Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Iridescent Fates ❯ Everything to Me ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 
 
 
Iridescent Fates
 
 
Chapter 6 Everything To Me
 
 
“Mmmmm…come on I gotta…mmmmm” Was what Shuichi's conversation had consisted of for the past half hour. Really who knew Yuki liked morning sex so much? Shuichi was more than happy to oblige him the first time, but after the third time he was now 45 minutes late for practice, and couldn't seem to get his lips unlocked with his lover's. It had been almost a month since he had moved in with Yuki, and in that time he had been bitched at by K and Tohma for his tardiness more times than he cared to remember.
 
Gasping for breath, Shuichi turned his head to the side, noticing how their once innocent kissing had turned more naughty as Yuki gripped his ass and began to once more spread his cheeks. “We'll just tell Tohma that I called you over for some changes in the script…it'll be fine.”
 
Shuichi turned his head back to the front, connecting with his lover's as he began to give in. “Yeah, but what happens when there are no changes to the script? People will get suspicious.” As he said this he ran his hands down the novelist's chest taking great care in leaning down and kissing a reddening hicky that he had made earlier that morning.
 
The pink haired actor let a cry escape his throat as Eiri rubbed both of their arousals together, positioning himself right outside of his lover's entrance. “Well then I guess I'm just going to have to inspire you to come up with a chance, won't I?”
 
Yuki let a hiss of pleasure escape his throat as he grabbed onto Shuichi's hips, lowering him down upon his member so that he was fully sheathed around him. The pink haired boy cried out at the intrusion, stretching his back into a perfect arch as he adjusted to having the blond inside of him.
 
Violet eyes rolled to the back of his head as he placed his arms behind him on both sides of Eiri's hips as the writer's came to rest on his own. “Oh god Yuki…” Shuichi moaned as the blond pushed himself even deeper inside and began to slightly rock his hips.
 
Leaning forward, Yuki placed kiss after kiss on his lover's neck as he raised him up before slamming him right back down again. Shuichi cried out in pain, but as Yuki continued his pain became anything but. In this past month he had been with the writer so many times that he knew exactly what pleased him…He knew exactly where to touch him to send his blood boiling, and as such with his next couple thrust he made sure to hit that spot deep inside of him that made him see stars.
 
As their bodies continued to rock, Yuki grabbed his brat's head and pulled his mouth to his own, connecting them in yet another way. Shuichi could do nothing but give in to the blond's every whim and desire, because honestly when it got to times like this he was his lover's slave.
 
The more and more they rocked together the closer Shuichi came to seeing bliss. “Yuki…harder…YUKI!” Shuichi screamed as he was slammed down once again, and this time the actor saw white. He threw his head back as his seed spilled between both their stomachs, riding his orgasm out to the fullest until the blond gave a cry and followed.
 
Thoroughly exhausted, Shuichi collapsed on top of the novelist, sighing in content by how his hair was gently stroked. He'd hear hell for this from everybody at the playhouse he was sure, but for the time being he couldn't bring himself together. When Yuki doted on him like this it really was the closest to heaven that he could imagine. Reaching up, Yuki fingered the ear he had pierced himself, and twisted the diamond that Shuichi hadn't even thought of removing since it was placed there. It was the only present Eiri had ever given him, and he treasured it above everything except his lover himself.
 
He cherished these moments where Eiri pampered him like this, because besides when they were having sex he hardly ever saw the writer. It only seemed that the blond wanted to be around him when he had his dick jammed up inside him. Any other time the writer was just yelling at him to leave him the hell alone and calling him an annoying brat.
 
Sitting up, Shuichi stared down at the love of his life, and smiled serenely by how his hair lay strewn around his head almost like a halo. “You're an angel you know that?”
 
The blond scoffed, reaching out to run his hand through increasingly long pink locks. “Well I haven't heard anyone call me an angel since I was like six…normally it's just bastard or asshole.” Shuichi laughed, leaning further into the touches he was receiving.
 
“Well don't get my wrong…you are those, but you have your sweet moments as well.” Once again scoffing, Yuki turned his head to the side, seemingly embarrassed that anyone would ever refer to him as sweet.
 
They remained like that for several moments, still combined and just sitting there in silence, and stayed that way until Shuichi pulled himself up so that Eiri withdrew from him. Though once such an act was accomplished, he still remained sitting atop the blond's hips.
 
“So have you thought of something to put into the play?” Eiri asked after a few minutes. “And keep in mind that I know how little talent you have in you, so what you think of has to not suck.”
 
