Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Cats, Crutches and Babies? Oh My! ❯ Seduction ( Chapter 1 )

 

Disclaimer: I am poor and own nothing but my ideas. (I am sad and have no life)(sigh).

 

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Yuki folded his arms over his semi-exposed chest as he leaned casually against the wall that separated the main hallway from the kitchen and the stairs that led into the living room. A sly smile crept across his face as he caught sight of his pink-haired lover on the black leather sofa.

Shuichi was almost completely buried under a mountain of blankets and the only thing visible was his shocking pink head.

 

The large purple eyes that unknowingly captivated Yuki were staring unblinkingly at the television set that had hardly ever been used before the young man had taken it upon himself to move in. The novelist had bought it simply because televisions had become a sort of status symbol and it was just common practice to have at least one in your home.

He had never intended to watch it much because he had always found most of the programs to be mindless drivel and strings of twisted words that everybody else found amusing.

 

Ever since he had openly admitted to being gay and had exposed his and Shuichi's intimate relationship with each other on national television, they had become an increasingly popular subject on the mid-day talk shows and late night news programs. He got tired of seeing the same stupid three minute clip of himself over and over again and finally stopped watching television altogether.

Shuichi, on the other hand, loved television and had spent the last three days absorbed within it. The little vocalist was on a studio break and his golden eyed lover was determined to get him up off the couch and doing something a little more 'worthwhile'.

Yuki strolled casually down the stairs into the living room and over to the television set. He pushed the green power button and the bundle of blankets on the couch began to move for the first time in days.

 

"Hey Yuki! I was watching that!" Shuichi whined as the blonde moved over to sit beside him on the couch.

 

"Yuki what are you doi..." The pink haired singer managed to get out before his lover put his fingers on his lips to silence him.

 

"Shh, just relax," Yuki cooed softly as he began planting a string of hot little kisses on his boyfriends neck.

He continued to kiss and nip at Shuichi's neck as he slowly lured him off the couch and onto his feet; the blanket cocoon in which the boy had been encased slid off of him and pooled loosely at their feet.

The singer wasn't particularly used to his lover being this caring or gentle with him, and just why the man had decided to change his strategy was beyond him.

'He could do this a little more often,' He thought happily as the older man continued to play around with his neck, sucking on it and placing little bites here and there.

Eiri casually worked his way down from just under Shuichi's chin to the hollow of his throat as he walked gingerly backward and up the stairs into the kitchen.

 

"Yuki…" Shuichi whispered as he slid his hands instinctively up around his lover's neck and into his unruly blonde hair, pulling him closer, “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”

At that moment the novelist decided to move from his lover's throat up to his soft pink lips, and ignoring the boy completely.

 

“You haven't been taking care of me like you should,” He said in a soft, husky tone that caused a shiver to run down Shuichi's spine, “So … I'm taking what's mine.”

To accentuate his statement, Yuki ran his tongue over the boy's jaw and began pressing kisses on the sweet mocking mouth that had been teasing him all week long.

The author's tongue danced along the crease of Shuichi's lips, seeking entrance.

A small crack as the kid took a breath was all he needed. His tongue explored the familiar terrain of Shuichi's mouth, tasting the familiarity as he reached down to caress his lovers firm little jean covered butt.

When Shuichi's tongue met with Yuki's own it sent a wave of intense heat down from his mouth all the way to his toes. The kissing grew more intense with each second and Yuki was almost tempted to take the brat down to the tile floor where they stood. They had had sex in stranger places, (the shower being Shuichi's apparent favorite), but never on the kitchen floor.

He managed to keep control of himself and set his thoughts on making it to the bedroom where he had originally planned.

 

Never unlocking his lips and tongue from the now very passionate kiss, Shuichi leapt up and wrapped his legs around Yuki's waist, causing said novelist to stagger backward a few steps. Normally the blonde would have yelled at him for being so rambunctious, but not at that particular moment. This kind of playfulness was always welcome, although lately, Shuichi never had spare energy for a bunch of foreplay, owing to the fact that he almost always came home from whatever their psycho manager had them doing that day dog tired and ready for bed. This was saying a lot considering Shuichi's turbulent nature was hardwired into his brain.

On the rare occasion that the little singer wasn't too tired to attend his and the novelists "needs", Yuki would make love to him and, shortly after climaxing, the poor thing would collapse into an almost coma like sleep, without saying anything. This pissed the author off simply because he had grown to like and even look forward to, all the post-game snuggling and cuddling that Shuichi "forced" him to partake in, though he would rather die than admit it.

Yuki made sure that, regardless if he was awake or asleep, his pop star always got a hug and a kiss from him at the very least.

 

Shuichi jumping up on him left the blonde no other choice than to grab and hold onto the young man's ass. It was the only way to keep him from sliding off. Yuki smiled as his lover moaned arduously into his mouth, further deepening the fiery, pendulous kiss.

 

"Hold on, I'm moving," Yuki warned the now very flustered Shuichi.

'When did the little brat become such a good kisser?' Yuki mused as he felt Shuichi's hand slide slowly down inside his shirt and over his smooth chest, thumb brushing softly over a pert, dusky nipple. How and where his lover had acquired these new skills was beyond his comprehension and it made him wonder if the baka had gotten better at anything else.

The singer murmured his acknowledgement and clung tighter to his lover's neck and shoulders as they started making their way to the bedroom.

The novelist cursed himself for renting such a large apartment as he tediously guided himself past the kitchen table and toward the master bedroom at the end of the hallway, not once leaving Shuichi's lips unattended.

