Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Gravity Falls:Reaching the Stars ❯ Chapter 3

Author: JadeHeart
Fandom: Gravitation (anime only)
Warnings: reference to gang rape, graphic sex, bad language

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, they belong to the creators of `Gravitation'.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Yuki allowed the kiss, felt arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer. He responded gently to Shuichi's demands, felt the boy's tongue flicking across his closed lips and then suddenly pushing between to delve into his mouth, deepening the kiss further. He felt the small body shift, leaning further forward, the pressure creating a delightful sensation in his groin. He couldn't help the soft moan that escaped him, only to be swallowed up by Shuichi's mouth. He let his hands begin to roam over Shuichi's body, touching arms, legs, back, stroking, caressing, rubbing.

 

The boy finally broke the contact, but immediately placed a kiss along Yuki's jaw. He kept his eyes closed, savouring the contact as kiss after kiss peppered his flesh. His head was pulled down lower as Shuichi's mouth continued along its path to its goal.

 

Finally it reached its destination, Yuki's ear. He couldn't prevent the deeper moan that escaped him as that warm mouth enclosed over this sensitive area. The wet tongue ran around the rim, flicked inside, before the lips gently closed again to suckle on the lobe. Yuki let out another groan as shivers shot up and down his spine. As the boy continued to suck, lick and nibble on Yuki's weak spot, his body began to quiver with the fires shooting through him. He couldn't stop his hands from clenching, kneading Shuichi's back. His breath came in short pants, his heart beat racing.

 

Calm, he thought desperately. Must remain clam!

 

But this was becoming more and more difficult for him to do as his senses were assaulted again and again by his young lover. Suddenly Shuichi stopped his attack on Yuki's ear. Yuki almost breathed a sigh of relief, even though a part of him regretted the loss. However Shuichi's mobile lips trailed back along his jawline, lipping the soft underside of his chin. He felt the warm, wet tongue run down his neck, over his Adam's apple, then back up, warm lips nuzzling into the soft flesh.

 

Shuichi continued to let his mouth and lips graze lightly over every part of Yuki's neck and face, each soft touch igniting deeper fires in Yuki's belly. His grip on the boy's body was still firm, clasping the small form close to him, but he held back from doing anything more. It was hard, so hard to not do more. However he let Shuichi set the pace, let him choose the way.

 

Shuichi returned his mouth to Yuki's, lips pressing against his. He felt his head being pushed backwards and realised the boy had moved, shifting his weight. When he settled back again, Shuichi was straddling him, knees pressing against the outside of his thighs. The tighter contact with his groin made fires pulse through him. Carefully, he pulled Shuichi in closer, not certain if he should do so or not, but his body was craving the closer contact. Shuichi let him, snuggling closer, deepening the kiss. Yuki wound his tongue around Shuichi's demanding tongue, feeling the boy tangle his hands in his hair. The hands then slipped to frame his face, thumbs tracing cheek bones and the fingertips trailing down his neck. Yuki felt a tugging at his shirt front as Shuichi began to unbutton it.

 

Yuki made no movement. He could hardly believe that the boy was going this far. It was extremely daring, a huge step, and he didn't want to do anything that could possibly mess it up. So he held himself completely still, just letting his mouth continue to respond to Shuichi.

 

He felt soft touches trail over his chest as his shirt was pushed apart; light, feathery touches that sent his nerves tingling. The touches trailed down his sternum, over his ribs, across the dip of his stomach, back upwards in a sweeping arc. They skirted his nipples, almost touching, but not quite. The hands continued to roam, each time refusing to pleasure him any further.

 

He couldn't bear the anticipation building within him. It was driving him mad. So when the hands finally brushed lightly over his aching nipples, he couldn't stop the moan from escaping his lips His nipples hardened almost immediately upon the contact. He felt the small, flexible fingers rub again, roll the hard nubs, stroke and caress, soft tugs bringing them to a firmer hardness.

 

Yuki leant into the kiss further, revelling in the touch, pulling Shuichi in harder so their groins were pressed against each other. Yuki could feel his erection growing, hardening, pressing into his stomach. He could feel the familiar ache begin.

