Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ No Style ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer:I do not own Gravitation, or any anime/manga mentioned within this story

NC-17 for Yaoi, bad language and sexual situations.

I would like to give many thanks to Deformography for beta reading this for me^^

Part III: Love Stuff

Chapter Eleven “No Style”

“Eiri!” Mikka called to the annoyed mangaka. After the show ended, he dutifully had to talk to every single panelist, and the host of this stupid over-rated show. And although his talk with Miyamoto Shigeru proved to be very productive, he was in no mood to deal with nonsense… he had his prey to catch. “Eiri, would you please stop?!” He did, not realizing that he had quickened his pace. God knew he had not the time to deal with Mikka or her foolishness at the moment; he turned to look at her and could immediately tell that she was angry, not that it mattered to him, but it would take even more time-- which he didn't have-- to get rid of her.

“What is it?” Eiri tried to hide his annoyance and play it cool, but was finding it to be a bit difficult.

“What do you mean `what is it?'” Mikka repeated, not bothering to hide her indignation from prying eyes. “What was that about?” She asked, lowering her voice as she noticed eyes were turning their way.

“What are you talking about?” Eiri said in a cool voice, he had no intention of explaining himself to her; at this point, all of his worries were about catching Shuichi before he had time to leave the television studio.

“Eiri, stop it!” Mikka pursed her lips until the edges of her mouth were white—a habit she only showed when she was very frustrated or angry.

“I have to go.” Eiri said simply, whilst looking over his shoulder, not wanting to get into it, and hoping she would just let him go. He turned to do so, but Mikka almost ran to catch him by the arm. Yuki turned to her, his eyes deepened in anger.

“What was that?” Mikka repeated, lower still. Eiri looked around at the increasing prying crowd and decided to honor her; after all, he doubted the boy was even in the building by now.

“The kid came to me. What did you expect me to do… embarrass him?” his voice cool and matter-of-fact, and just loud enough so that only she could hear.

“The Eiri I know would have without hesitation.” Mikka replied nonchalantly.

“Well, he just caught me in a good mood.”

“This will bring about a lot of talk,” Mikka admonished lower still.

“Is that so?” asked Eiri sarcastically, noting the woman's ability to anger him on cue, “And here I thought you were jealous.”

“…Of a high school boy?” Mikka bit back, not wanting to admit to herself that she was, in fact jealous.

“I don't care; you know very well I've never been very concerned with what people have to say. I'll let you handle it, since you're so good at it.” Eiri gazed darkly at his fiancé.

She stared at him as well, and they stood as such for a long while, “Let's just go home.” She finally said, sighing as the day's activities finally descended on her tired body.

“I told you, I have work to do,” Eiri took her hand and slowly brought it to his lips, kissing it gently, as a truce of sorts. “I'll see you tomorrow. We'll go to dinner; I promise,” He continued in a smooth seductive tone, which immediately showed the desired effect on Mikka…You're so fucking predictable… Yuki thought as he topped off his promise with a sexy smirk that finished melting her—as usual.

“I don't get you,” Mikka said finally.

“You don't have to,” Yuki replied in the same seductive husk. He kissed her forehead and turned to go before she could object.

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She watched Eiri walk away a little too fast for his usually elegant and composed manner. A dreadful thought crossed her, and in a second she made up her mind. Mikka would have never considered doing such, but the situation demanded it. Eiri was acting way too strange, and it was not only tonight, it'd been going on for weeks, maybe even months; she was not sure why she hadn't act upon her hunch, but now, the need to know “why” was almost unbearable—no matter what she might discover, she needed to know. Waiting for Eiri to be out of sight, Mikka took off in the direction he had walked to, keeping close watch, but not close enough for him to see her. She followed him to where was clearly not outside, and froze when she heard him:

“Shuichi!” Eiri called aloud—isn't Shuichi...? Mikka hid behind some lights and watched in horror as the singer of Bad Luck stood staring stupefied at her fiancé--- what on earth could Eiri possibly want with him? Mikka's heart began beating faster. Why was she feeling like this? Like a teenager all over again, when she used to stalk Eiri everywhere he went. She took a closer look at the young singer and decided that he couldn't be more than nineteen, twenty at the most. Eiri walked closer to the kid and Mikka strained her ears in order to hear what he was saying.

