Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Sorrowful sins ❯ chapter seven ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: baka-kei 
The last chapter, ending the story with a hitch.
A/N: I am thinking of doing a sequel to this story with longer chapters, more chapters, more involved and less rush.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 08.09.2006 | Updated On: 06.29.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 975 | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
The last chapter, ending the story with a hitch.
A/N: I am thinking of doing a sequel to this story with longer chapters, more chapters, more involved and less rush.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 08.09.2006 | Updated On: 06.29.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 975 | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation and I do not profit from these writings.
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Chapter 7
(NO one’s pov specifically)
Both Yuki and Shuichi sat in the red Ferrari, strapping themselves in then the roar of the engine was heard as Yuki started the car. The drive to the apartment was done in silence, neither speaking for lack of anything to say, both not wanting to spoil this, Yuki not wanting Shuichi to get into dramatics again and Shuichi not wanting to get Eiri angry.
Upon entering Yuki's apartment Shuichi was stunned by all the space the apartment held, not to mention the expensive paintings, plasma TV, leather couch and nicely but plainly painted walls. Shuichi stood in the doorway just admiring the place, not having had much of a chance when he was last here due to the shock and pain he was in so when Yuki's deep voice cut through his thoughts he again jumped a bit but managed to hold in the pained whine. "Hey brat you gonna sit or not?".
"Hey I am not a brat, I am a-" He started but was interrupted. "I don't care just sit or stand, make your mind up" The novelist cut in. Sitting down Shuichi accepted a cup of coffee brewed by Eiri quickly. Drinking from it he started to think back to what had made him come here in the first place. 'He said I was adorable, but he has been such an ass to me, why would he be concerned,....he did save me but he seemed so annoyed with dealing with me, oh I’m confused'.
"Yuki...why did you want me to come here?" Shuichi was curious; In fact he was sure if he knew why Yuki thought he was adorable then he could answer his own questions somehow. God knows how! But somehow. Yuki began to think just why he had said to the annoying brat of a singer to come here, he had no idea himself which was agitating to the novelist. Placing his cup on the table Shuichi began to turn round to face the grumpy author when Yuki caught his wrists in his hands gently. Suddenly Shuichi was on his back on the couch with Yuki straddling his hips; while his wrists are pinned above his head on couch. "Yu...Yuki" Was all Shuichi managed to say in a frightened panic before Yuki caught his lips with his own in an almost rough kiss.
After the attack not only a week ago he was sure when those hands grabbed at his wrists that it was going to be a repeat, his mind already supplying him with the memory of cold, clammy hands gripping his upper arms, a dirty, callused hand wrapping around his slim throat and before he could continue in his own personal hell he felt warm lips on his, a bit more aggressive than he would have liked at this minute but when the chocking feeling drifted away and the imaginary hands where no longer gripping at his through and upper arms he started to realise what was happening, he was being kissed.
The singer was shocked to say the least, But something told him this was right and he did like it, he liked the feel of Eiri’s hands letting go of his wrists to run down his arms slowly, almost in a caress. He closed his eyes slowly enjoying the feeling of the older man’s lips on his own. Something wet started probing his lips, he realised it was Yuki's tongue seeking entrance and blushed crimson, still not entirely sure what to do about all this. The younger man opened his lips slowly to let the probing tongue in and when he did he was in heaven, Shuichi moaned in to the kiss, loving everything about it, the feel of his tongue, the light clash of teeth from Shuichi’s inexperience and even the weight of the older man on him. The novelist’s hands left the singers arms when he felt the boy was comfortable with the kiss and travelled down his small frame to stop at his waist. Every time the boy moaned or made some sort of noise in to the kiss Yuki felt aroused. 'I don't think I will be able to stop myself from taking him here and now if he keeps that up'. Eiri's tongue moved in an unknown dance with Shuichi's while sounds of encouragement and pleasure mingled in the air. Hands groped, Fingers teased and bodies rubbed. Lust filled glances were swapped as they struggled to catch their breath.
“Yuki, why?” Were the first words to leave Shuichi’s mouth, surprising the author who was expecting to be asked where the bedroom was at this point, he calmed slightly, looking at him almost heatedly but confused all the same.
“I don’t...know” Was all Yuki could reply, his eyes closing for a moment before he opened his eyes with a more confident expression.
“...” Shuichi only gave him silence as he watched the novelist. “You damn brat” Yuki wore another one of his smirks on those gorgeous lips.
