Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ In My Life ❯ Something New ( Chapter 3 )

Word count inflating dribble: I have arrived at chapter 3! Are we all having fun?

Shuuichi: Yeah!

Eiri: ...“hooray”...

Spazz: That didn’t sound very convincing...well, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have some fun in this chapter, because you get to have sex!

Eiri: Finally!

Spazz: ...in a flashback.

Eiri: You cunt.

Spazz: Hey, no need to be so mean. Have a cigarette and calm down, you damn addict.

Shuuichi: Don’t insult my Yuki!

Spazz: *Sigh* Anyway, here are some realnotes for this chapter *gasp*: If you’re not familiar with Japanese yen, each one is roughly equivalent to an American penny, so 1,000 yen is about ten dollars, 5,000 is fifty, and 10,000 is one hundred.

Disclaimer, courtesy of Shuuichi: “Yuki is mine! Yuki is mine! Don’t you dare claim him as your own!”

Chapter completed: 2005.04.25

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In My Life

Chapter 3: Something New

Written by: Sailorspazz

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Food or cigarettes? The first thought that crossed Eiri’s mind after he and Shuuichi had landed in New York, gone through customs, and retrieved their luggage was whether he should be looking for a restaurant or a smoking area. In the end, his addiction to nicotine won out, and he soon found himself in an outdoor smoking area, filling his lungs with the comforting warm smoke he had been desperately craving for the past thirteen hours. Shuuichi, loyal as always, stood outside with him, even though doctors had told him it was bad for his vocal chords to be around smoke all the time. He didn’t seem to care if it meant he could be close to Eiri. The older man was both astounded by the stupidity and touched by the sweetness of his lover’s actions.

Since Eiri hadn’t seen any restaurants in the airport that looked appealing to him, he decided that he and Shuuichi should go check into their hotel first and look for a restaurant after that. The two men hailed a taxi and soon arrived at the ritzy hotel Eiri had reserved for their trip. The room was quite large, with a bed that looked mighty inviting to the lovers for whom it felt like it was the middle of the night, though in New York it was only midday. Eiri knew that taking a nap wouldn’t be particularly helpful in getting over their jetlag, though, and he was able to convince a whining Shuuichi that they needed to stay up until nighttime to properly adjust to the time change.

Since they were both fairly tired, it was mutually decided that the hotel restaurant would be sufficient, as neither felt like combing the streets to search for a place to eat. Soon after they were seated, Eiri felt the need for another cigarette. He’d discovered to his chagrin that smoking was no longer allowed even in bars and restaurants in New York, so he headed outside to indulge in the most addictive of his bad habits. He turned around when he noticed Shuuichi following him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna come stand outside with you.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want to spend as much time as possible with you while we have all this alone time together. I mean, I know we live together and all, but this is a special trip for just the two of us, you know? I love you, Yuki, and I just want to be close to you, that’s all.”

Eiri showed no sign that the younger man’s words had any effect on him as he casually lit his cigarette. “Just go back inside, Shuuichi. It’s not good for your voice to stand around in smoke all the time. Order me something if the waitress comes back.”

Shuuichi sighed but didn’t say anything as he trudged back inside the restaurant. ‘It’s for your own good,’ Eiri thought as he watched his lover’s retreating form. He knew it wasn’t his responsibility to look after Shuuichi’s health, but lately he had found himself feeling more and more concerned for the singer’s well being. He hadn’t stopped smoking around him completely--he smoked far too much for that to even be possible--but he had been trying to abstain in his lover’s presence as much as he could. It was one of his ways of showing his love, but it was apparently one that Shuuichi didn’t recognize. ‘Of course he wouldn’t, someone like him who’s so open about his feelings will only be satisfied with hearing the actual words.’ Even after two years together he was still rather astonished by the way Shuuichi could throw the words “I love you” around with hardly a thought about it in even the most mundane situations such as the conversation they had just had. Eiri had never once been able to say those words to anyone, though he had come very close on two occasions. The first time was when he almost said it to Yuki shortly before his rape; the other time was a couple of months earlier on the night of Eiri’s twenty-fourth birthday...