Shuichi bristled like a cat on top of him. Why was it that the novelist always felt the need to insult him when they were actually having a nice civil time? He'd recommend therapy, but the truth was he probably needed it equally as bad so he couldn't judge, besides Yuki would probably kill him if he even suggested it.
 
The truth of the matter was though in high school he did have delusions of being a full time singer…he had actually managed to write some crappy lyrics. He hadn't thought about those lyrics for some time, but as he stared down at his love that worthless talent as his sister had called it was coming back to him.
 
Never knew…” He started to sing, but as Eiri's golden eyes snapped to his he couldn't keep focus, and trailed off. “I'm sorry that was stupid…it was just a song I've been kind of working on in my head for awhile.”
 
Yuki stared thoughtfully up at him for quite some time, before leaning forward and giving him a gentle kiss. “Continue…”
 
Taking a deep breath, Shuichi connected violet eyes with gold and continued a song he reserved in his heart only for Eiri. “Never knew I could feel like this…Like I've never seen the sky before.” He tilted his head to the side, giving his love a smile. “I want to vanish inside your kiss…” He leaned down to lay a small kiss on Eiri's mouth, but the blond didn't even bother responding. No, it seemed he was much too focused on what his lover atop him was doing to even think of anything else…Shuichi had never felt happier. “Everyday I love you more and more.” He threw his arms down beside him, raising them up as he raised his voice. “Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything!” His hands dropped down to his side as he leaned down so that their faces were just inches apart. “Seasons may change, winter to spring…” Laying one more kiss on silky lips Shuichi finished his lyrics. “But I love you…until the end of time.
 
Shuichi blushed a deep scarlet as he finished, and as he did he couldn't seem to look Eiri in the face anymore. Looking to a painting of two bunny rabbits in a field that Shuichi had made Yuki buy, he tried to play off the romanticism on his normal ditsiness. “Those probably suck don't they? You're probably mad now, aren't you?” Knowing how his lover was going to retreat back into his cold mean shell any minute, Shuichi tried to save this before he ended up getting yelled at. “I'm going to go take a shower and try to get a practice…I can only imagine how many people want to hurt me right now.”
 
He made a move to get off Eiri's lap, but was stopped by two hands on his hips. Hesitantly he looked down at Eiri who was still giving that unreadable expression. “You did good brat...those lyrics didn't suck.”
 
A face splitting grin covered Shuichi's face, and he leaned down placing kisses on every bit of face that he could get a hold of. “Thank you…thank you…thank you!” He knew that that right there was just about the best compliment he was ever going to receive from the foul tempered writer.
 
Feeling quite a bit feisty, Shuichi leaned down, nipping Eiri's ear and listening to the strangled moan such an action caused. Before said action could have results that caused him to never leave the bed today, the actor jumped up and began to rush out of the room, calling over his shoulder to his no doubt irate lover. “Thanks sweetie, but I gotta go take a shower now or I'm gonna get skinned by Mr. Seguchi!”
 
He snickered as he heard. “YOU BRAT!” Being yelled from the bedroom, and quickly turned on the spray of water and jumped in. He could already tell that this was going to be a fun day.
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After being over two hours late for practice, people didn't tend to treat you very nicely when you finally did show up, as a matter of fact they tended to be down right hostel. Which you know he would say that they shouldn't have such long practices, and he did, but then he just got yelled at because they said there was no point in practicing without the lead. He also wanted to scream that it wasn't his fault…it was his voracious lover that never seemed to get enough of him…Shuichi blushed to himself at just the thought…well he couldn't very well say that either. So what was he?...screwed!
 
And not proper screwed either…no he was fucked in a way he didn't even think possible. The cast had gotten over the whole him being late thing, because they had arranged something far more torturous for him than just angry glares and hisses. No, they had come up with an ingenius way to get him back while they waited for hours for him to get there…they decided that they were going to dress him up like a girl!
 
Apparently photo shoots for the play were in a few days, and they needed to know if he would be a convincing lead female. They did after all need male support for the play, and it was doubtful that many men would come if they knew the lead actress was really a guy in a dress, and so they wanted a test run to see how many people they could fool.
 
Needless to say, Shuichi was not happy about. In fact he was so unhappy about it that he'd been pouting since the moment he had gotten there and learned of such a ridiculous plan. He had taken this part to get recognition, and if things kept going the way they were going the only thing he was going to recognized as was a girl!
 