“Do you have anything to do now?” She gave a little gasp; never before had she heard that tone from Eiri. It seemed almost as if he were begging the kid for an answer. Quickly, Mikka covered her mouth so as not to be heard. Bad Luck's brat shook his head and gave a little whimper; if Mikka didn't know any better she'd say he was…blushing. “I thought you might like to come over to my studio, to see some of my…work.” Continued her fiancé, in the same gentle tone; at this her heart sank. Eiri was inviting this… child, to his studio, a place she'd never even been to. Mikka fought to keep the tears from falling. Why she felt the need to cry was beyond her. She knew, somehow knew in her heart what her rational mind wouldn't admit. Eiri said a few more words that she didn't even want to pay attention to, and at the moment, her pain was too great for her to even care.

As the two men began to walk away, she steadied herself and waited like she had before, making sure they were out of sight. Then she followed them to a side door, where Eiri's car was parked. Eiri opened the door for the kid—something he never did for her—got in the driver's side, and took off. Desperately, she looked around, not even brooding in what she intended to do; upon seeing no one who could aid her, she headed back to her dressing room.

“Mikka-san, I was looking for you! I thought you went home with Yuki-san.” Mikka's assistant confronted her before she could make it into the room.

“I have no time, where is the car parked? Give me the keys!” Mikka snapped at the puzzled woman, every second playing against her.

“It's out back,” The woman said as she took a set of keys out of her pocket and signaled to where the car was supposedly parked. Snatching the keys, Mikka ran to the back. She was sweating and panting by the time she made it to her car. With a little difficulty, she took off and drove in the direction she thought Eiri and brat had gone. Of course they were long gone; the way Eiri drove left little doubt of that. She wouldn't be surprised if they were already at his studio. She didn't even know where his apartment was. Every time she asked him about it, Eiri would change the subject in that smooth way of his.

Now a dreadful feeling formed in the pit of her stomach and crawled up to her throat in the form of bitter bile… what if Eiri had taken other women there? She shook her head immediately clearing those thoughts, just as another even more terrifying feeling crept in on her as she remembered the conversation between her love and that third rate singer.

…It can't be possible! Mikka's mind screamed…It can't be possible!! And yet Mika's words about Tatsuha came to her as clear as crystal “Father found him in a homosexual relationship…”

She straightened and composed herself as she noticed she was shaking. After a few moments, she pulled out her cell-phone and dialed the familiar number. A couple of rings later, Mika Seguchi's sleepy voice could be heard.

“Hello,”

“Mika, it's me. Did I wake you?” Mikka tried her best to sound calm; the last thing she wanted to do was alert her friend of something being amiss.

“Mikka, is that you…? Eh, don't worry about it. What is... is everything alright?” Her friend asked, obviously concerned.

“Yes, everything is fine. I take it you didn't watch `First Stage?'”

“No, did I miss something good?” Mika replied, now feeling more awake.

“Not really, but you'll probably find out about it tomorrow. Is Tohma around?”

“You're asking if the man who allows me to be unfaithful, and who hasn't touched me in nearly a year is around at,” there was a pause, “Eleven forty-five?” There was a short ironic laugh on the other end; Mikka could no help to feel sorry for her friend; for the first time she felt as if she truly could relate to her.

“Sorry I asked,” Mikka smiled ironically to herself as well, “Maybe you can help me. Do you know where Eiri's studio is?” There was yet another pause.

“You don't know?” Came the shocked question.

“No…”

“Sorry, I don't. Mikka, is everything alright?”

“Yes, I just wanted to send him a painting I bought for him,” Mikka said the first thing that came to her.