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Shuuichi was late. He knew the younger man hadn’t even wanted to go to work that day, and had whined and pleaded and begged to be given the day off, but thanks to his having slacked off on previous work days, Bad Luck was so far behind on their recording schedule that working on Eiri’s birthday had become unavoidable. Shuuichi spent hours crying and apologizing to him, which Eiri made no attempt to stem as he employed his usual reactions to his lover’s stupidity by telling him to shut up and die. Shuuichi said he would try to come home as early as possible, but it was already getting past the time when he usually arrived home. Where the hell could that brat be?

Since he had been unable to spend the day with his lover, Eiri had decided to spend the day doing something he rarely did anymore: relaxing at home by himself. He had even managed to convince Touma not to bug him that day--an enormous feat indeed--telling him that if he wanted to celebrate Eiri’s birthday they could always do something another day. Being left totally alone to do whatever he wanted for an entire day was something Eiri was no longer used to, and he wasn’t sure how to spend his time. He tried taking a long, relaxing bath, but he had become so accustomed to the racket Shuuichi usually caused that the total silence was disturbing to him. He tried watching some TV to get some noise in the apartment, but soon found that there wasn’t really anything he wanted to watch.

He managed to keep himself entertained for awhile as he did some “ego surfing” by looking up his own name on the Internet. Eiri was quite amused to find a page dedicated to pictures of himself sleeping that various women he’d slept with had taken of him with their cell phone cameras. He mentally noted that Shuuichi would have been quite happy to see that there hadn’t been a new entry to the page in over two years. The younger man had known that Eiri was still sleeping around when they first got together, and Eiri wasn’t sure whether his lover realized that he hadn’t slept with anyone else ever since Shuuichi had moved in with him. He hadn’t told him because he hadn’t wanted to encourage Shuuichi’s brazen tactics of getting him all to himself by letting him know that they had actually worked.

Eiri tried reading some message board topics about himself, but he quickly became bored with the inevitable pattern that occurred: one poster would bring up a book of his, a bunch of fangirls would praise it like it were the holy Mecca of literature, one person would come along and post a slight criticism about the book’s story or writing style, and all the sweet fangirls would turn into raging beasts and attack the renegade poster mercilessly with nearly unreadable spelling and grammar. Since he was at his computer anyway, Eiri decided to try doing a little work on his next book after he got tired of surfing the Internet. He had gotten in a couple of good solid hours of writing when he noticed that Shuuichi should be home but wasn’t yet.

As if on cue, Eiri heard the front door crashing open, indicating that his favorite idiot had finally made it home. The pink-haired man burst into Eiri’s office out of breath. “Sorry I’m late, Yuki,” he said between pants. “I had to pick up some stuff so we could celebrate your birthday properly.”

“Did you bring food?” After a disastrous experience the previous year when Shuuichi had attempted to make him dinner on his birthday, Eiri forbade him from ever cooking again, telling him that he had to buy any food he wanted to serve him.

“I brought some dessert,” he said, holding up a bag from a cake shop.

Eiri set his glasses on the desk and got up from his chair. “Sounds good to me.”

Shuuichi pulled a box from the plastic bag and placed it on the table as Eiri took a seat. He opened the box to reveal a multi-layered strawberry shortcake. The older man was impressed; strawberries weren’t exactly in season during late February, so he knew his lover must have gone to a lot of effort to find his favorite dessert for him.

“Oh, no!” Shuuichi suddenly burst out.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was gonna buy candles to put on top, but I forgot!”

Eiri pulled out a cigarette from the pack lying on the table, lit it, and stuck it into the whipped cream on top of the shortcake. “There. Ain’t that festive,” he observed in monotone.

“Yuki! That’s gross! You’re gonna get ashes all over it!”

“So? I don’t care.”

“Well, I do.”

“Who says you get any?”

Shuuichi’s eyes grew impossibly large and dewy. Eiri sighed and pulled a strawberry from the top. “Here, you can have this.”

