Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Choking On Intelligence ❯ Choking On Intelligence ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: S Ryo 
What is Yuki to do when he discovers an abused and misused word locked in the dank cellar of a certain pop star's writings? Go after Shuichi of course!
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.22.2009 | Updated On: 08.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 519 | Status: Completed
What is Yuki to do when he discovers an abused and misused word locked in the dank cellar of a certain pop star's writings? Go after Shuichi of course!
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.22.2009 | Updated On: 08.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 519 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from the writing of this uh... piece. Maki Murakami owns Gravitation.
Rating: OT
Warnings: Implied adult situations, sap, and fluffy-ness.
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Yuki glanced over a bright pink piece of paper covered in hearts. Two distinct writing styles scrawled haphazardly across the page; one script neat and orderly while the other script was flourishing in fairyland. Apparently, Shu-kun and Hiro were exchanging notes during the press conference yesterday.
Being the not-so-obvious snoopy boyfriend that he was, Yuki read the note that his lover and said lover’s best friend wrote. Without warning, his right eye began to twitch violently and his left hand began to ache for the well-abused red pen that corrected college-level essays. Why, oh why did he have to fall in love with an illiterate sex kitten?
It was that word. Right there. The word that didn’t even have an excuse to be called a homophone. Chocking. Yes, ‘chocking’ was a word, used in a variety of ways, about three ways if he remembered correctly. However, ‘chocking’ was not interchangeable with ‘choking,’ it had nothing to do with ‘choking.’
Stupid brat doesn’t know how to freakin’ spell the right freakin’ word! Damn! Huffing dramatically, he balled the paper up and threw it to the floor where it lay like a crumpled pack of empty smokes. Yuki snarled and growled and made other weird noises that he emitted when angry about writing and stomped off to his sanctuary: the only place free of written errors.
At that very moment a neon-green-haired moron burst into the high-rise condominium with a shout of, “Tadima Yuki!” Just as he was about to cross the entryway threshold he was slammed up against a wall.
“Waaaahhh! Noooo! Don‘t kill me! Yuuuuki! Save meeeee!” Shuichi let out a very girlish shriek as he struggled for dear life against the hold of whoever had pinned him.
“Shut up brat! You deserve to die for your sins anyways!” That deep, sexy voice penetrated the haze of flight or fight instantaneously. The little kitten stopped struggling for life as his eyes went big and his aura began to glow exceedingly bright colors.
“Yu- Yu-” Shuichi started to say. An adorably toe-curling, heart-wrenching pout graced his full pink lips and Yuki struggled for control. No man, not even the most cold-hearted bastard in the world, could ever be a match for the world’s sweetest and most drool-worthy fluff-ball.
Yuki sneered into the face of sheer cuteness, hoping that his cold tactics would disable the kitten for a moment so that he could regain the upper hand. For one split second his idea worked. Jumping on the opportunity Yuki continued his mission.
“Don‘t start.” Yuki growled in warning. Somewhere in Shuichi’s little fluff brain he registered that he must indeed be quiet because Yuki was very mad. Very, very, very mad. So in lieu of screaming the roof down with cries of; “Yuki love me! Yuki fuck me!” Shuichi opted for big eyes and innocence.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Searching his mind for why Yuki would be this mad at him turned up no explanation. Pursing his luscious lips in thought, Shuichi pondered and pondered.
“What was I supposed to be thinking Yuki?” Panting after the boy like a dog in heat, Yuki tore his eyes away from those wet, glossy, pink lips and that very, very pink tongue. Suddenly, his pants felt a little tighter. “Yuuuki. Hello?”
“Huh? Oh! Damn it Shu! Stop that you little shit!” Yuki did his best to save face while simultaneously willing his near-throbbing rod to dissipate. The boy could sense a hard-on a mile away. “You still haven‘t answered why! Why did you write that word like that?!” Phew, back to a safe subject!
“Yuuuki! I don‘t know what word I gotted wrong this time! Teeeell meeee!” Shuichi whined and whimpered, still struggling to be released from the hold his super-strong boyfriend had on him. Anyways, he knew Yuki was excited and if he could just excite him a bit more then Yuki would forget about the misused or misspelled word.
“Gah! You little shit! The word is got! Not gotted! There is no such word as gotted anyways! Stop that!”