“Mikka, don't lie to me. What's wrong?” Of course she could not fool her friend.

“I'll ask Tohma tomorrow,” She said lowly as she hang up and turned the phone off, not wanting to get into any details and speculations about the whole thing with Eiri's own sister. There was only one thing she could do, and for that, she needed to be cool headed. Mikka sighed and drove home to her lonely apartment and empty bed.

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The moon was still high in the sky. Yuki watched the lithe body next to his, his every subtle movement, the raising and falling of his chest with every breath he took. Slowly, Yuki brought a hand to the soft hair he'd yearned so much to touch. After their first desperate and demanding coupling, he'd left the boy to rest while he regained his reason and could enjoy more of what he'd obsessed about. Yuki ran his fingers through the soft locks, then bent to kiss Shuichi's forehead, then his nose, and his cheek; soon he was grazing his lips all over the youth's face, relighting the flame that had consumed him a couple of hours before.

“What are you doing to me?” voiced the mangaka softly as he made his way from Shuichi's jaw line to his earlobe. Yuki prided himself for having absolute control over his body and emotions, but in these past weeks, he found it harder and harder to suppress his desires where this kid was concerned. And now that he was finally lying on his bed next to him, Yuki felt fear; fear to fall in too deep, fear to let this boy he didn't know into his heart and wind up getting hurt. Shuichi's eyes fluttered open and he graced him a smile that took his very breath away.

“Yuki…” Shuichi whispered softly, as if he had fully expected him not to be there. Eiri took this as an invitation, parting Shu's soft lips with his own; Yuki began exploring the all too willing mouth of his young victim. Shuichi's arms came around Yuki, and his hot body pressed up against his, making him moan. They kissed long, tenderly at first, taking time to relish in what they could not before in their rush, and then as the fires within them lighted anew, the kiss became more frantic, more intense. They kissed with such urgency that it was almost painful. Eiri let his hand wander over Shuichi's heated skin, while the singer's hands ran through his hair and delicately touched his ears, making the mangaka moan even louder. Eiri had never cared for his ears being touched in any sort of manner, but in this case, it just felt too damn good to complain.

“Yuki…” Shuichi whispered again, his voice thick with desire. Yuki smirked evilly, parting his lips from Shu's, only to make his way down Shuichi's throat, to his collarbone, then his chest, then…

“No!” The boy all but shouted, grabbing hold of his head and pushing him away. Yuki's deep penetrating gaze met-- almost angrily, the hazy, desire filled lavender one, but he said nothing.

“Let me do it!” Shuichi breathed pleadingly, pushing Yuki back on the bed, mimicking the long trail descent down to his god's aroused sex. “You smell so good.” Shu said between nips and kisses to Yuki's stomach, eliciting an almost amused laugh from the mangaka.

“I smell like you.” Eiri let out almost purring, as Shuichi's soft lips were feeling a bit too stimulating. He wanted it to last long, to pleasure his angel properly, but again his rising need threatened to take control of his actions. The pleasure was slowly blinding him, and taking away his reason.

“I've dreamed about you for so long,” Shuichi, confessed, almost to the point of delirium, breathing heavily above Yuki's engorged sex, and then holding it as if it were the most precious thing in existence. Slowly, tentatively, he ran his tongue over the tip, his whole body shaking with the intensity of his desire. Yuki gasped and shuddered, bringing his hands to Shuichi's head, urging him to continue. Shuichi began running his hands along Yuki's thighs and hips and with his tongue he ran slow circles over the head of Yuki's sex. It was all he could do not to cry aloud. He wanted to give Yuki pleasure; to make him scream like he had, to take it slow, but it was still all too overwhelming. And, just as their first time, it seemed Shuichi was not going to hold out.

