Title: Unlocking My Love

Author: JadeHeart
Fandom: Gravitation
Warnings: some bad language, graphic sexual acts

Author's Note: This was originally part of Chapter 27. However, due to the original length on some sites it was not able to be posted as one chapter so I've separated it to match the chapter numbers on all sites. So if you have already read Chapter 27 this is nothing new and you can go straight on to Chapter 29..

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this, apart from Jim Harris and Annette; they belong to the creator of 'Gravitation'.

Chapter 28

The drive to Yuki's apartment didn't take very long, with traffic light through most of the city at this time of night. Shuichi followed him quietly, neither talking as the lift ascended although Yuki's thoughts were occupied with pushing Shuichi up against the elevator wall and kissing him senseless. He restrained himself admirably he thought.

He opened the door and waved Shuichi in, reaching around to flick the lights on, before closing the door behind them.

"Make yourself at home," Yuki said, as he made his way to the kitchen. "Want a drink?"

"Water, please," Shuichi said, looking around. Yuki wasn't surprised at this request. Shuichi was probably still trying to re-hydrate after his exertions on stage.

He poured himself his customary drink. Just because Shuichi wasn't having something alcoholic didn't mean he had to abstain as well. Picking both drinks up he returned to the sitting room where Shuichi still stood in the middle of the room.

"I told you to make yourself comfortable," Yuki said, holding Shuichi's drink out to him.

"I was just looking around, that's all," Shuichi defended himself. He walked over to the opposite wall and looked at the paintings hanging there. "Is this really Tohma's place?"

Yuki nodded. "It is, but he leases it out most of the time I think." He too looked around at the furnishings and décor. "I don't think he had much to do with how it looks. He probably paid for someone to do it for him."

"Must be handy though to have a place over here to come to instead of going to a hotel."

"Why don't I buy a place here then? That way either of us could use it if we have to come back. I can't see this being your last trip to the States, not after tonight's reception."

"You seem different tonight," Shuichi quizzed, looking at Yuki. "Why are you being so nice?"

"What are you talking about? I'm always nice to you." Yuki replied, taking a long drink from his glass.

"Yeah, right," Shuichi rolled his eyes, turning his head so the lights in the room caught the glitter still showing through his hair.

"Well, I'm just looking out..." Yuki's sentence trailed off and Shuichi's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Looking out for what? For me?" His face froze and he stepped back from Yuki. "Ah, so Tohma told you about what happened in the dressing room, did he? Is that what this is all about? You're just worried about me or something? Did Tohma tell you to watch me? Is that why I'm here?"

"No!" Yuki snapped, reaching out to grab Shuichi's upper arms. He could feel the taut muscles beneath his hands. He matched Shuichi's fierce glare. "Okay, yes, he told me of what went on. Yes, he asked me to keep an eye on you but that's because he knew I would anyway. You're here because I want you here!"

"Oh, really?" Shuichi sneered. He didn't bother even trying to physically break free from Yuki's grasp. "Isn't it just because you were told to make certain nothing happened to your brother-in-law's precious commodity? Otherwise you would have just let me go off to the party and not been worried one bit about me! You would have never invited me here!"

Yuki felt the blood pounding in his temples, his face flushing. He leant down closer to Shuichi, lowering his face so they could look directly into each other's eyes. "Do you want me to show you how much I want you here? Do you want to see why I want you here? Are you ready for that?" He crushed his mouth to Shuichi's, kissing him fiercely.

Shuichi didn't move. His body never shifted, nor did he respond in any way. Yuki lifted his head again, meeting that wide amethyst gaze, with the hidden flames leaping in their depths that seemed to sear him to his soul. Realisation struck – hard. Shit, he was doing it again! Trying to monopolise and take Shuichi over, force him to do what Yuki wanted, when he wanted it. He'd been trying to break that habit but when he lost his self control bad habits resurfaced all too easily. He released Shuichi abruptly, almost thrusting him away, with a muttered oath, before turning away himself.

"Sorry," he mumbled, keeping his back to Shuichi, unable to bring himself to look at his face. "You can go if you want to. I didn't … mean to do it like that." His words trailed off, then he took a deep breath and struggled to finish his thought. "I … just wanted tonight to be for us."

He heard the rustle of cloth as Shuichi moved and a footstep, probably heading for the door. Damn it, Yuki cursed silently, berating his own idiocy. He didn't know how to deal with his confused churned up emotions where Shuichi was concerned. He was constantly being thrown into turmoil of a kind he'd never faced before, from the very first moment he had met the brat. And no matter how hard he tried to change, or to do things differently, he still continued to screw up. After all this time and effort, now he would have to try and begin again if he was ever going to have a chance of being with Shuichi. Although he was beginning to believe himself cursed, for every time he tried to make things right between them he would somehow manage to royally screw things up.

He started violently, pulled from his morose thoughts as he felt a hand curl around his arm. He glanced around to see Shuichi right beside him, looking at him evenly.

"You are such an idiot sometimes," Shuichi said with a crooked smile. "And so am I. Sorry."

"What are you apologising for?" Yuki asked gruffly, moved beyond measure to find that Shuichi had remained but being very careful to not physically move in anyway to may frighten him away. "I'm the one who acted like a jerk."

"Well, yeah, but I did too," Shuichi said a soft laugh." His face grew serious and he squeezed Yuki's arm briefly as he glanced away for a moment. "I guess I'm a little more uptight about what happened than I thought." He looked back to Yuki. "It's a bit frightening that someone could do something like that. I just don't understand what I've done to make them want to. And I'm worried that Hiro or Suguru could get hurt as well."

