Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Gravity Falls:Reaching the Stars ❯ Chapter 4

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 4

 

Once dried, they padded back to the bedroom, towels wrapped around slim waists. Yuki eyed the bed with distaste, taking in the twisted sheets, evident stains, and general dishevelled appearance. With one swift, efficient stroke Yuki swept the bedding onto the floor.

 

“Go get clean stuff.” he ordered peremptorily. Shuichi rolled his eyes but did as he was bid, returning with an armful of sheets, quilt and pillowcases.

 

As Yuki began to spread the sheets, Shuichi picked up the soiled bedclothes and put them in the laundry basket. He returned to see Yuki, back to the door, one knee resting on the bed as he smoothed the sheets on the far side. A wicked smile crossed the boy's face.

 

Silently he padded across the floor, reaching out to slide one hand up the inside of the parted legs, up to grab Yuki's balls. The startled cry Yuki let out made Shuichi burst out laughing. That, and watching his lover collapse face first on the bed in surprise.

 

Yuki glanced over his shoulder from his awkward position and scowled at the laughing boy, who stood with arms wrapped around his mid section, tears of mirth on his face. Yuki let out a growl, “Why, you little punk...” and sprang from the bed, one long arm snaking out and grasping the towel around the boy's waist, and yanked hard.

 

The towel and Shuichi parted company, and the boy was spun off-balance at the force. His arms waved around wildly until a firm hand clamped around his wrist, pulling him forward, and he was flung to land with a thump in the middle of the newly made bed, bouncing a little.

 

“Oomph!” Shuichi let out, as the air rushed out of his lungs on impact. Yuki stood at the edge glaring down at the naked spread-eagled boy. Shuichi looked up at the scowling Yuki, using his most adoring puppy dog eyes.

 

“Humph!” was the only response he got. Yuki obviously wasn't falling for any of that. Shuichi smiled and shrugged slightly. It was worth a try.

 

Yuki couldn't believe how happy the boy looked. That had been real laughter, there was real mischief still twinkling in his eyes, the broad smile showed true happiness. It really had been a very long time since he had seen that look on Shuichi's face.

 

Shuichi noticed that Yuki was intently focussed on his face, he wasn't watching what else Shuichi was doing. Well, the boy intended to have some fun! Whilst Yuki was glaring at him and not watching anything else, the boy's feet were inching closer, the agile toes gripping the bottom of Yuki's towel, and then they pulled outwards. The towel separated immediately, falling away, and Yuki flailed his arms frantically mirroring Shuichi's motions only moments earlier, completely off-balance, but the motion could not be halted and he began to topple forward. He caught himself on his outstretched arms near Shuichi's shoulders, knees landing just past the end of the bed between Shuichi's legs.

 

He let out a sigh of relief. He truly had feared he was going to fall and crush his impetuous young lover beneath him. He looked down into Shuichi's still smiling face. The boy didn't seem the least concerned that he had almost been squashed by Yuki's larger frame.

 

Now the initial fear and concern had receded, Yuki became aware of other things. Of the fact that the position he was holding himself in pressed his groin firmly against Shuichi's, his flaccid cock cushioned between their bodies. He realised then also that his cock was nestled directly against Shuichi's. A surge of desire shot through him, causing his cock to harden slightly. He was surprised at the reaction, and fearful that it would frighten Shuichi, but the boy didn't appear concerned. Perhaps he hadn't noticed.

 

He felt Shuichi wrap his legs around his, small hands resting on his hips. Slowly the hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck. “Kiss me,” the boy said, partly demanding, partly pleading.

 

Maintaining eye contact, Yuki lowered his head slowly until their lips touched. He kept the kiss light, lips brushing lightly against each other, tongues gently tracing the outline of mouths. He held his body away from Shuichi's, though the effort to do so was beginning to make his arms ache. But he couldn't let his body drop. If he did, there was every chance that Shuichi would feel trapped, pinned, a horrible reminder of the rape, and Yuki would not do that to him.

 

The fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth closer as Shuichi deepened the kiss. As a tongue slipped into his mouth, demanding entrance, Yuki felt a flush of pleasure shoot through him. He felt his erection harden fully, pressing into his stomach, hot and throbbing. He was worried; he didn't want to frighten Shuichi. The boy just continued to deepen the kiss, one hand sliding away from his head to trail down his chest until deft fingers grasped a nipple, squeezing lightly and rolling, until it hardened under that touch.

 

Yuki leaned into the hot mouth on his, and his arms had begun to quiver with the effort to keep his body up. He suddenly realised that the pressure he felt trapped between their bodies was not just from his own erection, but also from Shuichi's corresponding erection. The boy's cock was hard, firm, hot, and twitching against Yuki's stomach. Every movement it made shot fires of desire through Yuki's body.