 

Shuichi left his assault on Yuki's mouth and trailed his tongue downwards, down neck, sternum, and slipped outwards to Yuki's nipples. As the warm, wet mouth closed over one, Yuki gasped and pushed his head back further, eyes closed, savouring that warm touch. He was breathing faster. He wanted so much more. But it was still a delicate time. He had to be careful.

 

“Shu…i..chi,” he managed to get out, bringing a hand up to rest in the soft hair. The lips halted for a moment before returning to their task.

 

“Hmm?” The vibration around the nipple caught in that mouth nearly made Yuki cry out in ecstasy. He tried to gather his thoughts again.

 

“Can I…” he tried again. “I want to do this…. to you.”

 

He didn't know if Shuichi would let him. It was a big step. He felt the hesitation in the body pressed against him, the sense of uncertainty that was there.

 

“You just want to..?”

 

“I want to kiss your nipples, feel your skin against mine, to touch you.” Yuki reassured him carefully. Yuki carefully moved a hand to rest over Shuichi's chest, fingers gathering up a fold of clothing and gently tugged. “Can I?”

 

Silence greeted his question - then Shuichi spoke.

 

“Okay. Hold on,” Shuichi shifted a little and unzipped the collar of his sweater, then clasped the bottom and after a brief hesitation, pulled it up and over his head. His tank top followed and he was sitting there straddling Yuki, chest completely bare.

 

Yuki saw him clasp his arms around himself, saw him shake with fear, saw the same emotion in his eyes. Yuki slowly stretched out a hand and rested it lightly on Shuichi's naked chest. The boy flinched at the touch, so close to running away that Yuki's heart ached for him. He let his hand rest there and looked into Shuichi's face.

 

“You're beautiful,” he whispered.

 

The boy's eyes widened in surprise at this declaration, surprise replacing the fear. Yuki slowly, gently, began to move his long fingers, stroking the soft skin under his hand.

 

Yuki leant slowly forward so his head was level with Shuichi's chest. He flicked his tongue out and tasted the skin. He did this again. Again. Little touches, gentle, subtle, undemanding, non-threatening, but each time designed to bring pleasure.

 

When he felt Shuichi's hands sliding up his arms, he made his motions larger, long sweeping strokes with his tongue, running his hands over the full expanse of the skin beneath his touch. He traced his tongue around the areole, circling closer and closer, until he fastened his lips fully around the nipple.

 

He heard the gasp Shuichi released, the tightening of the boy's arms around him. He continued to suckle, and when that one had risen to a hard nub, he transferred his attentions to the other. Shuichi's soft moans and rapid breathing were intensely exciting to Yuki.

 

He felt his shirt being tugged from his shoulders and helped the boy remove it. Now they were both lying there with bare torsos. The full skin to skin contact, unimpeded by clothing, was stimulating. The soft touch of Shuichi's hands over his back, trailing down his spine made him writhe in pleasure.

 

Any other time, Yuki would be pushing Shuichi down on the bed, lying over him, enveloping his smaller frame. But that had been at any other time. Not this time. He couldn't do that now. Shuichi would immediately feel threatened if he tried to dominate the boy as he had usually done. All he could do was to let Shuichi be the one to dominate. But he didn't know just how far Shuichi would want to go.

 

So, instead of pushing the boy down, Yuki lay back, moving sideways a little so he could lay down flat bringing the boy with him, until their lips touched and locked. They lay like that for some time, kissing, hands stroking bare chest and back

 

Yuki found the sensation of the smaller body lying on top of him rather strange, more for how unusual it was, than anything else. He was not used to being the one on the bottom, the submissive. A part of him was a little panicked about it. He had his own demons and fears about situations like this, but not as bad as Shuichi's. And this was for Shuichi.

 

The boy broke the kiss and raised himself up to sit over Yuki. He had a slightly puzzled look on his face.

 

“Why..?” his voice trailed away.

 

“What?” Yuki said, reaching up a hand to run his fingers down the centre of Shuichi's chest.

 

The boy's eyes glazed a little at the sensual contact before focussing again. “Well, you usually....”