“Shuichi stop with the mopey face...you're not going to get out of this you know.” Tatsuha mocked, and the pink haired boy turned to glare daggers at his friend who seemed to be lapping this up.
 
“I don't see you being stuck into a dress!” Before Tatsu had a chance to respond, Hiro handed him a handful of outfits that kept him distracted.
 
“Yeah, but then again Tatsuha isn't playing a woman either. Maybe you should talk to Mr. Yuki about all of this…He is the one that handpicked you after all.” Shuichi blushed a deep scarlet and quickly looked away, not at all wanting to think about that subject. He really had had every intention of killing the suave blond for doing that to him, but then he had been all sweet and had let him crash at his house for free, and so he couldn't bring himself to yell. Though that didn't mean that he still wasn't hella pissed at that bastard for intentionally doing this to him just for shits and giggles.
 
Tatsuha scoffed. “Yeah something tells me that when he talks to bro there isn't much talking involved…” He elbowed the pink haired actor in the ribs in jest. “Isn't that right Shu?”
 
Shuichi glared…hard. “You're such a dick!” Tatsuha waved a finger as Hiro grabbed out a frilly pink dress.
 
“Now is that anyway for a lady to talk?” If he could kill Tatsuha right now he'd die a happy man.
 
Hiroshi held up the pink frilly abomination that he had grabbed out of the pile, showing to his friend probably the most hideous sight he had ever seen in his life. “I think you should go with this one Shu…it'll really accentuate your hair.”
 
Ignoring the fact that Hiroshi had just said something as incredibly gay as that dress would accentuate his hair, Shuichi focused on more important matters. Those matters being the fact that he was going to have to dress up like a girl! Tears of anguish began leaking from his eyes as his knees gave way under him and he sat in a pile of his own tears of pity.
 
“This isn't fair!” He sobbed. “I don't wanna dress up in drag! I wanted to play Christian CHRISTIAN!!” He tried to cover the fact that he really had come to love his part since he had gotten it. He couldn't let them know that though…He was making a point god dammit!
 
He had expected some grumblings about him being a baby from Hiro, or hell maybe even some hidden `I get to touch you' sympathy from Tatsu, but he didn't receive either. No, what he received was a kick in the face that sent him spiraling backwards in a roll until he crashed against the wall.
 
Removing the veil of pink that had fallen into his face from his upside position on the wall, Shuichi was about to bitch out whoever would actually have the stones to kick him so blatantly in the face. He tilted his head to the side as he saw shimmering golden hair in the fluorescent stage lights, and that was when it dawned on him just who had the balls to kick him in the face.
 
“You were giving a golden opportunity Shindou, one that doesn't come around everyday…so stop bitching about it!” His lover growled. “Just because you were handpicked to be Satine, doesn't mean that if you hadn't have been you would have gotten the role of Christian. I guarantee you Sakuma had the roll before casting even began.”
 
Shuichi's jaw dropped a little at that, and for the first time he realized that Eiri was exactly right. There was no way he was going to get the part of Christian over Ryuichi. He had been angry at his lover, when really he should be groveling at his feet. He had assured him a lead, and yes it might not have been the one he wanted, but this would still give him more recognition than any secondary role would ever give him.
 
His feet fell down from the wall, and he rolled over so that he was facing the writer. All of his recent excitement was gone, and now he was no better than a deflated balloon. “You're right Yuki…I don't deserve what I have…I'm sorry.”
 
Silence reigned in the room, before the bond gave a scoff of disgust before reaching into his jacket to no doubt grab for a cigarette like he always did when he didn't know what to say. He scoff did seem to break the silence, for Tatsuha leaned down to the moping puddle of goo, poking him in his unresponsive side.
 
“Geez bro…you didn't have to say that you know…you made him go all sad and depressing…I hate sad and depressing Shuichi!” Tatsuha huffed. “It's bad enough that you get him in all the really good moments, but now you have to make him go like this at practice…and speaking of that, what are you doing here anyways?”
 
Giving his brother a cold look, Yuki lit up and took a drag. “How is it my fault that that damn brat turns on the waterworks at every little moment?” Smirking evilly, Yuki blew the smoke right in Tatsuha's direction. “And as to why I'm here…I am the writer, and it just so happens I have a major script change that I have to discuss with Seguchi.”
 
The actor's ears perked at that, and Shuichi transformed from his puddle of goo back into his normal form as he jumped up from his place on the floor to question his secret lover about what he had just said.
 