 

He tried to soothe his desire. His body wanted more, every fibre of his being wanted more, but he clamped down on his feelings. He tried to lift his head, to break the kiss before things got any further out of hand, but a hand behind his neck kept his mouth in place, as the tongue probed deeper.

 

With some effort, Yuki managed to lift his head and broke the contact. His whole body was quivering, the pressure in his cock pounding in his senses. However, before he could do anything more than take a breath, Shuichi wrapped both arms tightly around him and dragged him downwards so forcefully Yuki felt his exhausted arms buckle under him and his chest pressed down to Shuichi's heated flesh.

 

“No,” he struggled a little, fearful of the damage he might do. Shuichi reached up to brush his lips over Yuki's, over his face, down his neck, along the jawline. Yuki tried to fight the fires building in his body.

 

“Shuichi,” he tried to speak, twisting his head away from the seeking mouth, which only opened his neck up for another assault. “Shuichi,” he tried again to talk to the boy. “If you keep going....” he trailed off as the soft tongue flickered over his ear, drawing a low moan from him as more fires centred in his groin.

 

Shuichi's only answer was to tighten his arms around Yuki, pulling him closer. Yuki was going to try once more to break the clinch when he felt Shuichi's legs open further, dropping his hips lower, and then the legs drew up to wrap almost around his waist, pushing their groins together tighter.

 

He looked into the boy's eyes. Did he really know what he was doing? Did he really want this? Yuki felt paralysed with indecision, even whist the fires built within him. Shuichi looked back at him, eyes glazed with passion, breathing rapidly. One hand tugged Yuki back into a deep passionate kiss, open mouthed, tongues tangling, teeth grazing over lips, nibbling gently.

 

Yuki could feel hands slide over his back, tracing his spine, dipping into the small of his back. His own hands were roving across Shuichi's flesh. He could feel the heat coming from the small body. He moved his lips to Shuichi's throat, suckling on the soft flesh. He heard the little moan of delight that escaped Shuichi.

 

The hands slid further down to slide over his buttocks, pressing him closer. Yuki could feel their erections digging into their bodies, almost painfully. Shuichi's legs shifted higher again, and with a sudden wriggle and buck, the boy shifted Yuki's body so his hardened cock slid from between their bodies, and nestled firmly against Shuichi's rear.

 

Yuki froze, raising his head to look at the boy.

 

“Love me,” the boy whispered, his warm breath brushing Yuki's face.

 

“You want me to…?” Yuki breathed back, still uncertain.

 

The boy's arms tightened around him. “Be with me,”

 

Shuichi's erection was still lying hard between them, clear evidence of his own arousal. Yuki could feel no tenseness in the body beneath him, none of the fear that had been there previously. Shuichi did seem to want this, and Yuki was feeling the response in his own body telling him how much he wanted it also. But he still feared that Shuichi would panic if he did anything.

 

“What do you want exactly?” he asked quietly, dropping a light kiss to the lips.

 

Shuichi kissed him back. “I want to feel you inside me,” he whispered back. “Make love to me, Eiri.”

 

Yuki could not refuse such a request. He glanced over and saw the tube of lube over on the bedside table. It was so far away! If he moved, would Shuichi change his mind?

 

Shuichi must have practically read his thoughts, for he tapped him on the chest and said, “Go on. Don't keep me waiting.” A soft smile curved his lips, and there was a twinkle in his eyes.

 

That was all the encouragement Yuki needed. Shuichi's legs and arms released him and he crawled up the boy's body and reached towards the bedside table. As his fingers closed around the tube, he almost dropped it as he gasped, for a warm, wet mouth closed around his erection.

 

Gods! His mind swirled at the fires shooting through his body. He groaned and dropped his head down to rest it on the bed, to concentrate on the feelings of that mouth and tongue closed around his pulsing cock. He finally managed to pull his mind away from his own pleasures, and lifted his body up and began to slide back, forcing Shuichi to release his cock, letting it slide from the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.

 

He slid back down Shuichi's body, taking his place again where he had been before. Shuichi immediately wrapped arms and legs around him, fastening his mouth to Yuki's. Yuki could taste the slight tang of his precum in the boy's mouth. When the kiss was finally broken, they were both breathing heavily.

 

“Are you sure?” Yuki asked, sitting up a little.

 

“Oh, yes,” Shuichi said breathlessly.

 

Yuki took this as assent, and unscrewed the lid from the tube. He squeezed a liberal amount into his palm, rolling it in his hand to warm it. He reached out and clasped his slick hand around Shuichi's thick erection. He watched the boy's eyes closed and head tip back, as his hips thrust upwards into his grip with a moan and a gasp. The look of pleasure on the boy's face sent an answering pulse to his own hard-on.

