Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Sweetheart ❯ Happy Birthday Sweetheart ( Chapter 1 )

As we all know, today is Yuki-kuns birthday so I decided to write a little something as my gift to the Gravitation fan world and Yuki lovers everywhere! Please R&R and think pleasant thought about Yuki getting birthday sex somewhere off in Animeland....

 

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It's raining. It always seems to be raining these days, even though It's February. I wish there was snow on the ground, though I don't know why. More romantic I guess. Yuki forgot it was his birthday again and I think he's due for a little `break'.

 

I glance up at the clock on the wall. I see that it is nearly five o'clock now, almost two hours since I last looked. Yuki is still typing away in his study. Or jacking off to porn. I have absolutely no idea what he really does in there.

 

He's been that way for hours and hours; more hours than I even want to count. It seems to me that he is either really busy or just avoiding me again. He's been doing that a lot lately. Perhaps I should go and try to `lift his spirits' a bit. I'm horny anyway and the worst he can do is tell me to get the hell out, right? If that turns out to be the case, and he really is busy writing, I can always take care of myself.

 

I make up my mind to go for it, but before heading into his sanctuary of no return, I pay a short visit to the bathroom and make a detour into the bedroom to put on something a little more …enticing.

 

I tip toe over to the closet doors and gently slide them open; Yuki's office is on the other side of the closets far wall and I don't want him to know I'm in here changing or he might think there is something up. Which there is... or soon will be anyway.

 

I pick through my collection of clothes for a minute or two before settling on one of my racier, but more simplistic stage costumes. By simplistic I mean there aren't any straps and minimal buckles to do up… and consequently, undo.

This particular outfit makes me horny just looking at it, so I can't even begin to imagine what it does to Eiri when I'm actually in it. I strip down to my birthday suit and slip on the underwear-esque leather shorts over my orange thong. Next, I pull the black sleeveless turtle neck down over my upper torso. The shirt used to be an actual turtle neck, perfectly respectable in every sense of the word. But, the wonderfully wicked, awesomely creative costume girls hacked off the sleeves and the bottom half of it so that it barely comes down half way to my belly button (which, by the way, I recently got pierced!).

After all that is on, I zip up the black and red knee-high boots and fasten the buckles before tying the red silk scarf delicately around my neck and off to one side. The two tails of the long scarf trail separately across my body; one down my back, just brushing the top of my ass and the other, which is slightly shorter, barely coming down past my navel. I give my hair a toss with my hands to ruffle it up when I remember that the leather gloves that go with this outfit are in the dresser. I cross the room to the black, upright bureau and search a little before coming across the accessories I'm looking for.

 

The gloves are my favorite part of this particular outfit, mostly because they match my shorts. They're black leather, inlaid with pieces of red velvet shaped like male sex symbols. An odd combination I know, but they really are quite a wonderful piece of stage art. Pragmatism isn't one of the first things that NG's designers consider when they make this stuff, it's all about eye catching appearance and comfort. And boy are these gloves comfortable.

 

Until you get on stage and start dancing around, they stay relatively dry and the velvet is special so that your arms can breathe. That probably doesn't seem like a necessity, but elbow high leather gloves wouldn't be particularly pleasant to wear for two hours if they didn't have some form of ventilation.

 

I slip them on and stand in front of the mirror. I turn to the side and check out my ass. It looks so hot in these shorts. I strike a few of the naughtier poses I remember doing at a photo shoot in this outfit. I drape myself along the chair in the bedroom and pretend that it's Hiro and Fujisaki, since they where the ones the photographer had me lean on and cuddle with. Suguru had just about blown a gasket over that one, but Tohma came down and straightened everything out with him before he got too irate. He talked with the photographer as well and she agreed to reserve the more `full contact' poses for Hiro and myself, and I was kind of glad. I am a lot more comfortable with Hiro than I am with Fujisaki, and some of the stuff they say is legal I think is just plain dirty, but hey! Sex sells right? Even the queer kind apparently. I think it is mostly because no matter how gay I act, girls and women all just seem to conveniently ignore the fact that I really am queer. They pretend in their minds that they are the ones I'm pressed against or caressing. Or they just wish they could be as hot as I am. Either way I'm right.