 

Yuki gave a small shrug. “Don't you sometimes want a change?”

 

“I… guess.”

 

Yuki brought his other hand up and now he could casually play with both nipples. He could feel them hard and erect to his touch. He felt the shudder go through the boy's body, right into the groin where their hips met as Shuichi sat on him. It was a delightful feeling and made Yuki catch his breath.

 

“I want you to do what you like.” he whispered, drawing Shuichi down into a passionate kiss.

 

The kiss continued, and Yuki wrapped both arms round to clasp the young body close to him. He shifted the boy a little, pushing at one of his legs so it slid between his. This contact dropped Shuichi's hips and pelvic area directly into contact with his full erection. He groaned and brought one of his legs up to tangle around Shuichi's. Yuki was finding that he was beginning to like this feeling. Of having Shuichi between his legs, of not necessarily being the dominate one always. Shuichi shifted a little, placing more pressure against Yuki's groin, and he moaned again, a moan that was swallowed by the kiss.

 

The boy broke the kiss to attack Yuki's neck and chest. The hot tongue left a moist trail over his skin, the hot breath scorching him. He felt the tongue dip into his navel, trail around the rim, down to move along the path of the waistband of his trousers. The small hands were tracing patterns all over his skin, kneading, nibbling, stroking, across his ribs and stomach.

 

Yuki was fully expecting things to stop here. He didn't expect Shuichi to try and take things further. The boy had already gone so much further than he had thought he would. So he was surprised when he felt a slight tug at the button of his pants, and the sound of the zipper being drawn down.

 

A warm hand slipped between the parted fabric and cupped itself over his erection, stroking him through his boxers. The sensation of the satin fabric sliding against his heated skin sent fires skating through his body, a quiver that began deep in his belly, ran through every portion of him, finally to return to that heated member grasped in Shuichi's hand.

 

The boy continued to stroke him, slowly, but firmly. He knew full well what Yuki liked, and how he liked it, and he was putting this knowledge to good use. Yuki couldn't help it as his hips thrust upwards into that touch, trying to speed up the motions, aching to achieve climax.

 

A warm, wet tongue returned to his stomach, trailing across it, dipping into his navel again. Lips fastened on the skin near his hip, sucking, creating a burning patch on his fevered skin. The other hand trailed up his ribs to the nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. This dragged another moan from Yuki as his breathing began to speed up.

 

He felt the hand slide back down to his boxers, the mouth leave his skin, then the second hand ceased its motion. He groaned at the loss of that contact. He didn't want it to stop! He felt a tug and opened his eyes to see Shuichi sitting up. Looking down along his body, he could see the boy's hands tucked into the waistband of his trousers and boxers.

 

“Lift up,” Shuichi said quietly, tugging at the clothes.

 

Yuki almost hesitated. He hadn't been expecting this. Then he lifted his hips from the bed in compliance. Shuichi deftly pulled the clothing downwards, over Yuki's buttocks and freeing his full erection to the night air. As Yuki let his hips drop back to the bed, he lifted his legs a little so Shuichi could shuffle backwards, dragging his pants the rest of the way off. The boy dropped them to the floor and stood there for a moment, looking down at Yuki.

 

Yuki felt….naked. Not in the literal sense which was definitely the case, but in a figurative manner. It wasn't like he hadn't been fully naked in front of Shuichi before but it had never been like this. Never been in a way where he, Yuki, was the one lying spread out on the bed with Shuichi looking down on him. It was a different experience for him. Was this how Shuichi usually felt when the positions were reversed, he wondered.

 

The boy then moved forward, lying at Yuki's side. A hand reached up to cup the side of his face and turn it slightly so their lips could touch. The boy continued to deepen the kiss. Yuki could feel the hand trail from his face, down his neck, down the chest, with a passing flick and squeeze to the nipple, over the ribs and gliding over the dip of the stomach, to wrap around his cock. Then the hand began to stroke him again.

 

Yuki wrapped his arms around Shuichi, trying to press his body against the boy's. He moaned as the hand sped up a little, thumb coming up to slide over the slit and smear the precum down the length, creating a lubricant that made the motion flow more smoothly. Yuki's hips thrust into that hand, craving more.

