Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Smooth Vanilla ❯ Smooth Vanilla ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer: I really don't see the point of these disclaimers, but if you lawyer people's insist. I honestly don't own Gravitation, Yu Yu Hakusho, Rurouni Kenshin, Fruits Basket, Nightwalker, or any other anime series. Really. I don't.

Summary: Wow. I gotta tell ya, it's about time that I started writing fics for an anime series other than Yu Yu Hakusho. And just to warn you, the title of this fic has absolutely nothing to do with the plot. I was trying to figure out what a good title and then my playlist started playing Vanilla by Gackt and the idea just hit me. And now for the standard warnings, even though it's kinda obvious, seeing as Gravitation is a shonen ai series. This story is a LEMON fic. In other words, it contains graphic sex scenes that may be inappropriate for some audiences. Also, this is a yaoi lemon, in other words boys are having fun with each other instead of a boy and a girl having fun. Ok, now that all that's over, I hope you all enjoy my humble Gravi lemon fic, and please read and review with your thoughts. All feedback is greatly loved, as this is my first attempt at a Gravitation fic. ^_~ hope you like it!

Hiro winced painfully as the sharp cord's notes rang through the otherwise silent studio. The red haired guitarist groaned in frustration. `Why can't I EVER get this cord right?! I've been working on it for the past fifty years, and it still sounds like crap! AT this rate I'll never get back to my apartment before midnight,' he thought bitterly.

Looking up at the clock on the wall to his right, Hiro saw that it was 8:30. `Great. I've been here two and a half hours later than everyone else. I mean, even Suguru left at 7, and that guy practically lives here. This is just plain sad,' he grumbled in his thoughts as he attempted once again to perfect the sour cord.

Half an hour later, Hiro roughly pushed his guitar into its black cloth case. `I give up. I'll just work on it more tomorrow when I've had a good night's sleep.' Slipping his white plastic card through the lock on the front door, the red head stepped out into the warm night. Making his way slowly to his to-die-for cycle, Hiro looked up at the bright, twinkling stars above him. `Beautiful,' he thought as he took his riding helmet out of it's container at the end of the motorcycle, and slipped it over his head.

Hiro's beautiful night came to end when just as he was about to mount his bike and take off for home, something large and white was flung over his head. Struggling frantically against the strange object, he felt strong arms lift him up, up, and away from his bike and toss him over something, most likely the shoulder that one of the arms was attached to. Hiro yelled through his binding, which appeared to be a sheet, but to no avail. The sheet muffled his cries for help too well for anyone to hear him, even if there had been someone within three blocks of the NG parking lot.

Giving up on yelling, Hiro began to attempt to kick his kidnapper, but only succeeded in getting hit roughly on the head, causing his vision to go black for a moment and his ears to ring, but not hard enough to make him lose consciousness. Dazed, Hiro succumbed to his captor and a moment later he felt himself being set almost gently onto a carpeted ground, and then heard the roaring start of a car engine. `Great. I really AM being kidnapped! How could this have happened?!?!? I hope whoever it is will give me back to my friends without hurting me. I've never liked pain that much, especially when I'm the only one receiving it. Fist fights, fine. At least then I can land a punch or two on the other fighter. But being wrapped up in a damn sheet in a car doesn't count as a fistfight! Damn, this sucks,' Hiro thought as he tried to prepare himself for the worst as the car drove on into the once-peaceful night.

After only a few minutes of driving, the kidnapper's get-away car came to slow stop. `NOOO!!!!! KEEP GOING! KEEP GOING!!!' Hiro screamed in his mind. `I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!!!'

`Ok, that's enough Hiroshi. No need to spaz out in a car where you're tied up in a sheet. Just calm down, we'll get out of this. Somehow,' a more rational side of his mind told him. `Oh great, now I have my own personal imaginary fellow kidnappi! Goody goody,' Hiro thought bitterly.

Suddenly, the red head felt himself being picked up by those same strong arms again and carried ever-so-gracefully over the kidnapper's shoulder. `At least I'm not being dragged,' Hiro thought. A moment later, he felt himself being settled onto something soft and squishy, and the sheet around him was loosened. Frantically pulled the cursed sheet off of him, Hiro managed to push his head out of the sheet to survey the situation that he was facing.

To his surprise, he discovered that he was not in some dark and dank cellar crawling with spiders and with human bones littering the ground like in the horror films, but in fact in an ordinary apartment. `Oookkk then. This is weird,' Hiro thought to himself. Looking around, he saw that his kidnapper was no where to be found. "Where are you?! I know you aren't a ghost, so you aren't a ghost. Now get out here so I can spit in your face!!!!!"

A deep voice from the next room chuckled. "He he tsk tsk Hiro-kun. No spitting on people, especially when you can not move from my couch. Besides, for all you know I could be the Pope, and I don't think you'd want to spit on the Pope, now would you?"

Hiro snorted. "For some reason I seriously doubt that you're the Pope. Who are you anyway? You sound familiar."