“God, kid… what are you doing to me?” Eiri breathed and pushed Shuichi's head again, as if to tell him to take him whole. Shu was all too happy to oblige. He took him in deep, the big organ touching the back of his throat… it was heaven incarnate. And even though this was the first time he ever did it, his body knew exactly what to do. Shuichi lost all reason and devoured his god as if his life depended on it. Yuki's loud moans and twitches fueling him all the more, to do it harder, faster, and deeper, if that were even possible. Shuichi's own throat emitting wild sounds that unbeknownst to him were driving his victim mad. Yuki took hold of his hips and pulled Shu to him; he couldn't even think, and when his lover's mouth took him in deep, he had to let go of his treasure to scream in pleasure.

“Oh God…Yuki!” He gasped repeatedly as he was consumed by the sensation of both devouring and being devoured. He felt a finger at his entrance and it all got to be too much. Arching his back, Shuichi roared as his orgasm hit him full throttle. “Oh God… Yuki…” He let out once more, and with his body shaking uncontrollably, he found himself being lifted, flipped over and thrown back onto the bed. He felt Yuki's hands taking his hips and lifting them while the rest of his body lay helplessly on the bed. Had Eiri Uesugi been able to see, he would have laughed at the idiotic expression on Shu's face, but at the moment he was too aroused to even care. Shuichi knew what was coming and he could not wait any longer for it. “Ahhh…” He let out arching his back, as a hard and hot shaft penetrated the most private part of himself, a part that now belonged fully and completely to the blond god.

“Sorry angel,” Yuki grunted as he thrust forcefully, almost violently, “I won't last long; you have your tongue to blame for that,” And with those chocked words and a few thrusts, a throaty, most beautiful sex cry made its way to Shuichi's ears and a heavenly heavy body fell on top of him.

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Hiro walked into his room and threw himself on his bed heavily. What was he supposed to do now? He closed his eyes sighing loudly while replaying the whole event in his mind…Remembering how Tohma's hands felt on his body, his lips as they kissed his skin and lips, how he felt as they consummated what Hiro could only describe as a passion that crept onto them and consumed all reason.

“I'm fucking gay!” Hiro opened his eyes and stated what he so potently had tried to deny all these months. The admission was mainly to the empty room than to himself, for he knew. He had known all along.

“What the hell am I going to do?” He whispered not knowing the answer. Will things be the same? Would he have the guts to see Tohma again? Would Tohma even want to see him? Of one thing Hiro was sure, he could not, under any circumstance, let anyone know about his transgression. Especially Shuichi. Hiro got up and went to his friend's room to let him know he was back…Not that he had to give him any account, but he felt kind of bad; they were supposed to ride back together. Hiro knocked twice and then let himself in; his obnoxious friend was known to sleep through anything. The room was empty.

“Damn, is he still waiting for me?” Hiro cursed aloud, although it was highly unlikely, and he hadn't seen anyone around when the cleaning crew came to kick him and Tohma out, but Shuichi… well he was Shuichi after all. Getting his cell phone out and checking his messages he realized there was not a single one from his friend. Hiro dialed, waited a few rings and didn't bother to leave a message when Shu's voice mail came on. He went back to his room refusing to worry about it more than he had to. He was not in the mood to brood on the whereabouts of his `old enough to take care of himself' friend.

Again he found himself remembering Tohma and what lay ahead. Not before long, Hiro arrived to the conclusion that it had been a mistake, granted, a very pleasurable mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. He decided right before the day's weariness came to claim him into deep slumber that he and Tohma Seguchi could simply not be.

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All night they explored each other, tenderly, desperately, and fiercely. Shuichi couldn't think straight anymore, he wasn't sure whether he was dreaming or if it was really happening. Yuki Eiri was on top of him, loving him, kissing him, and doing all the things he'd fantasized over the years-- and some he hadn't even conceived possible. And all he could do was submit himself blindly. He could not get enough of it, of him, of touching him, of running his fingers through the silky blond hair he'd dreamed so obsessively about.