The younger man gave him a flirtatious look. “Why don’t we both eat it?” he said, sticking the larger end of the small red fruit into his mouth. Eiri leaned toward him and placed his mouth over the other end of the fruit, putting his teeth as close as possible to Shuuichi’s lips without actually touching him and bit off a large chunk of the strawberry. “Waaah, Yuki, that’s not how you’re supposed to do it! Haven’t you ever seen a romantic movie before? We’re supposed to start kissing and stuff when you try to eat the strawberry and get juices on each other as we eat it and it’s supposed to be all sexy!”

“Who would want to do that with you?”

Shuuichi pouted. “You’re the most unromantic person I’ve ever met. And you call yourself a romance novelist!”

“Hn.”

Shuuichi looked back to the shortcake. “Why don’t you blow out your ‘candle’ now. It’s starting to burn down.”

The blonde blew on the lighted cigarette, causing the embers to flutter, and pulled it from the shortcake, tasting the sweetness of the whipped cream as he took a drag from it. He handed a fork to Shuuichi. “Here. You can have some.”

Shuuichi’s face lit up in an adorable smile and the two of them peacefully ate the shortcake together until they were scraping the last bits of whipped cream from the bottom of the box.

“That was good. Thanks, Shuuichi.”

The singer was shocked (in a good way) by those words. Eiri never usually thanked him for anything. “I’m glad you liked it.” Shuuichi paused and said his next words with a touch of shyness. “Say, Yuki, are you done working for the night?”

Eiri leaned back in his chair. “Well, I was planning on finishing up the chapter I’ve been working on by the end of the night. Why?”

“I have a birthday present for you, but...” Shuuichi eyed one of the bags he had brought home as a blush spread across his face. “...but it might take awhile to give to you, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t have anything else to do before I let you have it.”

The older man raised an eyebrow. Something that would take awhile to give to him? Obviously Shuuichi had done something more elaborate than pick up a random trinket for him at a store. “I should probably be done writing in about an hour, so I guess you can come check on me then,” Eiri said as he got up from the dining room table and headed back to his office.

The novelist found himself on a roll again soon after he began typing. He spent most of his time writing a graphic love scene, leaving him feeling pretty frisky when he was done. Of course, like most of his stories, this one ended in tragedy when one of the lovers ended up shooting the other soon after their wild romp. He occasionally wrote happy endings just to keep his readers guessing, but for the most part he preferred to end his stories darkly. Even though he was much happier than he had been before he met Shuuichi, tragic endings still felt more natural to him.

He heard a knock at the door. “Yuki, are you done writing?”

Eiri turned his desk chair around as he removed his reading glasses. “Yeah, I just got done now, so...” The blonde nearly dropped his glasses on the floor as he caught sight of his lover. “Wha...what the hell are you wearing?”

The younger man was decked out head to toe in leather, including a tasseled vest, chaps, a thong, and a cowboy hat. “This is your birthday present,” Shuuichi said in a low, husky tone.

“My present is cosplay? How is something that I already see more than I want to a gift?” Eiri eyed his lover up and down. “What are you supposed to be, anyway? A faggoty cowboy?”

Shuuichi chuckled softly. “No. Actually, I’m a stripper. I thought I’d give a performance for a very special customer on his birthday.”

Eiri raised an eyebrow. Seeing as how Shuuichi wasn’t particularly great in bed, he was quite dubious about how the young man would perform as a stripper. Still, he was curious to see how this gift would turn out...and he did look damn sexy in that outfit. “Well, you have my attention. Let’s see it.”

Shuuichi took the stereo he had been carrying and plugged it into the wall socket. Eiri had to snicker when he heard the music his lover had picked out. Only Shuuichi would have thought of stripping to Nittle Grasper. The younger man began to move and gyrate to the rhythm, and Eiri was slightly impressed since he actually looked like he knew what he was doing. Shuuichi was certainly getting the desired effect out of Eiri, as he could tell from the bulge forming in his pants. Shuuichi meandered behind his lover’s chair, reaching over him and undoing a couple of the buttons on his shirt.