 

Yuki was gasping as Shuichi broke the kiss, and that delectable mouth trailed down his body, every touch igniting fires along its path, fires that built and built. He could feel the hot breath on his cock just before it was enveloped in that wet cavern. He groaned deeply as this new sensation filled his senses. He reached his hands down, tangling his fingers in the silky hair, holding the head in place as he thrust upwards with his hips.

 

Suddenly he felt both his wrists grabbed in a tight grip. His hands were pulled from Shuichi's head and forced down to the bed at his side. What….?, he thought dazedly to himself, opening his eyes. Shuichi stopped what he was doing and looked up. The boy pinned Yuki with a glare, pinned him as his hands were pinned. Shuichi then dropped his head again, and engulfed Yuki's cock once more with his mouth.

 

Yuki's hips thrust up a little, but Shuichi was bringing all his body weight to bear down on his legs now, so he could make little movement. He tried to move his hands again, wanting to grasp that bobbing head so he could thrust up into that beautiful, wet cavern and fuck that warm, talented mouth. But the grip on his wrists hadn't slackened and was holding him tight enough to almost be painful, tight enough to bruise.

 

Yuki gave up then. He wasn't going to try and fight the boy. It would only frighten him, or worse. So he lay back and just gave in to the full sensations that were filling his mind and body.

 

He felt Shuichi relax his throat muscles as he deep throated his cock. He writhed in anticipation, knowing the pleasures that were to come. As a singer, Shuichi had exceptional control over his throat, and he could swallow Yuki fully to the hilt so he could feel the back of the boy's throat enclosing around his swollen member. And then Shuichi did the one thing that always pushed him over the point of no return…..he hummed.

 

The vibration in his throat shot up Yuki's erection from tip to base, making his balls tighten, his muscles tense all over. He threw back his head and cried out, as his body arched and he climaxed violently, hips thrusting upwards, body shaking, and Shuichi continued to swallow, sucking every drop of come from his rapidly softening member as it was drained completely.

 

Yuki collapsed back onto the bed bonelessly, completely drained. Shuichi knew that did him in every time. Gods, the boy had a fucking talented mouth! He lay there gasping, with eyes closed, as his heart continued to pound.

 

The bed shifted, and he felt Shuichi's weight leave his legs. His now flaccid cock slipped from that warm mouth to lie on his stomach. He felt the rasp of a tongue as it gave one last swipe across the tip, licking away the last of any come. He heard a rustling sound but he didn't try and open his eyes, just continued to drift in that pleasant after-sex glow.

 

“Roll over,” the demand was given in a slightly rough voice.

 

He felt hands on both his shoulder and hip pushing him and so he obligingly obeyed. He pillowed his head on his folded arms, relaxing. He felt a small, warm, naked body drape itself over his back and was startled, startled because Shuichi was naked. He could tell he wasn't wearing any clothes at all now. There was no touch of fabric anywhere, not even the silkiness of Shuichi's boxers. Just completely bare skin.

 

What he could feel more than anything else was the firm thickness of Shuichi's erection pressing against his buttocks. It rested in the crack between his cheeks, hot, pulsing. He could feel the heat almost burning into his skin. He found himself tensing up. This wasn't a position he was comfortable with at all. His own memories threatened to overwhelm him. Could he let Shuichi continue, with whatever the boy was going to do? Could he?

 

He had to, he thought to himself, breathing deeply to gain some inner calm. If things really got out of hand he could throw the boy off. He was much larger and stronger than the boy so he would be able to get away from him if he had to. Shuichi didn't have it in him to truly hurt anyone, or anything. He wouldn't fight back that hard if Yuki tried to get away. So Yuki wasn't really at any disadvantage here.

 

So Yuki could just relax. Let things just go where they will. He didn't know what Shuichi was going to do. He was just going to have to let the boy continue to take the lead, and follow where he led. He could do that. If Shuichi needed this to feel he had some control back over his life, and more importantly his body, then Yuki could give it to him. It was okay.

