Pairing: RyuichixShuichi. (One of my favorites)
Summary: Everyone knows the story. Yuki gets mad, kicks Shuichi out in a fit of anger; Shuichi goes running to Hiro for comfort. Well, what if Ryuichi overheard Yuki and Shuichi's conversation and offers to help?
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. This wonderful piece of art is owned by Maki Murakami.
Rating: Bleah. M just to be safe.
A/N: A/n: So sorry that this took sooooo long, and it's kinda short. I'm still trying to get completely back to where I was so, yeah. I'm really trying. Just to let you know, there will be a shift in POV to 3rd person in the next chapter. And I PROMISE, the good scene will be next!!!
Still Shuichi's POV
"R-Ryuichi! What are you doing!?"
I felt Ryuichi's tongue slide across my neck, and, slightly unwillingly, my body reacted with a shudder. God, hadn't I fantasized about this for years? But wait, that was before I met Yuki: I have Yuki now.
'But wait,' argued a little voice inside my head, the one that normally gave me the bad ideas, 'didn't wonderful old Yuki kick you out earlier? Yeah, I thought so.'
"Ryuichi, don't." I heard my voice trail off and die. Then, I felt the strong arms around my waist begin to loosen, allowing me to turn around and face the older singer. The look on his attractive face was not at all what I had expected.
He looked so hurt. So much that it almost hurt me to look into those amazing sapphire eyes. There was so much pain there, yet, I felt compelled to look. When he spoke, his normally rich voice sounded hopeless, it matched the pain present in his eyes. It was so hard for me to see some one I had always imagined to be so strong, so, well, so broken. There was really no other word for it.
"Shuichi, listen to me. How can you say that Yuki-san loves you? How can you think that? He never tells you, and he always kicks you out? Shuichi, Yuki doesn't love you, but I do."
What? I blinked. Had I heard that right?
"I love you Shuichi. I really do. However, I also know how you feel about Yuki, so if you want me to stop, I-"
He wasn't able to finish his sentence. My body acted on it's own free will, and my lips were suddenly pressed hard against his. I had no willpower left; I just had to give in.
Ryuichi's POV
I was in a state of shock.
Was Shuichi really being serious? Oh, God, please tell me that he was. There was a possibility that I wouldn't be able to stop even if he was playing with me. No, Shuichi wouldn't do that to me.
I let my sense's take over, and began to kiss him back, forcefully. I ran my tongue against his full bottom lip, begging him silently with my body. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he consented and allowed me the entrance I desperately needed. I slipped my tongue in and began exploring the hot cavern. My hands began searching frantically for the hem of his t-shirt, finally finding it, I pulled my mouth away from his and ripped the restricting piece of cloth over his head rather roughly. My hands began to explore his body as my mouth found his neck.
"Ahh..." he gasped as I moved down and began to give attention to his nipple with my tongue until it hardened under my ministrations. One of my hands played with the neglected nipple as the other began to trail down to the waistband of his jeans.
I pulled my mouth away, ignoring the mewl of protest that t I received in return. I rubbed his hardening erection through the rough denim, causing him to moan softly and thrust up against my hand. He was fumbling with my shirt, desperately struggling to pull it off. Crying out in frustration, I ripped the offending material off, growling slightly in pain when it got caught on one of my earrings.
I returned my attention to the singer in front of me. Lavender eyes were glazed over by lust, and his breathing was already coming out in ragged pants. The self-control that I mentioned earlier was completely gone. I had wanted this for so long, I almost couldn't believe that it was real. My mouth found it's way back to an apparently sensitive spot on his neck. I began to suck hungrily, wanting to leave a mark on his lovely, delicate skin, and I was happy with the results. Nipping softly at the abused skin, I heard Shuichi whimper when I began to pull away.
I raised my head and looked at him. A disheveled angel, or so it seemed. Pale face flushed, large violet eyes hazy with lust, ravished, swollen lips now twisted into a pout. Beautiful was the only word I could find to describe him.
I pulled back and motioned for him to follow me. We moved over to the bed and I gently pushed him back onto the dark, silk sheets and began to kissing him again. My hands wandered down to his jeans again, this time unbuttoning and unzipping them, releasing his erection. I heard Shuichi's gasp as his hot flesh met the cool air around us. I crawled up his small form, licking, nipping, and kissing gently at his chest as I went.
I made my way up to his ear and whispered softly, an almost inaudible sound.
"Are you sure?"
He pulled away from me momentarily, and I felt a sense of fear grip me. He stared at me for a minute, as though searching my face for something; then he nodded.
"Yes. I'm sure."
That was all the encouragement that I could ever need.