 

I place the chair back up against the wall and trot happily out of the bedroom, laughing quietly to myself as I turn right and into the bathroom. I wet my gloved hands several times; making the leather shine even more then it did to begin with, and run them through my hair and over my body to make it look like I had just come off stage. I know for a fact that it drives Yuki wild, though he'd never admit it. He doesn't admit very much of anything really, except when he's interested in heading into the bedroom…or the kitchen counter tops…or a bathroom stall at the movie theatre. Wherever and whenever he feels like it actually. I feel so deliciously used.

 

I toss my now thoroughly wet hair and water sprays out in all directions. I look at myself in the droplet speckled mirror to make sure I `captured' the right look. I have and I just can't believe how sexy I look when I'm dressed up and wet all over. I really hope Yuki likes it.

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Silently I creep down the hallway, until I'm pressed against the office door. I try to control my breathing, but it's already ragged with anticipation and longing.

I slowly turn the handle and noiselessly open it to peer inside. Yuki's typing away, faster then ever.

I wince inwardly and decide that I need to be extra slutty if I want to have any chance of tearing him away from his work.

That is certainly something I admire about Yuki. He has a great amount of determination when the rewards are high enough, but then again, so do I.

 

An evil smile crawls across my lips as I slink casually over to his desk. He hasn't noticed me yet because the door to his study is, from where he's sitting, in his blind spot of vision.

I stay as close to the book shelves as I can, before he finally turns and notices me. When he sees what I'm wearing he does something of a double take before turning back to his work, face blank and expressionless.

 

“Get out of here Shuichi,” He says roughly and I take a step back.

Damn it! I knew he was going to be difficult!

 

“Yuki,” I say softly as I once again move towards him, “It's your birthday you know.”

 

He grunts in acknowledgment as if to say, “ Yah so what?”

I slide myself up behind his chair and lean down onto his shoulders, my hands running themselves over his chest.

“Are you sure you don't want my present?” I breath into his ear.

He shudders and momentarily stops typing.

Yes! I have his attention, now I have to seal the deal and he's mine!

I continue to breath and lick his ear as my hands gently turn his computer chair away from the desk. He groans and unconsciously tilts his head to allow for further exploration of his most sensitive places. The ones only I'm allowed to touch and taste.

As the chair turns, I follow it in the opposite direction, slowly working myself in front of Yuki without losing contact with his neck.

I suck sharply on the little piece of skin just behind his earlobe and he cries out. I steal the chance to kiss him and swoop down on his opened mouth.

Our tongues meet and he brings his hand up behind my head to crush us together. He never relinquishes control to me, even when I'm the one doing the seducing; not that I ever complain.

I love it when he dominates the encounters between us. I guess it's just the masochist in me, but something just feels right about being put in my place by someone who is stronger and more forceful then I am. I whimper into his mouth as he pulls me onto his lap, caressing and gripping my ass to keep me there.

 

“Yuki…this is my gift to you, remember?” I breathe heavily into his ear once he lets go of my mouth. He sighs, but continues to nip at my neck and chin, placing little kisses and sucks in between his bites. Some of the bites are pretty hard and I know I'm going to have hickey's tomorrow. K's going to kill me. The make up team's going to kill me. God I hate photo shoots sometimes.

 

Yuki attempts to capture my mouth again, but I quickly duck out of his way. I shake his hands from me and languidly slide myself down his body, brushing and rubbing myself all over him like a cat would a persons leg. The only difference here is that this `kitty' is seeking out a completely different type of `milk'.