“Hey what did I do?” The younger of the two defended himself but was all in vain as Yuki was teasing him though he had yet to comprehend this. “Shut up brat” at this Yuki leaned over and brought his lips to Shuichi’s once again but this time the kiss was a lot longer and both felt reluctant to stop. Let’s just say their day was not uneventful. But poor Shuichi did not get back to work till the next day thanks to a certain golden eyed author.
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Chapter 7
(NO one’s pov specifically)
Both Yuki and Shuichi sat in the red Ferrari, strapping themselves in then the roar of the engine was heard as Yuki started the car. The drive to the apartment was done in silence, neither speaking for lack of anything to say, both not wanting to spoil this, Yuki not wanting Shuichi to get into dramatics again and Shuichi not wanting to get Eiri angry.
Upon entering Yuki's apartment Shuichi was stunned by all the space the apartment held, not to mention the expensive paintings, plasma TV, leather couch and nicely but plainly painted walls. Shuichi stood in the doorway just admiring the place, not having had much of a chance when he was last here due to the shock and pain he was in so when Yuki's deep voice cut through his thoughts he again jumped a bit but managed to hold in the pained whine. "Hey brat you gonna sit or not?".
"Hey I am not a brat, I am a-" He started but was interrupted. "I don't care just sit or stand, make your mind up" The novelist cut in. Sitting down Shuichi accepted a cup of coffee brewed by Eiri quickly. Drinking from it he started to think back to what had made him come here in the first place. 'He said I was adorable, but he has been such an ass to me, why would he be concerned,....he did save me but he seemed so annoyed with dealing with me, oh I’m confused'.
"Yuki...why did you want me to come here?" Shuichi was curious; In fact he was sure if he knew why Yuki thought he was adorable then he could answer his own questions somehow. God knows how! But somehow. Yuki began to think just why he had said to the annoying brat of a singer to come here, he had no idea himself which was agitating to the novelist. Placing his cup on the table Shuichi began to turn round to face the grumpy author when Yuki caught his wrists in his hands gently. Suddenly Shuichi was on his back on the couch with Yuki straddling his hips; while his wrists are pinned above his head on couch. "Yu...Yuki" Was all Shuichi managed to say in a frightened panic before Yuki caught his lips with his own in an almost rough kiss.
After the attack not only a week ago he was sure when those hands grabbed at his wrists that it was going to be a repeat, his mind already supplying him with the memory of cold, clammy hands gripping his upper arms, a dirty, callused hand wrapping around his slim throat and before he could continue in his own personal hell he felt warm lips on his, a bit more aggressive than he would have liked at this minute but when the chocking feeling drifted away and the imaginary hands where no longer gripping at his through and upper arms he started to realise what was happening, he was being kissed.
The singer was shocked to say the least, But something told him this was right and he did like it, he liked the feel of Eiri’s hands letting go of his wrists to run down his arms slowly, almost in a caress. He closed his eyes slowly enjoying the feeling of the older man’s lips on his own. Something wet started probing his lips, he realised it was Yuki's tongue seeking entrance and blushed crimson, still not entirely sure what to do about all this. The younger man opened his lips slowly to let the probing tongue in and when he did he was in heaven, Shuichi moaned in to the kiss, loving everything about it, the feel of his tongue, the light clash of teeth from Shuichi’s inexperience and even the weight of the older man on him. The novelist’s hands left the singers arms when he felt the boy was comfortable with the kiss and travelled down his small frame to stop at his waist. Every time the boy moaned or made some sort of noise in to the kiss Yuki felt aroused. 'I don't think I will be able to stop myself from taking him here and now if he keeps that up'. Eiri's tongue moved in an unknown dance with Shuichi's while sounds of encouragement and pleasure mingled in the air. Hands groped, Fingers teased and bodies rubbed. Lust filled glances were swapped as they struggled to catch their breath.
“Yuki, why?” Were the first words to leave Shuichi’s mouth, surprising the author who was expecting to be asked where the bedroom was at this point, he calmed slightly, looking at him almost heatedly but confused all the same.
“I don’t...know” Was all Yuki could reply, his eyes closing for a moment before he opened his eyes with a more confident expression.
“...” Shuichi only gave him silence as he watched the novelist. “You damn brat” Yuki wore another one of his smirks on those gorgeous lips.
“Hey what did I do?” The younger of the two defended himself but was all in vain as Yuki was teasing him though he had yet to comprehend this. “Shut up brat” at this Yuki leaned over and brought his lips to Shuichi’s once again but this time the kiss was a lot longer and both felt reluctant to stop. Let’s just say their day was not uneventful. But poor Shuichi did not get back to work till the next day thanks to a certain golden eyed author.
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