 

As Yuki backed his way through the bedroom door his feet got tangled up in a pile of clothes that someone had neglected to put into the basket, and he stumbled backwards onto the bed. Shuichi was now sitting on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. The authors immediate response would have been to sit up and send the brat toppling backwards off the bed, but this time he didn't move. He wanted to see what the boy would do.

It wasn't every day Yuki willingly allowed himself to be put into such a submissive position and Shuichi decided he was going to try and take full advantage of it.

He undid the few remaining buttons on Yuki's black shirt and paused, already second-guessing his earlier decision.

Was this another one of Yuki's mind games?

Was he going to spaz out once he got a real taste of what it was like on the other side?

The older man had to admit he wasn't overly surprised by this sudden change in his lover's demeanor and he took the opportunity to turn the tables. He grabbed Shuichi's shoulders and in one swift, smooth movement pulled out from underneath him and flipped him around so that he was now hovering over him, one leg on either side of the boy's hips. The young singer was in a momentary state of shock, but was quickly brought back to reality when Yuki started to undress him with his teeth.

Once his lover's shirt had been removed, the blonde began to drag his tongue tortuously slow over the young mans bare chest, evoking a hoarse moan from Shuichi's pretty mouth as the kid grabbed a handful of bed sheets in his left hand. The younger man was almost lost in Yuki's idea of sadism, but was brought back when his tight little jean cut-offs were finally pulled free of his body, leaving just his spandex shorts between Yuki and his bare skin.

 

`Baka wears toomany clothes,' Yuki thought slyly as he stroked the star's inner thigh with a feathery light touch as he moved his mouth up to capture Shuichi's once more. Perhaps tickling the young man hadn't been the best idea because, as Yuki kissed him, Shuichi started to giggle and squirm underneath him.

“Eiri!” The kid said almost breathlessly, “that! …that tick~les!

Yuki rolled his eyes and desisted his unintended teasing.

The smiling novelist moved his hand to capture all of Shuichi's hardening self in his hand just as he came up to capture the boy's mouth and put an end to his mood threatening laughter. It drew the exact response he had hoped it would and Shuichi's moan just deepened the kiss.

The kid was caught off guard as a full wave of intense, scorching heat flared up and down his body, causing him to breath sharply and arch himself against Yuki's firm flat stomach in an effort to relieve the heat that was pooling uncomfortably just below his navel.

 

“I think I've teased you enough,” Yuki whispered suavely to a breathless Shuichi as he grabbed onto either side of the boy's shorts and pulled them down around his ankles in one swift, but thoughtful movement.

Shuichi kicked off the shorts and managed to get Yuki's pants off as well before lying back down on the bed. The older man busied himself with coating his fingers with gel from the tube they kept in the bedside table. The bored singer leaned up on his elbows and start to lick lazy circles and curly-cues over his lover's groin, every so often dipping his mouth lower to tease more delicate areas with his tongue. Shuichi did this in such a seductively sexy way that it made the blonde's heart jump up into his throat and his blood rush to more important areas.

When he was finished his task he pushed the young man onto his back, gently but firmly with the gel free hand. Once the kid was fully laid back and relaxed, Yuki slowly entered Shuichi's body with his first and then second finger. The boy leaned forward as much as Eiri would allow and started kissing his lover's chest; fingers splayed over the blondes firm, tanned shoulders, encouraging him to continue. Shuichi winced slightly as Yuki entered a third finger, but the vocalist moved around slightly until all the discomfort was gone.

 

“Yuki,” Shuichi whispered into his lover's ear, “I want you inside me. Right now.”

That was all Yuki needed to hear. He removed his fingers slowly and put some more gel onto them as Shuichi brought his knees up and spread his legs ever so slightly. The caustic author smeared the gel onto his cock and, after he took hold of Shuichi's legs, entered him quickly with one thrust of his hips, drawing a stifled, voiceless gasp from the singer's mouth. Shuichi closed his eyes and took deep breaths until he was well adjusted. He re-opened his eyes and nodded his head softly as he fisted the covers around his hands to brace himself.

Yuki started slowly at first and once Shuichi started pushing back on his own the blonde started to go faster. As the pace quickened, so did Shu's repeated chant of his lover's name. The two moved together in the dark room, pushing and pulling and working together to reach their ultimate goal, neither of them leaving the other behind. Yuki wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back when Shuichi suddenly gasped and yelled so loud that the novelist was worried that the neighbors might have heard him.

 

“Jesus Christ!” Eiri hissed through his teeth as he gave a particularly hard thrust into the small body beneath him, “Can't you be a little fucki--”

The pink haired singer leaned upward so fast to capture his lover's mouth and head that he cut off the man's reprimand and pushed Yuki over onto his back. Shuichi's tongue plundered his lover's mouth as his hands ran wildly through the man's damp, blonde tresses and down his firm chest, further deepening the mind-ensnaring kiss. Yuki gasped sharply and moaned into Shuichi's mouth as he too reached his peak with one final push back from the rock star on top of him.

Neither of them could breathe, but at that moment they were too caught up in the after effects of orgasm to really even realize it.

They pulled away from each other's lips, gasping for breath and panting hard as Yuki pulled out of Shuichi and stood them both up on their knees. He put his arms around the young man's shoulders and crushed him against his chest in a strong hug as he buried his head in the crook of Shuichi's neck. The singer just went limp in Yuki's arms as he always did whenever this happened. It was still a mystery to the younger man why his lover felt that he needed to embrace him so tightly after they made love, not that it was bad or unwelcome; it was just confusing. Yuki wouldn't stand to be held this close or tight by anybody so it was an interesting occurrence and an overall comforting thing to experience.

 

“I love you, Yuki,” Shuichi whispered softly as he silently prayed that Yuki would forget to let go, tears of relief and happiness running silently and unnoticed down his beautiful face.

 

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