“That‘s the word I got wrong?”
“No, it‘s chocking.”
“I‘m chocking, not you! Or are you talking about your hard-on chocking in your pants?”
“No, goddamnit!” Exasperated, horny, but still very exasperated Yuki tightened his hold on the boy’s shoulders. “Why the fuck do you use ‘chocking’ when you very well mean ‘choking’? Why the hell do you have to be an idiotic sex kitten?!”
The little pop star thought for a moment. It was gravely important that he explained himself and explained himself well. “Well, you see…” A free hand tapped against his cute chin and he hummed as he thought.
In a lightning-fast move, inspiration struck. Shuichi took in a large gasp of air, seemingly sucking all the oxygen out of the room. In a perfectly thought out manner the little fluff-ball explained, “You always read anything I write and when I spell something correctly or use the correct word you don‘t pay any attention to me. However, if I misspell a word or misuse a word, as the case currently stands, you do pay attention to me. In fact, if I play my cards right it will lead to hot and heavy sex that lasts for hours and hours. That‘s why I use words the way I do.”
Slack jawed and stupefied, Yuki stared at his supposedly dumb lover in amazement. Slowly, he released his grip on Shuichi’s shoulders and stared… and stared. A little worried, Shuichi cupped the blond man’s cheek while moving closer to console his lover.
“Baby? What‘s wrong?” Strawberry lips made contact with Yuki’s and he glanced down at the little one curled about him. A soft smile danced across Shuichi’s face and he glowed, basking in contentment of just being so close to his Yuki.
“I…feel…stu-pid.” Yuki looked forlornly into space, his eyes growing as big as a puppy's. “Well,” Breathing lightly his gaze traveled back to the the little pop singer he loved so much. “Do you wanna put me in my place for the next few hours or should we fuck like rabbits?”
Shuichi giggled, wrapping his slim arms around his golden lion's neck. He grinned madly, whispering seductively, “You dumb little boy. I'm gonna have to spank you until your little butt turns red.”
Yuki smirked, his gaze narrowing as he pressed his body flush with his sweet lover's, “After you spank me you're gonna have to make me fuck you. It's the only sure way I'll learn my lesson.” This time he didn't will his erection to disappear and for that Shuichi was very pleased. After all, Yuki's prominent arousal was chocking in his pants.
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After reading this piece did you:
A. Get a kick out of this?
B. Need to brush your teeth?
C. None of the above?
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Rating: OT
Warnings: Implied adult situations, sap, and fluffy-ness.
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Yuki glanced over a bright pink piece of paper covered in hearts. Two distinct writing styles scrawled haphazardly across the page; one script neat and orderly while the other script was flourishing in fairyland. Apparently, Shu-kun and Hiro were exchanging notes during the press conference yesterday.
Being the not-so-obvious snoopy boyfriend that he was, Yuki read the note that his lover and said lover’s best friend wrote. Without warning, his right eye began to twitch violently and his left hand began to ache for the well-abused red pen that corrected college-level essays. Why, oh why did he have to fall in love with an illiterate sex kitten?
It was that word. Right there. The word that didn’t even have an excuse to be called a homophone. Chocking. Yes, ‘chocking’ was a word, used in a variety of ways, about three ways if he remembered correctly. However, ‘chocking’ was not interchangeable with ‘choking,’ it had nothing to do with ‘choking.’
Stupid brat doesn’t know how to freakin’ spell the right freakin’ word! Damn! Huffing dramatically, he balled the paper up and threw it to the floor where it lay like a crumpled pack of empty smokes. Yuki snarled and growled and made other weird noises that he emitted when angry about writing and stomped off to his sanctuary: the only place free of written errors.
At that very moment a neon-green-haired moron burst into the high-rise condominium with a shout of, “Tadima Yuki!” Just as he was about to cross the entryway threshold he was slammed up against a wall.
“Waaaahhh! Noooo! Don‘t kill me! Yuuuuki! Save meeeee!” Shuichi let out a very girlish shriek as he struggled for dear life against the hold of whoever had pinned him.
“Shut up brat! You deserve to die for your sins anyways!” That deep, sexy voice penetrated the haze of flight or fight instantaneously. The little kitten stopped struggling for life as his eyes went big and his aura began to glow exceedingly bright colors.