“Yuki…” Shuichi called for what seemed like the thousandth time that night, and the mangaka brought his lips to his and kissed them tenderly as he quickened his pace, making Shuichi let out a deep throated moan. “I can't believe this is happening,” Shu managed to say in a series of choked gasps as he was nearing his climax. Yuki broke the kiss and bit his earlobe tenderly, then sucked it and blew on it, making Shuichi literally see stars. Heaven's doors opened once more to let him glimpse pleasure as never before. Arching his back, Shu came, for what… the fifth time? As his growls subsided, he caught the most beautiful sight of Yuki's head thrown back, eyes half misted, mouth barely open as he came to his own peak. Falling on top of him, they held each other for a long time as they waited for their thumping hearts to slow down. Shuichi turned his head to the side and again stared, fascinated at his own image in the giant portrait that adorned the wall.

“When did you paint that?” He asked lowly, testing the grounds. Since they started to make love there had not been too much room for conversation, and he was not sure whether Yuki would appreciate it or not.

“Go to sleep.” Yuki responded somewhat dryly, after about a minute or so, Shuichi felt seriously disappointed but said nothing and continued to stare at the painting. Yuki got up and walked to the window, grabbing something from the side table. Shu soon discovered as Eiri lit a cigarette that their intimate session was over… fuck; I had to go and ask that? Shuichi admonished himself. He watched him smoke while looking out the window, every movement so sensual, so mesmerizing, and so flawlessly perfect. Shu wanted to commit to memory, every magical second, every detail of this night that he feared was coming to an end. He wanted to ask him so many things, to hear his deep sensual voice one more time, but the realm of dreams was slowly pulling him under its spell. The last thing he remembered as he lost consciousness were those glorious honey colored eyes turning to meet his.

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Eiri watched the sleeping form of his angel. He was truly beautiful, and not only that, he had been untouched, he didn't know how, but he knew this. “Were you waiting for me?” Yuki smiled, really smiled at the thought; then as if remembering that he was supposed to be a heartless asshole, he deepened his eyes almost hatefully, “What are you doing to me?” He asked at the sleeping figure in bed. He shifted his gaze back to the moon outside, then sighed and went to the nightstand to retrieve his only friends from the drawer. He went to sit on the only chair in the room and sighed again as he began to draw. Every curve, every loose strand of hair as it fell on the serene face, even with his eyes closed the expressiveness was short of remarkable. Yuki felt an overwhelming feeling of warmth, an inexplicable need to keep this boy by his side. It terrified him to need him so, he was not used to this wanting, this vulnerability: never allowing himself to grow attached to anything or anyone other than his pencil and pad. He told himself that he didn't need it, didn't need anyone. Tohma had been the only one who ever got close to his real self, the self who felt fear, sadness, need, loneliness; the self that he would never show anyone else. But it had taken time, time this boy hadn't had the luxury to share. And yet Yuki felt an inexorable dependency.

He stood and went inside to lie on the sofa. As much as he wanted to ponder on these things… next to the boy, and feel the warmth of his body, he did not. He had to figure out a way to let Shuichi off swiftly and painlessly. But right now, he could not bring himself to think about it. He had to sleep; his eyes were already feeling heavy. The last thing he thought about were those lavender eyes, half misted as their owner climaxed in his arms for the first time.

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Shuichi woke up on a bed that wasn't his own. He looked around and the first thing that caught his eye was the immense painting on the far wall facing the bed… it was not a dream. Shuichi smiled. It was high noon and the sunlight bathed the whole room. He took the pillow and hugged it tight, smelling the musky aroma of Yuki Eiri.

He got up noticing with another smile that he was incredibly sore in the posterior area. He made his way to the painting and examined every little detail.

“Amazing…” Shuichi whispered in awe, as he traced his own face. A surge of love so great washed over him that he had to wipe away a tear that formed in the corner of his eye. To think that the man he had loved for so long knew he existed, and on top of that had dedicated days, maybe even weeks to paint this perfect recreation from the video of the song he wrote for him so long ago. He brought the pillow he was still holding to his nose, once again breathing in Yuki's scent. He wanted to see him, to kiss him so badly it was painful.