 

I flick my eyes upwards at him as I start to undo his pants. My hands brush against his sizeable erection and I get an immediate ego boost. I love being able to make him hard to easily!

 

My hands quicken and as I slide his erection out of his underwear he spreads his legs and feet out farther on either side of me. I tuck my own legs up under my ass to boost myself up higher and I reach up under his shirt to caress his chest and squeeze his nipples as I engulf his hot cock with my mouth. He groans and threads his fingers firmly through my damp pink hair.

I decide to apply a brand new technique that I learned this time around, being it's his special birthday blow and all.

 

I suck hard for a couple of seconds and then alternate between gently applying pressure to the underside of his cock with my teeth and forcefully sucking on the head and lathing over it with my tongue. The result is everything I had hoped for and more.

Yuki is gripping my hair almost painfully now and gently thrusting his hips salaciously into my warm, welcoming mouth. I continue this pattern of biting and sucking until he is basically fucking my face. I stop biting down for fear of injuring him on my incisors and just continue to suck and lash my tongue back and forth over his cock head. I think I catch him on my teeth a few times, but it only serves to heighten his pleasure and arousal. He moans loudly and I open my throat just in time to have him slam his cock deep into it. I start swallowing just as he starts to cum.

 

“Shuichi!” he cries as he finishes and releases my hair from the death grip he had it in. I once again swell with pride as he calls out my name. He must have liked what I did to him, or he never would have said my name like he did. I must remember to do this again sometime and maybe learn some new tricks from...well, that's not really important.

 

“Where did you learn to do that?” Yuki asks me as I slowly bring myself up eye to eye with him.

 

Hmmm? Should I tell him who taught me all my naughty new tricks?

 

“Nowhere,” I lie sinfully as I lean in to give him a fervent kiss. I draw his tongue into my mouth and suck on it like I did his cock and he moans again.

 

I lean back from him, resting my hand on his knees as I look at him and smile devilishly. Now he really must know something's up. That was a new trick too.

True to his character, he gives me a suspicious look and asks me again where I learned my new tricks, only this time he replaces `where' and `learn' with `who' and `taught'.

I just smile at him again and lean up to his ear as I say, “No one in particular, Yuki. Why? Did I do something you…liked?”

To accentuate my question I take his ear into my mouth and fuck it with my tongue. He leans into me for a second and then pulls away with a groan.

 

I purse my lips and pout because it seems he's getting out of the `mood'.

 

He looks me over once more before pulling me into his lap and giving me and hug. He rubs my back and nestles his head in the crook of my neck.

He mumbles something that I can't understand before leaning back and letting me slide off of his lap.

 

I know now that he is grateful and I have done my job correctly. I take a step back and put my hands behind myself as I just stare at him, contentedly. He turns and smiles at me before telling me that he really needs to finish writing before he can come and `tend' to me.

I accept this promise of things to come with a smile and I skip over to him so I can lean in and whisper “Happy birthday, Sweetheart,” lovingly into his ear.

 

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I know it's not very long, but I figured that since it was Yuki's birthday today, that he deserved to get something, at least sort of a something. This was the only way I could `gift' him, so I took what I could get!

 

Yuki: *reads story*

Shuichi: *reads story of Yuki's shoulder*

Me: Well guys? What do you think?

Yuki: *blush* well um it's…uh..um ..*mumble mumble*

Shuichil: *looks happy* Oh I am so naughty in this one!

Yuki: Hey Shu, just out of curiosity, where DID you learn those new tricks.

Shuichi: Uh..well….H-hiro taught me…

Yuki: What! When? Where? Hiro! Oh come on…

Shuichi: Well we have to have something to do on the tour bus for hours on end you know!

Yuki: Uh huh sure! That's a good excuse!

Shuichi: Well if it make you feel any better he taught Fujisake a thing or too as well!

Me: he he he!!! *enjoying this*

 

Lols! Anyway. Hope you enjoyed it!

Please R&R, I really like to hear form you guys!