 

Shuichi lifted Yuki's hair from the back of his neck dropping light kisses upon the skin there, followed by small nips which sent goose-bumps over his flesh. Gradually, the trail of kisses stretched out to his ear, circling around the rim, flicking inside and blunt teeth nibbled at the lobe, before it was fully sucked into the warm mouth.

 

Yuki shivered with delight, feeling a familiar sensation beginning to build once more in his groin. He was surprised. He couldn't usually get hard so quickly. He wasn't erect yet, but he was certainly more than interested.

 

Shuichi continued back around his neck to the other ear and repeated the process. Yuki could hear the boy's soft breat, the warmth caressing his skin. It was so erotic, coupled with the sensation of the hot, hard erection pressed against his back. He felt Shuichi shift and begin to slide down his body, warm tongue trailing down his spine, dipping and rising over each vertebra, hands sliding over his sides down towards his waist. He couldn't stop the shivers that ran up and down his body at these touches. He buried his face into his folded arms, breathing heavily.

 

He felt Shuichi glide his hands over his buttocks, further down, slipping between his legs. The boy pushed on the inside of his right thigh, bending his leg up so it was at right angles, opening him. He could feel the small body settled between his now parted legs, could feel the hot breath on his thighs. The wet tongue trailed across this sensitive flesh, moving towards his testicles, lapping over them. Yuki couldn't stop the groan that escaped him and the way his body writhed, but the boy's hands clenched firmly on his hips, holding him still. That tongue continued to bathe the underside of his testicles, before trailing up the ridge of skin towards his anus.

 

He shivered again, trying to push his own fears away. It's alright, it's alright, he chanted to himself, and he could almost believe it as his body continued to respond to what Shuichi was doing. His erection was now half hard, continuing to grow and push into his stomach. He moaned again as a wet tongue slipped between his cheeks, tracing along the full cleft, before returning to that small puckered entrance.

 

He could feel Shuichi's hands kneading the flesh of his buttocks as the tongue swirled around the outside for a moment, then suddenly plunging deep inside. Yuki brought his head up with a gasp, and his body arched. Then the tongue was withdrawn, just as quickly as it had invaded. Yuki collapsed back, panting.

 

Shuichi pushed his tongue back in, this time keeping it there, moving it around, flicking deep inside Yuki's channel, rubbing along the walls. He began to fuck Yuki with his tongue, sliding in and out, pushing deeper and deeper each time. His hands were squeezing Yuki's flesh in time with his mouth's thrusts, harder and harder.

 

Yuki gasped with each penetration, his body writhing, trying to push back into that sweet contact. His body was crying out for more, more than just Shuichi's tongue, something harder, something deeper, something to quench the fires burning through his nerves. He thrust downwards into the bed, pushing his now full erection into the softness, aching for more friction than it could provide, aching for release now.

 

He suddenly felt the wetness leave his body, the weight over his legs move. He then felt Shuichi's hands hard on his hips, fingers digging deep into his flesh and a hardness against his rear. Then before he could think of anything more, that hardness thrust deep inside him. He threw his head back with a cry, lifting his shoulders off the bed and arms scrabbling under his body to try and lift himself up but a weight was forcing him down, and the thrusting within his body was beginning to build fires that shot through his senses.

 

Shuichi continued to thrust hard within Yuki's body, each time forcing himself deeper inside, right to hilt. Yuki could only thank the gods that the boy was smaller in size than he was. That was no slight intended, Shuichi was well endowed enough, but for Yuki's almost virgin rear, trying to cope with a cock any bigger would have been agony. Shuichi's erection was long and hard but thinner, and slid inside Yuki as though it was made for that purpose. And from the pleasure it was generating, Yuki had no complaints.

 

He could hear the boy grunting above him, the hands still gripping him so hard, each thrust slapping Shuichi's testicles against his arse. The boy wasn't trying to be gentle. This was about pure lust. And control.

 

A part of Yuki realised this. Shuichi was claiming Yuki, probably reliving that terrible night he had experienced. However, by putting himself in the position of power this time, Shuichi was probably hoping that he could erase the dark fears that now filled his thoughts. Yuki didn't think that Shuichi was probably really seeing him there at all anymore.