“Hey, aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be stripping? You haven’t even taken anything off yet, and now you’re trying to undress me.”

The pink-haired man giggled. “Well, a little audience participation is always fun.” He pressed his mouth against Eiri’s ear and whispered to him, “And, just so you know, strippers are more likely to take of their clothes if you cough up some cash, Mr. Customer.” He removed the cowboy hat and placed it atop Eiri’s head as he sashayed back in front of him again.

Eiri grumbled as he pulled out his wallet. “Greedy little slut.” He removed a 1,000 yen bill and tossed it on the floor by his feet. “Here. Why don’t you show me something interesting now?”

Shuuichi got down on all fours and crawled toward Eiri, picking up the bill with his teeth and then putting it into the waistband of his thong. He stood up in front of his lover and slowly removed his vest. Eiri reached for him to try to grope his newly bared chest, but Shuuichi playfully slapped his hands away. “No touching.”

“What the hell? You were just touching me a minute ago.”

“Silly. Don’t you know the rules? A stripper can touch you, but you can’t touch a stripper. Unless, of course, you’re giving the stripper money.” Shuuichi began to shake and sway again as Eiri pulled out another 1,000 yen. He had trouble inserting it into the straps of the younger man’s thong with all the gyrating Shuuichi was doing and gave him a hard smack on the ass.

“Hold still, you little whore.”

Shuuichi turned around and glared at Eiri with playful mock anger. “What did I just tell you about touching me, Mr. Customer? You’re so naughty! I’ll have you know that naughty customers are severely punished. This is the last time I’ll warn you about your behavior.”

“Fine, fine, be a bitch.”

“And I have a name, you know.”

“I don’t care. To me you’re nothing but a whore, a bitch, and a slut, so that’s what I’m going to call you.”

“As you wish, Mr. Customer.” Shuuichi began to remove his chaps with great meticulousness and was soon left wearing only his thong. He continued to dance around suggestively as Eiri watched with rapt attention.

“So, you got some sob story attached to your choice of profession? Are you stripping your way through college? Or do you have a sick mother who desperately needs money for her cancer treatment?”

Shuuichi smirked and came closer to Eiri. “No, I just do it because I really get off on the idea of other people getting all horny from watching me.” He placed his hand on the obvious protuberance in his lover’s pants. “Seeing guys get all hard for me is such a turn on,” he whispered, his face mere centimeters away from Eiri’s own.

“So you’re an exhibitionist, huh?” The blonde wrapped his arms around the younger man and pulled him closer. “Exactly how much of an exhibitionist are you?”

Shuuichi feigned an aghast expression and extracted himself from Eiri’s arms. “Didn’t I say I wouldn’t give you any more warnings about touching me? Now you have to be punished.”

Eiri stared back at him with lust-filled eyes. “Do your worst.”

Shuuichi looked at his lover with a smirk. Eiri was obviously expecting the punishment to be something sexual, but he wasn’t going to let him off that easily. “All right then, since you can’t seem to keep your hands off me, I’m going to allow you to touch me...for a price. From now on, it will cost you 1,000 yen for me to touch you, 5,000 for you to touch me in a nonsexual way, and 10,000 for you to touch me in any way you want. How does that sound?”

“A thousand for you to touch me? But you’ve been touching me for free this whole time.”

“Well, maybe you should have followed the rules, Mr. Customer.”

“Hn. All right, just to clarify, what exactly qualifies as ‘nonsexual’ touching?”

“It means you can touch me anywhere except my ass and my dick.”

“Well, then, why don’t we get started on this new little system?” Eiri gave Shuuichi 1,000 yen, and the younger man reached forward and undid one of the other man’s shirt buttons. “That’s it? You didn’t even touch me, you just touched my clothing!”

“If you hadn’t been naughty in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Damn whore.” Eiri looked down and noticed he still had two buttons remaining. Shuuichi would probably go for those on his next two touches, so Eiri gave him 3,000 yen to ensure that Shuuichi would touch some other part of him at least once.