“Yu- Yu-” Shuichi started to say. An adorably toe-curling, heart-wrenching pout graced his full pink lips and Yuki struggled for control. No man, not even the most cold-hearted bastard in the world, could ever be a match for the world’s sweetest and most drool-worthy fluff-ball.
Yuki sneered into the face of sheer cuteness, hoping that his cold tactics would disable the kitten for a moment so that he could regain the upper hand. For one split second his idea worked. Jumping on the opportunity Yuki continued his mission.
“Don‘t start.” Yuki growled in warning. Somewhere in Shuichi’s little fluff brain he registered that he must indeed be quiet because Yuki was very mad. Very, very, very mad. So in lieu of screaming the roof down with cries of; “Yuki love me! Yuki fuck me!” Shuichi opted for big eyes and innocence.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Searching his mind for why Yuki would be this mad at him turned up no explanation. Pursing his luscious lips in thought, Shuichi pondered and pondered.
“What was I supposed to be thinking Yuki?” Panting after the boy like a dog in heat, Yuki tore his eyes away from those wet, glossy, pink lips and that very, very pink tongue. Suddenly, his pants felt a little tighter. “Yuuuki. Hello?”
“Huh? Oh! Damn it Shu! Stop that you little shit!” Yuki did his best to save face while simultaneously willing his near-throbbing rod to dissipate. The boy could sense a hard-on a mile away. “You still haven‘t answered why! Why did you write that word like that?!” Phew, back to a safe subject!
“Yuuuki! I don‘t know what word I gotted wrong this time! Teeeell meeee!” Shuichi whined and whimpered, still struggling to be released from the hold his super-strong boyfriend had on him. Anyways, he knew Yuki was excited and if he could just excite him a bit more then Yuki would forget about the misused or misspelled word.
“Gah! You little shit! The word is got! Not gotted! There is no such word as gotted anyways! Stop that!”
“That‘s the word I got wrong?”
“No, it‘s chocking.”
“I‘m chocking, not you! Or are you talking about your hard-on chocking in your pants?”
“No, goddamnit!” Exasperated, horny, but still very exasperated Yuki tightened his hold on the boy’s shoulders. “Why the fuck do you use ‘chocking’ when you very well mean ‘choking’? Why the hell do you have to be an idiotic sex kitten?!”
The little pop star thought for a moment. It was gravely important that he explained himself and explained himself well. “Well, you see…” A free hand tapped against his cute chin and he hummed as he thought.
In a lightning-fast move, inspiration struck. Shuichi took in a large gasp of air, seemingly sucking all the oxygen out of the room. In a perfectly thought out manner the little fluff-ball explained, “You always read anything I write and when I spell something correctly or use the correct word you don‘t pay any attention to me. However, if I misspell a word or misuse a word, as the case currently stands, you do pay attention to me. In fact, if I play my cards right it will lead to hot and heavy sex that lasts for hours and hours. That‘s why I use words the way I do.”
Slack jawed and stupefied, Yuki stared at his supposedly dumb lover in amazement. Slowly, he released his grip on Shuichi’s shoulders and stared… and stared. A little worried, Shuichi cupped the blond man’s cheek while moving closer to console his lover.
“Baby? What‘s wrong?” Strawberry lips made contact with Yuki’s and he glanced down at the little one curled about him. A soft smile danced across Shuichi’s face and he glowed, basking in contentment of just being so close to his Yuki.
“I…feel…stu-pid.” Yuki looked forlornly into space, his eyes growing as big as a puppy's. “Well,” Breathing lightly his gaze traveled back to the the little pop singer he loved so much. “Do you wanna put me in my place for the next few hours or should we fuck like rabbits?”
Shuichi giggled, wrapping his slim arms around his golden lion's neck. He grinned madly, whispering seductively, “You dumb little boy. I'm gonna have to spank you until your little butt turns red.”
Yuki smirked, his gaze narrowing as he pressed his body flush with his sweet lover's, “After you spank me you're gonna have to make me fuck you. It's the only sure way I'll learn my lesson.” This time he didn't will his erection to disappear and for that Shuichi was very pleased. After all, Yuki's prominent arousal was chocking in his pants.
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After reading this piece did you:
A. Get a kick out of this?
B. Need to brush your teeth?
C. None of the above?
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