 

But for all that, Yuki didn't really mind. His body was responding to the sensations that were building within him. Desires fuelled by the boy that thrust deeply within him. When Shuichi angled deeper and hit his prostate, he cried out in ecstasy. He kept moaning, as again and again that pleasure shot through him. He felt the tightening in his groin, his erection being thrust hard into the bed with Shuichi's every move and he groaned deeper at this pressure. He knew he was close, knew it wouldn't be long.

 

Suddenly, a hand slipped under him and grasped his weeping cock hard, and that pushed Yuki over the edge. Yuki could do nothing but buck upwards into Shuichi's thrust, and then push hard down into that grip. He cried out as streams of fluid flooded underneath him, feeling it spread across his stomach and chest as that firm hand brought him to climax. He gasped out at the release, panting hard, dark spots dancing behind his eyes. He felt Shuichi thrust again into his body, again, heard the boy's voice rise to a different pitch, and then his high cry of release, and Yuki felt a warm flooding sensation deep inside him, leaking from his body and sliding down.

Shuichi gave one last thrust, and then with a small whimper, Yuki felt his hands unclench from his body, and the boy's body settle across his back, sweat clinging to them both.

 

He felt the fall of something wet on his shoulder. Damn him! The brat was sweating on him! Oh, well, it's not like he wasn't sweaty as well. Another drop followed the first, landing on his shoulder and sliding downwards, then another, and Yuki frowned to himself. Suddenly he realised he had been mistaken. It wasn't sweat. It was tears. The boy was crying. Crying silently into Yuki's neck and shoulder.

 

He rolled himself over, feeling Shuichi's softened cock slip from his body, and reached out to gather the silently weeping boy into his arms, holding him against his chest. He could feel Shuichi trying to curl himself into a foetal position, trying to draw arms and legs up into a ball. He deliberately pulled the boy's body tight against him, forcing the limbs to remain straight. He wasn't going to let the boy withdraw again.

 

“What's this for?” he asked softly into the hair beneath his cheek, feeling the wetness soaking his skin. He could feel the body shaking with the sobs.

 

“I….” the small voice gulped, trailing off.

 

“What?”

 

“I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!!” The wail was completely heartbreaking and the body shook harder, as the tears truly began to flow.

 

“What are you sorry for? What do you think you've done?” Yuki stroked the back, trying to soothe the sobs.

 

“I hurt you!” came the startling answer, surprising Yuki.

 

“Huh?” was all he could say as he tried to figure out what Shuichi meant.

 

“I hurt you! I shouldn't have…” the boy cried, turning his head deeper into Yuki's shoulder as though trying to hide.

 

“What makes you think you hurt me?” Yuki asked softly, reaching up and wiping the face, feeling the tears on the cheeks.

 

“I didn't…you know….”

 

“Didn't what?”

 

“Didn't ….help you….get ready.”

 

Yuki was trying to make sense of it all. “Of course you did,” he tried to reassure the boy. “I was fine.”

 

“But I didn't….use my hand….like you do.'

 

Oh, so that was it. Shuichi was upset at doing something different, different to what Yuki had always done. He guessed that wasn't surprising in a way. Shuichi only had his experiences with Yuki to go on, and nothing to compare. Except the rape. “You used your tongue, didn't you?”

 

“Ye…es,” came the hesitant reply.

 

“And you used the lube.” For the boy had done so, without breaking the motion, but Yuki had felt the slickness and knew he hadn't been mistaken. For all that Shuichi had been wrestling with his inner demons, he had still ensured he hadn't hurt Yuki. “It's not like you forgot anything, or deliberately tried to hurt me. You did okay.”

 

“But I didn't use my hand at all.”

 

“Just because you didn't, doesn't mean you didn't make sure I was ready,” he assured the boy. “Just because I've never used my tongue and only used my hand, doesn't mean that you can't try something different. If you want to try something, then that's okay. It was good.”

 

“But I must have hurt you!” Yuki could see that it was going to take some time to calm Shuichi down. The boy was so fixated on having maybe hurt him, more terrified of the thoughts and feelings he must have been having at that time and believing he had inflicted the same pain on Yuki as had been inflicted on him during the rape. He wasn't truly listening to Yuki's calming words.