As predicted, Shuuichi first undid one of the remaining shirt buttons. “One.” He then went after the remaining button. “Two.” He took a moment to admire the freshly bared torso before him and then poked his index finger against his lover’s stomach. “Three.”

Eiri flinched from the tickle and glared at Shuuichi. “What the hell is this? Aren’t you supposed to be touching me in a way that I’ll enjoy, rather than in a way that amuses you?”

“I don’t recall mentioning that as part of the rules.”

Eiri growled. “That’s it, you little bitch, apparently I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.” He slipped a 10,000 yen bill into Shuuichi’s thong. “Turn around. This is going to be so worth it.”

The pink-haired man obediently did as his lover said and let out a loud moan when Eiri’s hand met his backside with a sharp smack. The blonde smirked. Though Shuuichi often asked Eiri to be gentle with him, he knew the young man was a bit of a masochist at heart. “Now I’m going to give you another 1,000 to touch me, and unless you want me to have to resort to spanking you again, you’d better make it worth it.”

“Yes, Mr. Customer,” Shuuichi said breathlessly. He knocked the cowboy hat he had placed on Eiri’s head off to gain easier access to his face and locked his lips with those of his lover. He sustained the kiss for quite some time and looked into Eiri’s eyes when he finally broke it off. “Was that worth it?”

The older man smiled. “Definitely.” He pulled out 5,000 yen. “Now I’m going to touch you.” He grabbed Shuuichi around the waist and began to make a trail of kisses down his body, starting at his neck, then working his way down to his chest and stomach. Knowing it would cost him extra, he skipped the entire hip area and continued down his legs, finally stopping when he reached the younger man’s toes. Even though he was the one touching Shuuichi, Eiri found himself getting quite aroused as well. “Did you like that?”

The look on Shuuichi’s face showed that he had clearly enjoyed Eiri’s gentleness, but he still had a sly expression in his eyes. “You know, technically I could charge you 5,000 for every single kiss you just gave me.”

Eiri narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like your attitude, you little slut. Turn around, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson again.” He gave his lover another 5,000 yen bill.

“Hey, it costs 10,000 if you want to spank me.”

“Who said I was going to spank you? Just turn around like I told you.” Eiri slipped a finger into the waistband of Shuuichi’s thong, pulled it away from his skin, and released it quickly, causing it to snap sharply between the younger man’s ass cheeks, eliciting a loud yelp from the singer. All of Shuuichi’s squeals and moans whenever Eiri did something to him were serving as an incredible turn on for the blonde, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to hold off from throwing his lover to the ground and fucking the hell out of him.

Shuuichi looked at Eiri with a pout. “That was pushing the rules.”

“How so? I had to pay 1,000 yen for each shirt button you undid earlier, so it’s only fair that I can touch your clothes too, right? Can you blame me for being clever enough to find an alternative to spanking you that’s almost as much fun and only half the cost?”

Shuuichi sighed. “I guess not, Mr. Customer. I should have known that you would be as smart as you are sexy.” He gave Eiri a smile that somehow managed to look both innocent and lustful at the same time.

Eiri was quickly losing his resolve. He was not at all used to being aroused for such a long period of time without having sex. He needed to unleash his passion on Shuuichi, but his pride would not allow him to be the one to break down and ask for it. He wanted to get Shuuichi aroused to the point where he would cry out and beg Eiri to make love to him. “If I give you 15,000, can I touch you in two different ways at once?”

“Sure. What do you want to do to me?”

“First come sit on my lap.”

Shuuichi’s eyes lit up mischievously. “I do hope you realize that will cost you an extra 1,000.”

“Fine, I’ll give you 16,000, you money mongering whore. Just get over here.” Shuuichi complied and before he could say anything Eiri’s lips were smothering his, the other man’s skillful tongue forcefully entering his mouth. Eiri slipped one of his hands down the front of Shuuichi’s thong and began fondling his penis, more for the purpose of teasing than giving him pleasure. He just wanted to get his lover turned on enough that Shuuichi would be the one to bring up needing to have sex, not stimulate him so much that he would ejaculate all over his hand. He could hear the young man’s moans and feel him thrusting against his hand, which was only driving Eiri into even more of a tizzy. ‘Dammit, Shuuichi, how can you stand this? Just give up already!’ Shuuichi broke away from the kiss and Eiri searched his eyes for any sign that he was going to break character and plead with Eiri to have sex with him. However, all he saw was the same playful expression Shuuichi had been wearing ever since they had started their role-playing.

