calm tone. He did his best to keep a straight face as the sound of Shuichi's voice came in response. Continuing to stare down his brother, not wanting to give the impression of being there slightest bit interest that Shuichi was calling him he listened to Shu and stayed quiet for a little before finally speaking up. "When?"

Tatsuha slowly moved closer to Eiri, trying to hear whoever was on the phone. Eiri kept an eye on his brother as he said his farewells and hung up the phone. As Eiri placed the phone down on the desk he stood up and adjusted his glasses. "I'm leaving soon," he announced.

"Oooh where are you going?" Tatsuha asked excitedly.

"I need to run an errand, that's all. You can stay if you want, i don't really care," Eiri answered as he walked out of the office to his bedroom. Making his way over to his dresser, he took off the unbuttoned white shirt he wore the night before and tossed it to the floor. He pulled out some fresh clothes and began getting dressed.

Tatsuha stood in Eiri's office, staring down at the phone on the desk. He knew his brother was thinking about Shuichi, and there was something Eiri didn't want to say. So much curiosity filled Tatsuha about what went on with Shu and his brother last night. Was it okay for him to just ask Shuichi about what happened? Tatsuha wasn't usually one to care if he was crossing a line but he felt as though all this was a rather delicate situation. The sounds of Eiri shuffling around the apartment distracted Tatsuha from his thoughts. He peeked his head out the door and watched his brother running a hand through his hair, lazily trying to make it look a little better. Tatsuha wondered where Eiri was going and how long he had planned on being gone. He wanted to go see Shuichi so badly. Not only to try to get a little information on what happened between the two, but to make sure Shu was doing okay after seeing Eiri for the first time in months.

"I'm going," Eiri said as he walked passed Tatsuha. He stopped and turned back to look at his little brother. "Behave," Eiri warned with a stern expression.

A nervous laugh came from Tatsuha as he made a shooing motion at Eiri. "Relax, bro. I'll just watch some TV," he responded.

Eiri held his gaze on Tatsuha for a few seconds before turning and walking away. He put this shoes on at the front door before leaving, slowly beginning his walk to Shuichi's apartment.

To be continued.

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