 

He continued to stroke Shuichi, revelling in the touch of the cock in his hand and the soft sounds of ecstasy coming from the boy. He moved his other hand downwards and rubbed a slick finger around the puckered entrance.

 

He hesitated a moment. Should he really do this? He knew Shuichi had asked it of him, said he wanted it, but after what had been done to the boy, what he had experienced, could this really be what he wanted? He had come so far tonight, further than Yuki would ever have thought the boy could. There were such depths of strength, of will, in Shuichi's small frame. It put Yuki to shame to think of his own immediate withdrawal and continued avoidance.

 

He continued to watch his young lover writhe on the bed under his touch. Making a decision, Yuki pushed a finger inside. There was no tensing, no freezing by Shuichi, just a further look of pleasure, a pushing towards Yuki. Yuki continued to stretch Shuichi carefully, first one finger, then a second. The boy's moans deepened. Yuki saw Shuichi's eyes open suddenly and fix him with a piercing stare. A hand rose, stretching out to him.

 

“Now. Please,” he begged.

 

Yuki obeyed. He removed his finger and wiped the rest of the lube over his hard cock, tensing at the contact. He positioned himself carefully, spreading the cheeks. He looked deeply in Shuichi's eyes.

 

“Ready?” he asked.

 

The boy maintained the eye contact. “Yes,” he whispered.

 

Yuki kept his eyes fixed on Shuichi's open ones and he pushed forward slowly, easing inside. He saw a small shadow of pain and immediately stopped, but Shuichi lifted his heels and placed them behind Yuki's back, pushing him forwards.

 

So, obeying that prompt, he continued. When he was fully embedded he paused, holding himself still, letting Shuichi become accustomed to the feeling. He breathed heavily, holding himself steady. Shuichi's breathing was coming in small pants.

 

Slowly, Yuki began to move, gentle rocking, very small movements. Pull out a little, push back in…..pull out….. push in. Shuichi's body began to move in time with him. Yuki realised now just how in synch he and Shuichi usually were during sex. He leant forward a little, moving a little faster, the deeper angle now pressing against Shuichi's prostate, but he still kept it as a gentle, smooth rocking motion, so he wasn't pounding into the boy's body.

 

Yuki lowered his body further so his stomach could brush against Shuichi's erection. The boy gasped at each contact, breathing getting faster, soft cries of pleasure echoing in the room. He dropped his head forward to sweep his tongue over the boy's hard nipple, gripping them lightly in his teeth, then suckling. Shuichi cried out and arched his back further, pushing his body closer to Yuki's.

 

Yuki sped his motions up, but not the force behind the motion. It was still gentle, but no less arousing for either of them. He brought a hand up to slide between their bodies, clasping his fingers around Shuichi's erection. He began to pump it, hearing the boy's cries reach a new height, the muscles tightening and begin to shake.

 

Then with a final thrust upwards, he felt Shuichi ejaculate, semen coating both of them. The look of ecstasy on the small face was enough to push Yuki closer to the edge. He reached under Shuichi, lifting the boy's hips higher as he pushed forward, embedding himself even deeper than before. The contraction of the interior muscles in Shuichi's arse sent an intense ripple of desire through his body, making every muscle begin to quiver, focussing everything into his pulsing cock buried deep in the boy. He felt his body tense, muscles tighten, hold, breath catching, and thrust hard a couple of more times, and then shuddered, head thrown back, a sharp cry escaping him, as he spilt his seed deep inside the boy's body. He shuddered once more as the last of it was squeezed from his body to fill that wonderful channel.

 

Two thin arms wrapped around him, drawing him down to cover the smaller body. Yuki wrapped himself around the boy.

 

“Okay?” he whispered into a small shell-like ear.

 

“Better than.” was the simple response as Shuichi snuggled closer into his embrace.

 

Yuki shifted, withdrawing carefully, trying to ensure that he wouldn't cause any pain. He flipped the quilt up from its precarious position on the edge of the bed, and slipped his arms around Shuichi to draw him more fully onto the bed, so they could lie side by side, wrapping the quilt around them both.

 

He felt completely exhausted as he pulled Shuichi into a tight embrace, the small head pillowed on his chest, soft hair trailing over his skin. He wrapped his arms tightly around the boy's body, feeling corresponding arms do the same to him. He let his eyes close, his mind beginning to drift. He could see the faint touches of dawn around the edges of the closed curtains. Neither of them were going to be working today.

 

“Yuki,” the soft voice drifted up to him.

 

“Hmm?” he murmured sleepily, falling towards slumber.

 

“There's…something I have to tell you.”

 

-End-