“Yuki…” He whispered and ran to look for him, then stopped realizing he was still naked. Looking around he saw a white shirt thrown on the floor, Shuichi took it and clad himself with it, and walked out of the room in search of Yuki.

He sauntered inside the spacious apartment and almost stopped breathing when he saw Yuki lying on the sofa, sound asleep. He made his way over and planted a soft kiss on the barely parted lips. The hazel eyes opened immediately, vague and absent at first, then hardened as they met Shuichi's.

“Morning,” Shu whispered tracing Yuki's face, pushing a lose strand of hair out of the mangaka's face.

“What time is it?” Yuki sat up rubbing his eyes, ignoring the greeting.

“I don't know,” Shuichi replied, a little hurt. Yuki straightened and turned to get his cigarettes, lighting one and inhaling a deep drag from it.

“You know is bad to smoke so early in the morning, especially when you haven't eaten anything.” Yuki shifted his cold gaze towards Shu, then took another long drag and blew the smoke just avoiding Shuichi's face. The singer fell silent and looked around uncomfortably. “Do you want me to make you some coffee?” Not knowing whether Yuki drank any but wanting to be of help.

“Just because I fucked you once doesn't mean you're my wife.” Yuki said coldly, almost angrily. At this Shuichi couldn't hide his hurt.

“Of course not… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose.” He replied lowly after the shock and pain passed. He waited for Yuki to finish his cigarette, all the while thinking for something clever to say to make his love smile. “It was more like five times,” Shu joked.

“What?”

“You know… we fucked five times.” Yuki's face hardened and Shuichi immediately regretted having said that. A phone rang and the handsome mangaka shifted his eyes to it. Shu sighed and went back to fidget with the end of Yuki's shirt.

“Eiri here,” Yuki answered the phone in the deep sensual voice that gave Shuichi the chills. With a series of grunts and short sounds, Shu gathered that whoever he was talking to, was asking a series of questions and that the hmphs and grunts were really `yes' and `no' “Yeah, he's here.” Yuki said and Shuichi snapped his head to him… was Yuki referring to him, and who the hell knew? Getting up and lighting another cigarette, Yuki handed him the phone and without a word walked back into the room.

”Hello…” Shuichi asked tentatively assuming the worst. Maybe it was Mikka Costa… or maybe even Hiro; God please let it not be Hiro… Shu prayed while he waited.

“Did you have fun?” Came Seguchi Tohma's voce. Shu almost dropped the phone from shock… when… how? But then he remembered Tatsuha saying that his boss was married to his and Yuki's sister, which meant the love of his life and his boss were actually family.

“Yes…” Shu let out not sure what he was expected to say.

“Good, so now the fun is over and you need to get yourself over here. Everyone is waiting for you.” Shit! He had forgotten all about work. But how did Seguchi-san know to call Yuki's phone number? It was all so puzzling, and if he started thinking about it, he would give himself a headache.

“Yes Seguchi-san, I'll be over right away,” Then hesitantly, he asked, “how did you know I was here?” he was too curious not to ask.

“Who do you think told him you'd be at the show last night?” And with that confession, his boss hung up. Shuichi smiled from ear to ear and ran into the room. He heard the shower going and thought about getting into it with his love, but then he remembered how cold he'd been, and how he looked at him when he handed him the phone. Sighing, he put on his own clothes and left without saying goodbye.

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HAPPY VALENTINES!!!!!!

I hope you like the chapter, I know I took a little long, but I had other things going, hopefully this will be the ONLY brak I take from this fic. Now:

A/N: That Yuki is sure an ass, I mean… c'mon!! Why can't he just admit he's developing feelings for the boy and live happily ever after? I tell you, he is one complicated dude.

Next Stop: Anti Nostalgic: we'll have a little tiny look into the past of a certain pair, and the much awaited reunion of Hiro and Tohma. Also some Tatsu mischievousness on the way^^ don't miss it.

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