“Mmm, that was very nice, Mr. Customer. If you give me 2,000 yen, I could try touching you in a couple different ways at once, too.”

Eiri was already so horny he could barely stand it, and he knew that allowing Shuuichi to give him even more stimulation would only make things worse. Still, against his better judgment, he gave his lover the money.

Shuuichi turned on Eiri’s lap so he was straddling him. He moved like he was going to give Eiri a kiss, but instead he just nipped his lips and moved his mouth over to his lover’s ear, where he began to lick and nibble on the lobe. He brought his hands up to Eiri’s chest and started to play with his nipples, pinching, twisting, and caressing them expertly. ‘Shit.’ Shuuichi knew all of the most sensitive areas on his body, and he was currently stimulating two of them. It seemed he had figured out what Eiri had been trying to do to him before and was now returning the favor, only Shuuichi was actually succeeding. Eiri felt like he was going to explode. He inadvertently let out a moan, which seemed to greatly amuse his lover.

“Are you enjoying this, Mr. Customer?” a teasing voice whispered in his ear. Eiri didn’t answer since he wasn’t entirely sure he could do so without unleashing some sort of moan or groan that would further indicate how weak he currently was to Shuuichi’s charms. The younger man wrapped his arms around Eiri’s shoulders and stared at him with his gorgeous violet eyes. “Would you like me to give you a lap dance?”

Once again, he knew that accepting such an offer would only cause him to become even more unbearably aroused, but once again he was too curious to decline. “I bet this is gonna cost me. How much?”

“Only 10,000 per minute.”

“Only?” He scrounged up 10,000 yen from bills of varying sizes in his wallet. “Here, why don’t you get started with this? If I want to watch you for more than a minute, I’ll keep paying you.”

Shuuichi began to move to the music again, only now he was in much closer proximity than he had been when he first began stripping. Still, it was less stimulating than when he had been teasing Eiri only moments before, and Eiri found that he was beginning to calm down a bit as he watched the younger man move his body erotically in front of him. Shuuichi started to dance facing away from him, giving Eiri the nearly undeniable urge to spank his lover’s ass again. He decided against it since it seemed that he and not Shuuichi was the one most in danger of losing control, as he had nearly done so already. It was frankly hard to believe that the young man who had come the first time Eiri kissed him was now the one making Eiri nearly lose it.

Shuuichi moved closer to Eiri and straddled his lap facing away from him. He began to bounce up and down and move his hips back and forth sensually. ‘Dammit, just as I was gaining control of myself...’ Eiri’s mind began to feel hazy with lust again. This was getting to be too much. Shuuichi settled into a steady grind against Eiri, rubbing his ass vigorously against the other man’s crotch. ‘Shit shit shit...’

Without warning, Shuuichi found himself being pulled backward by his hair and having Eiri’s lips crushed desperately against his own. He could see the unadulterated longing in his lover’s amber eyes. “You know, this isn’t included in the fee of my lap dance,” Shuuichi said devilishly.

“Shut up,” Eiri growled, pulling tightly on Shuuichi’s hair. “Enough of this. When are we going to get down to business here?”

A soft giggle sounded from the young man in his arms. “If you’re inquiring about ‘extra services’, you can have them any time you want, as long as you’ve got the cash to pay for them.”

“Oh, hell no,” Eiri yanked on his lover’s hair again, evoking a moan from the younger man. “I’ve given you enough of my money already. You’re not getting one more yen from me. You know what’s going to happen? I’m going to fuck you all I want, and it’s gonna be so fucking good you’re going to want to pay me for it, got it?”