He slid his hand down Yuki's arm to thread his fingers in Yuki's hand, holding it tightly. "And I didn't want you to be all nice to me like this just because of something like that," he admitted.

"It's not just because of that," Yuki emphasised. "You know it's more."

Shuichi nodded. "Yeah, I know. I guess." He smiled up at Yuki. "I'm glad you could come tonight. I'm really glad."

"Me too," Yuki said, pressing a soft kiss to Shuichi's forehead. Shuichi's hand tightened in his.

"That's pretty tame," Shuichi whispered, voice husky, looking up at Yuki through half lidded eyes. "Is that all you've got to show me?"

-oOo-

The pounding on the door roused Yuki from a sound sleep. He stared at the ceiling for a moment wondering if the pounding he was hearing was nothing more than a hangover. No, couldn't be, he'd barely had anything to drink last night. No, it was definitely the door. He glanced over at the clock on the bedside table seeing that it read just after 10.00am. Not horrifically early but Yuki had been more than happy to remain in bed with the pleasant thoughts of Shuichi and last night. They may have only gone as far as some oral sex but that had still been more than enough for him. He'd been so relieved to realise that Shuichi hadn't been afraid of taking things that far, even going on the offensive when Yuki attempted to have some restraint and send him home. A pleasurable shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't going to regret giving in to Shuichi's demands.

The pounding continued and it was beginning to really irritate him. Obviously the person on the other side wasn't taking the hint that either he wasn't home or he wasn't going to answer. Finally he gave in. He was never going to be able to get back to sleep with this racket anyway. He'd get rid of the arsehole on the other side and then go back to bed.

He stalked to the door with nothing more on than his sweat pants, not caring about decorum or if it was suitable for him to answer the door bare chested. He flung the door open and glared at the smiling countenance of K.

"Howdy! And a good morning to you!" K said cheerfully, pushing past Yuki and striding into the sitting room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Yuki snarled.

"I've come to collect my wayward charge," K sang out, making his way without a by-your-leave to the bedroom.

"Hey, you fucking bastard, who the fuck do you think you are, barging in here? And who the hell are you looking for?"

"Shuichi, of course," K replied as though it should have been perfectly clear to Yuki.

"Well, he's not here, you prick! He went home last night!"

"Oh? Sure he isn't hiding here? Perhaps he's in the bathroom?" K headed in that direction.

Yuki had had enough by now. "HE…IS…NOT…FUCKING…HERE!" he practically screamed out.

K stopped in mid-stride. "Really? He's really not?"

"That's what I've been fucking telling you!" Yuki grated out, eyes blazing and hands clenched in fists at his side. He suddenly felt a cold wave wash over him. "Are you saying he's not in his hotel? Did something happen to him after he left last night…"

K held up one hand to forestall him as he pulled out his mobile phone and made a call. "Is Shindou there? He is? You're absolutely sure it's him? It's not an impostor or anything? No? Good. Make certain he gets to the stadium on time then, I'll be there shortly."

He hung up and looked at Yuki with a pleased smile. "Everything's fine," he confirmed. "Shuichi is apparently having breakfast as we speak with Hiro and Suguru so they'll make it in plenty of time back to the stadium."

Yuki felt himself go weak at the knees with relief, then he felt the boiling rage begin. K had worried him all for nothing.

"Are you telling me," he spat out. "That you came barging in here and hadn't even bothered to check if Shuichi was actually at his hotel?"

"Well, a little bird told me that he had accompanied you back here so I just naturally assumed he would have stayed the night."

"Then next time don't fucking 'assume' anything!" Yuki snarled, glaring at the man. "We just talked and then he went home." He stalked to the door and slammed it open.

Yuki noted the smirk that had now appeared on K's face. "What?" he snapped.

"Oh, nothing," K said airily, looking skyward. "Nothing at all."

He wasn't going to tell Yuki that across his chest was the finest shimmer of glitter that only came from the gel used in Shuichi's hair during the concert last night. His smirk became an all out grin. He could imagine only too well what the two of them must have got up to last night – at least he hoped they got up to that much. Something must have 'gone down' for Shuichi to have smeared his hair gel so liberally over Yuki's chest. It wasn't designed to come off easily being for concert use.

Yuki glared at the grinning man before him and internally growled. His head felt stuffy from lack of sleep and his body ached from the unused to activities sprung on it last night. Not that he was complaining but he desperately wanted to go back to bed and sleep and having to deal with K or anyone else associated with Bad Luck - Shuichi excepting of course - was the last thing he needed.

"If you've nothing else to say then get out," he finally said, pointedly turning his back on K. "And shut the door behind you."

"Of course," K said amicably, complying obediently.

However just before he pulled the door closed as he exited K couldn't resist a parting remark of, "Oh, and by the way, I'd be certain to shower well. That stuff is hell to get off properly."

Yuki turned to ask what he meant but K was already gone and he was left looking at the closed door.

What the hell did that idiot of a manager mean? He stalked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He frowned, not seeing anything.

Turning he flicked the light switch and as his eyes fell on his image once more he could see all too clearly what K must have been referring to. His entire chest and abdomen glittered like a thousand sparkling stars in the light.

Yuki reached up a hand and rubbed it across his pectoral muscle and looked at his hand to see that the glitter had now transferred to it. He wiped it quickly on a towel and checked again. There was still a glimmer present.

He began to swear, a steady stream of expletives falling from his lips as he yanked off his sweatpants and stepped into the shower. Scrubbing hard and using copious amounts of shower gel and exfoliating scrub the expletives didn't cease as he knew full well that this would only wake him up and any chance of returning to his bed was gone for that day.