A tall American with his long blond hair tied up into a high pony tail strutted arrogantly into the room. Hiro groaned. "K! I should have known. Do you HAVE to do a practical joke EVERY week?!"

Bad Luck's spunky manager leaned back and laughed (a/n: Tehehe I had to add in spunky. K is my hero. He really is. I love him to death. ^_^;;;). "Ah Hiro, Hiro. How else can we make our miserable, boring lives more exciting than adding in some random joke kidnappings here and there?"

Hiro snorted. "As if our lives need to be any more chaotic! We're only second on the music charts, have to do interviews with magazines, tv shows, radio stations, and who knows what else, not to mention we have a tour coming up! We don't need any more excitement!"

K mock pouted. "Fine, if that's how you feel. It's just," he added in sniffling, "being the manager for a hit band can get so...depressing. After all, all anyone cares about are the cute lead singer, the ever-so-sexy guitarist, and the adorable key boarder. No one ever gives a hoot about the manager. No excitement for me."

Once again, Hiro snorted. "Uh huh, sure. Right K, no excitement for you. And I'm not sure Shuichi and Suguru would appreciate being called `cute' and `adorable'. Hell, I'm not sure I like being called sexy by my manager! That's just a little creepy, don't you think?"

The tall blonde's expression changed from goofy to leery, almost seductive as he moved in closer to the still bound Hiro. "Oh but you are sexy Hiro. So sexy I don't think I can keep myself from pouncing on you."

The guitarist's eyes widened and he tried to shuffle slash roll away from his manager. "K, you're creeping me out here. Stop it."

"Why? I know you'll like it once we start," replied K smoothly as he began pressing his larger body against Hiro's.

`Ah!!! How is this happening?!?!?!?!!' thought Hiro as he frantically tried to escape from the American. "K!!! I'm serious! Stop!! I...I'm going out with Ayaka! And you're married!!! This isn't right!"

K smirked as his face gradually moved closer and closer to the red head's. "Oh, that doesn't matter. No one needs to know about one sinful night. Hell, they don't need to know about a year's worth of sinful nights. All I know is that I want you, and I WILL have you, whether you like it or not. So I'd suggest that you try to enjoy yourself, because you aren't going anyway." With that final declaration of dominance, K brought his lips to Hiro's, pulling them both into a passionate kiss.

At least on K's part.

Hiro tried desperately to pull away from his once kidnapper, now rapist, with no succession what so ever. `No no no no no!!! I'm straight!!! This isn't happening!!!! GAAAHHHH!!!!!!'

That was when K started putting his hands at work.

Sliding his larger hands under the sheet that still kept Hiro from literally leaping off the couch and to the door, K managed to decipher the guitarist's shirt from the white polyester cloth wrapped around him, and gently slid his hands under the shirt and up to the red head's sensitive nipples. Deepening the kiss that he was already involved in by sliding his tongue into Hiro's mouth, he gave the two nipples a quick pinch, which initiated a soft moan from the bound red head. Smiling into the kiss, he began to gently stroke the sensitive circles of flesh, adding a quick pinch every now and then, forming two rock-hard nubs.

Pulling back, K surveyed his work. Hiro sat gasping on the couch, still bound by the sheet, with a thin line of sweat crowning his brow. K smirked. "Well, well, well. It seems like someone has been enjoying themselves in my little massage."

Hiro glared at him. "Shut up. That was NOT a massage."

K straddled the red head's hips. "Of course it was. It's called a sex massage. And that was only the first half of it. Now we get to do the second half! Fun, fun, fun, neh Hiro-kun?"

Hiro's eyes widened as what the blond had just said sank into his brain. But before he could protest K's hands were once again under his shirt, softly stroking his stomach, and slowly working their way down to his most sensitive region, which was beginning to become hard.

`GAAHHHH!!! How can I actually be enjoying this?!?!! I have a girlfriend!!!!!' Hiro thought just before K's hands slipped beneath the waist line of his jeans. From then on, Hiro had no more thoughts about the morality of his situation, only the pleasure that K was giving him. The larger hands of the American gently grasped his gradually hardening shaft, and began to ever so slowly pump it up and down, causing moan after moan to emit from Hiro's open mouth.

After a moment, K, reading from Hiro's face that he was about to come, stopped his pumping, which in reaction made Hiro groan in a mixture of disappointment, frustration, but most of all, longing. K smirked up at the red head, whose eyes were half open and slightly glazed. "Now, we can't let you have all the fun now can we? But in order for me to have my share of the fun, we need to get rid of this sheet now don't we."

Hiro just nodded his head dazedly as K carefully unwrapped the sheet that had coiled itself around the guitarist. By the time Hiro could completely understand what was going on, the sheet was gone and he was on his hands and knees on the couch, pants at his ankles, and K was directly behind him. His eyes widened, he turned his back quickly to give K a surprised glance. K smirked. "Ah Hiro, you're so beautiful like this. Don't worry, I've got lube on, so it won't hurt too much."