“As you wish, Mr. Customer.” Shuuichi extracted himself from the older man’s lap. “We have a room in the back where we can engage in ‘extra services’. Follow me.”

Eiri rose from his chair and gave Shuuichi a hard smack on the ass. “Lead the way, and don’t you dare dawdle.” He followed after his lover on the familiar path to their bedroom, his eyes hungrily eying Shuuichi’s backside the whole way. Shuuichi headed for the bed once they reached the room, but Eiri tackled him before he got there. “No, the bed’s too good for a whore like you. I’m going to take you on the floor like you deserve.”

With one swift motion he removed Shuuichi’s thong, sending all of the bills that had been stuffed into it fluttering to the floor. Meanwhile, Shuuichi pushed Eiri’s shirt off his shoulders and undid his the other man’s pants. It wasn’t long before both of them were naked on the floor, kissing passionately as their hands wildly roamed each other’s bodies. Eiri licked his fingers and moved them down between his lover’s splayed legs, slipping one of the digits inside him. “What the hell? You’re already so loose I could jam my whole fist up here!” Though the prospect sounded quite intriguing, there were other parts of Eiri’s body that were currently screaming out to be crammed inside Shuuichi. He scooted his body forward until he was sitting on his lover’s chest. “Lube me up, bitch,” he said, bending his erection down and inserting it into Shuuichi’s mouth.

Shuuichi obediently began to suck and lick his lover’s penis like it were a popsicle, moving his head back and forth slowly. Shuuichi’s blowjobs usually didn’t have much of an effect on Eiri, but in his heightened state of arousal even this was almost too much for him to handle. He soon pulled away and crawled backward until he was in a good position to enter Shuuichi. They both moaned loudly as Eiri slowly pushed his erection inside him. After a few establishing thrusts, he began to plunge into his lover deeper and faster.

“Oh, oh, Mr. Customer! I’m going to...ah!”

Eiri could tell not only from Shuuichi’s words but also from his body language that he wasn’t going to last long like this. Over the past two years he had become well aware of the signs that indicated when Shuuichi was close to coming, and he had come up with ways to delay that outcome. One of the most effective methods was to stop and switch positions. When he got to the point where it seemed like Shuuichi would be done in a few more seconds, he pulled out. “Turn over, slut.” The pink-haired man obediently flipped over onto his hands and knees and Eiri entered him from behind. Having sight of Shuuichi’s ass again, he couldn’t help but give his lover a few spanks as he rammed in and out of him. With each lust-filled cry, Shuuichi pushed backward against Eiri harder, forcing him deeper and deeper inside of himself with each thrust. Even after the spankings stopped, the younger man continued his moaning and grinding, driving Eiri up the wall with passion. He was surprised to realize that he felt like he was about to come too early, and had no choice but to cease his thrusting.

Shuuichi let out a whine when he felt Eiri stop and was about to ask why when he turned around and saw his lover, panting and sitting on his knees and looking slightly embarrassed, and realized what had happened. He crawled over to Eiri and straddled the older man’s lap, running his fingers gently through his hair. “What’s the matter, Mr. Customer?” Shuuichi inquired in a teasing tone of voice as he wrapped his arms about his lover’s shoulders. “Am I too much for you to handle?”

“Hn. A silly little whore like you could never be too much for me.”

“Oh, really?” Shuuichi positioned himself over his lover’s erection and pushed down until the older man was inside him once more. “Are you sure?” He began to slowly move back and forth, pushing his lover deeper inside himself with each movement.

Eiri had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. He still hadn’t calmed down from when he had almost climaxed moments before, and now Shuuichi was giving him even more stimulation. “I’m...positive,” he quickly spat out, barely managing to not let out a lustful groan in the process.

A playful giggle came from the younger man. “I guess we’ll see.” His movements sped up and he felt Eiri’s arms wrapping around him, forcing him down harder with each thrust.