 

“Look! Do you think that I could have got so excited just now and blown my load like that, if you had been hurting me?! You had just given me the most mind-sucking blow job you'd ever done and squeezed me dry! And you know I can't get it up again as quickly as you over-sexed hormonal teenagers! ”

 

That seemed to make Shuichi pause to think for a moment. “I wasn't hurting you?”

 

“You felt fucking incredible.” Yuki said honestly.

 

The boy's whole body seemed to unfurl for a moment. “Truly?”

 

“How many times do you want me to tell you what a fantastic fuck that just was? Egotistical, or what?”

 

“You're not just saying that?”

 

“Like I said, how could you think anything different? Couldn't you tell from what was going on? When do I bother putting on some sort of stupid fucking act, anyway? It's not like a male can exactly fake a fucking orgasm!” He cupped his hand under the small chin and raised the face so he could look down on it. “You didn't do anything wrong. It was all fine. It was better than fine. So stop worrying.”

 

“If…..you're sure.”

 

Yuki placed a light kiss on the lips. “I'm sure. So stop with the waterworks. Your nose will get runny, and I don't want that snot dripping on me!” He saw Shuichi lift a hand and wipe away the last of the tears from his eyes. “Besides,” he continued, settling the boy a little more comfortably on his chest. “If that's what it feels like to use your tongue instead of a hand, then I'll just have to start including it in my repertoire from now on. If you think you'll like it?”

 

“May…be,” was the hesitant answer.

 

Back off now, Yuki thought, don't push him to make a decision right now. He gave Shuichi a quick hug, nothing more than a gentle squeeze. “I'd have to say this has been the best bloody sex we've had.”

 

“You really think so?”

 

“Yeah. It's been nice to have someone else do all the work.”

 

“You're just lazy.” Shuichi said, a touch of humour returning to his voice.

 

“Why not? You run me ragged most of the time. I need to get some downtime.”

 

“Yeah, right. You're really hard done by, aren't you?”

 

“You bet I am. You know you've got a lot to live up to now?”

 

“Huh?” Shuichi shifted and rested his chin on Yuki's chest so he could look up at him, puzzlement on his face.

 

“Well, you've just proven you can do all these things, and do them fucking great so I'll be expecting it this good all the time from now on. No slacking off any more!”

 

“Hey! I'm not going to be stuck with all the work from now on! You've got to take your turn, too!”

 

Yuki was relieved to hear that. At least the boy was thinking in terms of `other times'. That was a good start. Yuki stretched a little. The sweat had dried on his body, as had the semen, and his skin was beginning to feel itchy from the sticky coating. Time for a shower, I think.

 

“Come on, brat.” Yuki said, giving a playful slap to Shuichi's derriere, and then cursed himself for his unthinking action, for Shuichi had immediately frozen at the sharp contact, his whole body seizing up, radiating paralysing fear.

 

Damn it! Yuki thought, frantically trying to think of what to do. He had meant it as no more than a playful gesture, nothing more than a tap, but it had been too much for Shuichi, brought back too many memories of something best forgotten. Probably especially this close after having sex and the body is still so over-sensitised.

 

Yuki was not going to let this spoil what they had done, would not let it draw a shadow over what they had shared that evening. He leapt off the bed, maintaining contact with the boy's body, and swept him into his arms.

 

Shuichi let out a startled squeak. “What?!”

 

“I'm sticky, and sweaty!” Yuki growled, walking towards the bathroom. “And you stink!”

 

“No worse than you!” Shuichi grumbled, but Yuki was relieved to feel the boy's arms curl around his neck, making it easier to carry him. The slight body was relaxed again, cuddled up against his body. Yuki felt great relief.

 

When they entered the bathroom, Yuki put Shuichi down and reached into the shower to turn on the taps. The hot water was soon sending up swirls of steam. Shuichi crowded into the shower stall behind Yuki, his body pressed up close to his. Yuki grabbed the shower gel and squeezed some out, beginning to lather it across his chest. Shuichi snatched the bottle from his hands and began his own ablutions. It was a good feeling to get clean, and the hot water was soothing.