“You changed the script? What did you change? How much did you change?” He jumped from side to side as his excitement rang through. “Do I have to do something different…Did you add a song…Tell me…Tell me!” He was pretty much bouncing like a ping-pong ball back and forth as he tried to have Eiri confirm his suspicions on just what that change was.
 
Sadly he was never given an answer, the only response the cool blond gave him was a smack on the head that sent him flying face first into the pavement. “Would you shut the hell up? Why should I tell you? You can find out like everyone else.”
 
“Oh Eiri you shouldn't get so cranky, Mr. Shindou here is just having a few problems with what he has to do today.” Oh…God…No. Shuichi closed his eyes as he prayed to whoever was listening that Tohma didn't mention just what it was he was dreading doing.
 
Golden eyes flickered over to him as he got back to his feet, but he didn't say a word, only instead turning once more back to Tohma. “I have script changes I need to discuss with you.”
 
Tohma gave Yuki a smile, and Shuichi practically growled by the way he was staring so deep into his lover's eyes. “That's wonderful Eiri. Why don't we discuss it over lunch…we could use another pair of eyes on Mr. Shindou here.”
 
Shuichi winced, wishing he could just crawl into a hole and die right then and there. He was screwed…not only did he have to dress like a girl, but he had to do it in front of his lover. Well he had one hope left…He could always hope that Eiri was his assholish self and just plain refused
 
He could feel the blond's eyes on him as he took in what he had just heard. “As wonderful as that sounds…” Yuki muttered with fake sincerity. “I must regretfully decline.”
 
A huge smile covered Shuichi's face, and he really could cover his standoffish lover in kisses right now. It was like he could read his mind or something…they were so perfect for each other! The pink haired boy was flouting on a cloud, but sadly Tohma managed to pop his cloud midair.
 
“Are you sure? That's too bad…You being such a ladies man I really did want your opinion on if Mr. Shindou passed as a decent woman, but if you're too busy than you can just leave the script changes in my office and I look at them later.”
 
“You're going to dress him in drag?” Yuki asked nonchalantly, though Shuichi could hear the amusement in his voice. Shrugging, Eiri looked up to the different actors in the room. “Well I suppose if it's for the good of the play I'll have to go along with it.”
 
Oh. That. Bastard. Shuichi didn't even try to hide the death glare he was giving his lover at that. There was no possible way he was getting out of this, and now he had to do it in front of Yuki! There was no way this day could get any worse. …That is until Eiri once more opened his mouth. “And I know exactly what he should wear.” Walking over to where Hiro stood with his humongous pile of clothes, the blond grabbed out a tiny black dress that had slits up both sides and couldn't possibly go lower than his thighs. Once he had that outrageous choice in hand he tossed in at Shuichi's face. “Here princess now go get your make-up on…you'll need a lot if we're going to try pass you off as an even half decent looking chick.” Catching the dress, Shuichi seethed as he marched off to his dressing room. He really didn't see how this day could get any worse.
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Yuki watched with heavy lidded eyes as Shuichi emerged from the dressing room, and he really could hardly even recognize the loud annoying brat he had been inside only hours ago. If Tohma wanted a girl, well then he had one. Maybe he was a little biased because he was sleeping with him, but Shuichi put some of the models out there to shame. Though he supposed he wouldn't be all that biased seeing as how he'd fucked quite a few models in his day as well.
 
The pink haired actor emerged from the dressing room oozing with insecurity, though Eiri could honestly not guess why. He had never for once had a problem with Shuichi being a guy, but he had to say that he had never seen his lover look more beautiful. The dress clung to him like a second, tightening around his slim body. He noticed, with some amusement, that they also had put what appeared to a water bra on him, giving him a low B cup. His hair, which Shuichi had insisted on growing out for the play was already down to his chin, and had been parted to the side so that it covered almost half its face. Ayaka had done his make-up in a smoky hue, making his violet eyes stand out even more. He scoffed. There was just something wrong about the fact that his fiancé was dressing his secret lover up in drag. Though he had to admit that he had finally found a use for the girl. At least she did one thing well.
 
“Shuichi!” Oh. No…not him. Of all the people he had come to detest, Ryuichi Sakuma was near the top of the list. There was just something not right about a 30 year old that acted like he was five. “You're so pretty! Can I be your boyfriend?” The brunette laughed, before scooping his newly transformed lover into his arms and spinning. Golden eyes narrowed dangerously.
 