`That still means that it will hurt!!!' said Hiro in his mind, but was in no state to actually speak the word.

K needingly grasped the red head's hips as he touched the head of his cock against Hiro's opening, making him gasp softly. K smirked. "I'll try to go slow Hiro-kun, but I don't know how long I can wait. So try to get used to me quickly, ok?"

Hiro clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the head of the large cock force it's way into his body. Before Hiro could get used to the intruder, however, K slammed his entire length into him, causing him to cry out from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

A few seconds passed before K started moving, assuming that Hiro had gotten used to his shaft, which the red head certainly hadn't. As the tempo increased, Hiro began to not feel the pain, but the pleasure, and his once-soft moans escalated to almost yells as K began to repeatedly hit his pleasure spot.

"Oh...oh...K!"

K smirked as Hiro tossed his head back and pushed his hips back, trying to get all of his length. "Hiro-kun? What do you want?"

"I...I...I want..."

"What do you want? You need to say it or I can't give it to you."

"I...oh...oohh...I want...I want you to fuck me K!" Hiro managed to pant as the waves of pleasure ran through him.

K's smirk widened at this. "Good boy, Hiro-kun. I'll do as you wish."

Hiro's cries became wails as K's tempo increased even more, and the wails became screams once K's hand descended once again onto his own hard cock. What with the repeated hitting of his pleasure spot and the large hand rapidly stroking his cock, Hiro couldn't take it anymore.

"K! I'm...ooohh...I'm going to...oh...oh! I'm going to come!"

The said American closed his eyes and opened his mouth to allow a small moan of pleasure pass through his lips as he heard these words. A second later red hot fluid flew from the inner depths of his being to fill Hiro, which in turn spurred the red head's own climax. Both flung their heads back and loud cries of ecstasy echoed in the apartment building.

K's knees gave out as the waves of pleasure began to drown him and he fell forward onto Hiro, who had already collapsed. The two lay there for several minutes, just panting and enjoying the scent of one another, and the feel of their skin pressed together.

Finally, K managed to speak. "Well, it seems that we both managed to enjoy ourselves, wouldn't you agree?"

Hiro dazedly nodded his head in response. K laughed while stroking the guitarist's silky hair. "You know what?"

The read head looked up at him with half closed eyes. "What?"

K gave him a quick peck on the tip of his nose before continuing. "Why shouldn't we do this all the time? After all, we both had fun, we like each other as more than business partners or friends, and lets face it. Our love lives suck."

Hiro managed to snort and respond, "My love life does NOT suck, thank you very much. I am perfectly happy with Ayaka."

"Ah, but is she happy with you? She hasn't seen you once in the past two months. In my professional opinion, she's avoiding you."

Hiro glared. "How do you know that?"

K rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "Woops, wasn't supposed to say that. Anyway, it's true isn't it? Well, it's the same with me. I haven't seen my wife in over six months, and I probably won't see her for close to another year. Besides, she's getting sick of me I think. Who knows? She might even leave me."

The red head looked in shock at the saddened expression on his manager's face. "Why do you say that?"

K smiled sadly at the guitarist under/next to him. "Because of our work. We never get to see each other, so our relationship is under major strain. She might as well be a single mother. I wouldn't be surprised if she had found another lover and was having the time of her life with him behind my back." He sighed softly. "But, it doesn't matter to me, because I got to have the time of my life with you." His eyes twinkled happily when he said this.

Hiro smiled back. "Yeah, it was pretty fun wasn't it?"

"Oh! Confessions! Somebody take the time!! We need to record this! Hiro actually said that he had FUN with me!!!!!!"

Hiro rewarded K's cheeky outburst with a slap upside the head. "Baka! Shut up! You already knew that I liked it!"

K stuck his tongue out. "Duh! Well, back to being serious for a second. Hiro, I have a very important question for you. And if you don't answer right away, that's ok. Ok, here it goes. Hiro, would you agree to having a sort of, secret relationship with me? Nobody that you didn't want to know would have to know."

Hiro pondered this question for a moment. `He is right, it's not like it would be hard to hide anything from Ayaka or Judy, seeing as neither of them are EVER around. I would feel guilty, but I really like K, and I really, REALLY like what just happened now. Guess I'm not as straight as I thought.' He took a deep breath.

"Ok, K. I'll be your lover."

"YAY!" K shrieked in English, and pulled Hiro into a tight embrace. `Uh oh, here we go again,' thought Hiro as K began to once again passionately kiss him.

~end~

Darkdemonchild: tehehehehehe ^_~ I don't know why I like this pairing as much as I do, they just look good together. Oh yeah, I forgot to say this in the forward note, this was a sort of "happy summer" for my good friend Kit. Hope you liked it Kit!!!! ^_~ Please read and review, and sorry if this story is completely unrealistic, it is after all a fanfic. Fanfic's, in my opinion, aren't supposed to be realistic. ^_~ ja ja until the next fic!