 

“Turn around.” Shuichi said demandingly, holding up a soapy hand. Yuki obligingly turned and relaxed as two hands, slick with soap, rubbed vigorously over his back, buttocks and down his legs. It was nice to relax into that touch. Yuki let his eyes close and dropped his head forward, arms outstretched and resting against the tiles before him.

 

“All done,” he eventually heard, and the hands left his body. He straightened, and turned under the water to rinse. He shook his wet hair from his eyes, and had to prevent the burst of laughter that threatened to escape him.

 

Shuichi stood before him, his small body completely coated in soap suds, looking like a demented marshmallow. He always over did the gel, he seemed to like creating excessive suds for some reason. Yuki caught his lips twitching with a smile. The boy looked such a sight, coated in his soapy layer. Sometimes, he was just so ridiculous.

 

“Well, move over. You're hogging all the water!” Shuichi nudged Yuki with his elbow, and moved into the area under the stream of water as soon as Yuki vacated it. He sluiced himself down thoroughly and tossed his head back to let the water thoroughly soak his mop of hair.

 

“Okay, yours,” he said, as he moved out and leant over to pick up his shampoo.

 

Yuki watched him pour some out and scrub it through his hair. The slight scent of strawberries filled the air. He knew that many people would think it rather wussy for a male to smell of strawberries, but Yuki liked the smell. Strawberries were one of his favourite foods, and so he found the smell quite a turn on.

 

He watched as Shuichi leant down again to place the bottle back on the floor. He couldn't resist reaching out, and running his fingers lightly down the spine. Now he noticed something else as well. The heat of the water on the boy's back made the skin flushed, except for a number of thin white lines that criss-crossed his back. Scars, Yuki thought, his stomach clenching, as he realised what he was seeing. Where those bastards cut him. He hoped that with time they would fully disappear. He wondered if Shuichi even knew that he was still marked by them.

 

Shuichi straightened and leant back into Yuki's touch. Yuki gently wrapped his arms around the boy's chest, dropping his head to the boy's shoulder with a soft sigh. He savoured the close contact, the small warm body, slick with water and soap, the scent of strawberries, the touch of the hands on his arms. This felt good. It felt like it should. It felt like things were back to the way they had been before. He realised how much he had missed it.

 

Thinking these soft thoughts, he moved his head and placed a soft kiss on the ear, and then spun away, spitting the soapy lather out of his mouth, spluttering. Shuichi laughed.

 

“Serves you right!” he said, as he scrubbed his hands through his hair, lathering it up again, and then ducked back under the water and rinsed it out.

 

Yuki scowled, cupping a handful of water and sucking it into his mouth, swirling it around, before spitting.

 

“Oh, come on, Yuki!” Shuichi said, reaching out to him and drawing him under the spray of water. “You're not going to die!”

 

“That's what you think!” Yuki muttered under his breath, but slid his arms around the small body and snuggled up against the boy, curving his body around him.

 

Suddenly he let out a yelp and sprung sideways again, dragging the startled Shuichi with him.

 

“What the hell?!” the boy shouted, feet slipping on the wet tiles as he scrabbled to maintain his balance.

 

“It's bloody cold!!” Yuki roared back, frantically reaching through the cold spray and turning the taps to shut off the stream of icy water.

 

Shuichi was laughing hard as he stepped out of the stall. Yuki was still feeling disgruntled as he reached out and snagged a towel, draping it around his shoulders before grabbing another from the rack and throwing it to Shuichi, cutting off the laughter.

 

“Oomph!” the boy grunted, as the towel caught him in the face. Mirth still shone in his eyes as he grabbed it and flung it over his head. Yuki watched as the boy violently rubbed his hair down. Yuki more sedately rubbed his own body down, drying himself. He watched the boy remove the towel from his head and begin to dry the rest of his body. He had a nice body, firm, lithe, sleekly muscled. Yes, Yuki was quite happy to be able to gaze upon that visage, but they couldn't stand here naked forever.