It was bad enough that the half retarded brat had actually grabbed on to his drag sporting boy toy, but said boy toy had the audacity to blush like a school girl, and cling to the person who's arms he was in. It's not that he was jealous. There really was no reason for him to be jealous. Shuichi was his, and he damn well knew it. Though really he supposed everyone could always use a little reminder.
 
Casually walking over, Eiri not so subtly gave his lover the up and down, and while still being smothered by the brown haired moron who was sticking a pink rabbit on his head, Shuichi blushed for entirely different reasons. Pulling away from the embrace, Shuichi hugged that stupid pink rabbit to him, never once attempting to look up into the eyes that were transfixed on him. That was what he loved about his actor…the boy could be brought to shivers by a mere look.
 
“Do I pass?” Shuichi asked, full of the timid shyness that he always showed.
 
Giving him a smirk, the blond raised a suggestive eyebrow, evaluating his lover once again and making him turn an even deeper red. “Well let's just say this much, if I were drunk enough I might be stupid enough to think you were a girl and fuck you.”
 
The pink haired actor bristled in anger, and it sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. Shuichi always called him a sadistic bastard, and he supposed it must be true, because he saw the fire in those violet eyes and he just knew how good the make up sex was going to be later and suddenly it was all worth it.
 
The only bad thing was was that Shuichi was very irrational when he was angry, and when that happened he tended to be very stupid. Fortunately Seguchi managed to make his appearance before the actor could open his mouth and say something he'd more than likely regret.
 
“Well I have to say Mr. Shindou you do clean up rather nicely.” Smiling in embarrassment at the compliment, Shuichi pulled down his tiny dress, trying to hide every bit of skin he could.
 
“Umm thanks I guess…so what's the plan?” Shuichi asked, still not being able to look anyone in the eye while he leaned against Sakuma. Seeing as who they were around, the blond tried his hardest not too get to pissed off by that fact.
 
Tohma smiled at the pair, obviously assuming that the two idiots were more than just friends. Though Yuki would have to admit that they acted that way most of the time. It probably wasn't helping the fact that their on stage chemistry was overwhelming. If Eiri weren't actually fucking the boy every night he would think they were screwing as well.
 
“The plan? Well I suppose we could go out to lunch and see just how the public's reaction is to you…and spread some propaganda as well.” Shuichi raised an eyebrow at that, obviously confused as two what Tohma meant by that, but Eiri wasn't. He had been around his brother-in-law so long that he knew just how the bastard's mind worked. He knew every angle he used, and just how sneaky he could be.
 
“He means he's going to use you to full the drive for the show.” At the still blank look he received from his lover, the novelist decided to elaborate. “He's going to have you and Sakuma act like a couple to hype up the show.” He turned to glare at the producer. “Everyone loves an on stage romance, isn't that right Seguchi?”
 
The thing that got him was that he knew exactly how Tohma's mind worked, and yet he agreed to go out on this lunch date anyways. Why, you ask, would he actually agree to watch his lover flirt with another man for hours? The answer to that question he supposed was that he really was just a sucker for punishment, and it seemed it would be Shuichi this time that inflicted the damage.
 
It figured as much. He knew that it couldn't be too long before the pink haired brat that had invaded every aspect of his life drove a stake into his heart. Everyone who got close to him ended up hurting him in some way, and that's the main reason he had never let anyone get close, and yet he had let this mooching spoiled little actor brat get way closer than anyone ever had before. You think he would have learned his lesson by now, but it seemed he was doomed to repeat his mistakes.
 
Though even back when he was a kid no one had ever drove themselves as deep as this. The weight of a newly typed script burned deep in his pocket, practically weighing down his jacket as well as his mind. The song that Shuichi had sung to him this morning still festered in his head, refusing to go away…refusing to give him even a moment's peace. Shuichi was his hell, and it seemed his torture would only continue.
 
Scowling, Yuki motioned to the door. “Well if we're going to do this then why don't we go.” He mumbled gruffly as he headed to the door where the rest of the cast stood waiting. He could only imagine how hellish this entire experience was going to be.
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A/N- Alright I know this was a short chapter and it took a while to get out, but bear with me…I'm been super busy with work and school and the like…but yeah so next chappie should be very exciting we get to see jealous Eiri…it'll be great. This story, as will all of my stories, be on hold until after Halloween because I'm writing a horror story and I need to have all of attention on it to get it done before the 31st and so yeah don't hate me too bad I promise numerous updates after October. Thank you for reading, and please review!