Eiri’s breath quickened and his whole body stiffened as he released himself into his lover. He was amazed to see that Shuuichi was still bouncing up and down on his lap. For once, Eiri had actually been the first to reach orgasm. It wasn’t long before he felt his lover’s warm ejaculate splatter against his stomach, and for several long moments the room was silent save for the exhausted pants from the two lovers who were still enveloped tightly in each other’s arms. Eiri was the first to catch his breath. “I’ll...go get a towel.”

The two men cleaned themselves up and crawled into bed. Eiri lit up a cigarette and, for the first time in a very long while, exhaled the first puff of smoke with a sigh of utter satisfaction. Shuuichi snuggled up to him, a wicked grin on his face. “That...was awesome.”

“Yeah.” Eiri couldn’t help but notice the look of shock on Shuuichi’s face at his response. Usually when he thought the sex was good, Eiri would tell him that it had been bad, so he was surprised to hear that his lover agreed with him for once.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how you did it, Shuuichi, but you were really great for once.”

The pink-haired man wore an expression of child-like excitement. “Really? Really? How good was I, you know, like, in comparison to all the other people you’ve slept with?”

Eiri took a long drag from his cigarette. “Hmm, well, I guess I would put that on the list of my top five sexual experiences.” He smiled inadvertently when he saw Shuuichi’s joyful reaction to his statement. Just seeing his lover like this was enough to push him up to number one in his mind. After all, it was better to have someone he actually cared about at the top of his list rather than a random slut whose name he couldn’t even remember.

Shuuichi found himself absolutely captivated by the magnificent smile his lover was wearing. He looked so stunning when he smiled, and Shuuichi wished he would do it more often. “Is it legal to be so beautiful?”

“No. I’m wanted in five prefectures and two American states for excessive gorgeousness.”

The younger man couldn’t help but laugh out loud. One would think that the dry, sarcastic tone Eiri used to tell jokes would clash with his beautiful smiling expression, but for Shuuichi the combination was irresistible. “Happy birthday, Yuki. I love you.”

He almost said it back. He came so close. His mouth opened, the words were in his head...and then Kitazawa Yuki appeared in his mind, his image cruelly mocking him. He remembered the last words he had said before he died: ‘Weren’t you going to say earlier that you lo-’ He had almost told Yuki that he loved him, only to be betrayed by him soon after. Now whenever he thought about his feelings for Shuuichi, that man was in his head, ridiculing him over and over with the sentence he never finished because Eiri had shot him before he could. The confusion that reigned in his head whenever he thought about how much he cared for Shuuichi had led to him often equating the younger man with Yuki in his mind. It certainly wasn’t fair for him to think of his young lover as a replacement for the man he had killed, but even now he was suffering emotional damage from that incident, and thinking of them as the same person was somewhat of a comfort.

Being unable to answer Shuuichi in the way he wanted, Eiri snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray by the bed and laid his head against the younger man’s chest. It pained him to hear a disappointed sigh from his lover. Shuuichi wanted to hear those words from him so much, and Eiri wished he was able to say them, but his feelings were too mixed up for him to be able to say that he loved him and really know that he was talking to Shuuichi, not Kitazawa Yuki.

“Goodnight, Yuki.”

“Goodnight.”

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Spazz: Once again, I’m cutting off in the middle of a flashback because it’s too lengthy to cram into one chapter. Yeah, it may seem like this one is over, but it really isn’t yet, since Yuki-sama also remembers some stuff about what happens the next morning. At the length this chapter has reached already, I decided to just stop at this point and write the rest of it later, since I’m trying to keep chapters in the 5,000-7,000 word range, and continuing would have pushed it way over the top. But anyway, I found this chapter to be fun to write. I’d forgotten how entertaining it can be to write sex scenes ^_^ Hopefully it was entertaining to read, as well.

Eiri: Maybe it would be more entertaining if it were more realistic. I mean, Shuuichi being good in bed? Come on.

Shuuichi: You bastard! Hmph, see if you get any from me tonight!

Eiri: Oh, I’ll get some right now *goes to work seducing Shuuichi...quite successfully*

Spazz: o_O Wow, it’s getting hot in here. While I sit here and watch some hot man sex, you all remember to review, mmmkay? See you next time!