Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Stairway to Heaven ❯ Bath time ( Chapter 4 )

Pairings: YukixShuichi

Warnings: Weirdness, Au-ness, some language...

Disclaimer: Sadly, Yuki Eiri is not mine, and neither is his lover. Okay, so none of them are...Maki Murakami claims them as her own. I just use and abuse them ~.^

FYI: So, here's chapter four...It's got a lemon in it, so be warned if that stuff isn't your cup of tea! ^-^

~*Stairway to Heaven*~

"A...a bath with me?" He asked cautiously, not too sure of what he had heard. Was he hearing things again?

Shuichi gave a coy wink. "You bet. If you don't agree, then you can't have a bath!" He sounded triumphant. He knew Eiri would say yes. His mind wasn't in the right frame to argue; Shuichi could tell just by the look in his eyes. His sweet warm light hazel eyes.

Eiri nodded a bit, a little blush creeping into his cheeks. "O...okay. Can we have bubbles too?" He sounded unsure and frightened. Shuichi nodded, shoving the first aid kit aside.

As he ran the bath, Eiri quietly left to their room and stripped down, finding his and Shuichi's bath robes. He placed his on and strode into the bathroom, feeling sort of...excited.

When Shuichi turned around he was greeted with the sight of his lover, wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe, loosely tied. His chest was exposed, looking soft and very kissable. Shuichi restrained himself from pouncing Eiri then and there. Instead he began to strip off his clothes, gesturing to the now filled tub. "Go on in. It's nice and warm." He smiled. Eiri nodded, looking a bit sheepish as he toyed with the knot in his robe.

Taking pity, Shuichi turned around, throwing his shirt on the ground.

Eiri, feeling a bit safer, dropped his robe and padded over to the tub, stepping in. Shuichi caught sight of the tantalizing ivory skin before it was submerged in the bubbly water.

Quickly, Shuichi got all his clothes off, noticing how Eiri wasn't looking his way. The singer's heart saddened. He wished Yuki would look at him. Turn those lusty eyes on his body; give him a gaze that turned his knees to water. He wanted it. He craved it. But he could not have it.

Stepping into the tub, he sighed to himself. He wanted so badly to be close to his lover's naked flesh. Feel it rub softly against his own body. Wanted those lips to ravage his, bruise them with kisses. He sat down beside Eiri, noticing for the first time since he bandaged it, Eiri's arm. He kept it out of the water, resting it on the edge of the tub. Shuichi ghosted his wet fingertips over the arm lightly, tiny water droplets dripping from the tips of his fingers, splashing onto the white bandages. Shuichi was still amazed that Eiri could have done something like this to himself. It was almost absurd. Almost.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked softly, wanting to break the tense silence that lingered between them. Eiri nodded a bit, turning his head to face Shuichi, who gazed back at him. Time slowed down, the ticking of the clock barely noticeable. They felt frozen in time, staring at each other, both wondering what would happen next.

Their faces slowly pulled together, lips grabbing softly at one another. Shuichi's mind reeled, not believing this was happening. They were naked and wet. They were naked, wet, and kissing. It felt like a dream come true for Shuichi. And his hormones.

Yuki's uninjured arm emerged from the bubbly water, rubbing at Shuichi's chest. The warm contact made Shuichi's skin hum, made his heart overflow with joy. Eiri pulled back a little, to let his tongue graze over Shuichi's lips, finding that the chaos in his head silenced a bit.

Shuichi, anxious for more contact, slipped into Eiri's lap, without breaking their mind-numbing kiss.

Their mouths opened wide, each gasping for breath and groping for more-- for more of anything the other was willing to offer.

Eiri's tongue lapped at Shuichi's, while the singers tongue twirled around inside the novelist's mouth, relishing the taste of it. The taste of his lover. Of his...Yuki.

"I love you," Shuichi whispered breathlessly against the blond's kiss swollen lips. "I love you so much..." He felt like he could never say it enough. Even if he said 'I love you' billions of times, it would never be enough. Enough to fully convey the amount of love he felt. To fully express the joy he felt in this moment.

Naked. Wet. Bodies rubbing against one another. Mouths locked in a deep kiss, minds slowly fading until nothing was left but the sensations.

It was what they both needed. It was what Eiri needed. To get in touch with his body, to understand the desires and wants that plagued his mind, when he was unable to comprehend them. He felt slightly rejuvenated, sitting here in this bathtub, Shuichi on his lap, grinding their awakening erections together.

Shuichi's blue eyes gazed into Eiri's. His eyes were alive. Glittering. They told him it was okay. That this was okay, he wasn't going to break away. He just wanted to be loved...

With a whimper, Shuichi crushed their lips together, afraid if he didn't keep contact, everything would dissolve into sand, slipping through his fingers.

Shuichi locked his arms around Eiri's neck, tongue twirling around inside Eiri's mouth. Eiri felt like he could melt into Shuichi's embrace. It was as if he was a block of solid gold and he was slowly heating up into nothing but a glittering liquid mass. He wanted to melt into Shuichi, wanted to become a permanent attachment to the supple body he worshipped. He didn't want to be himself anymore. He wanted to be one with Shuichi. He just wanted to be free.

Shuichi broke their kiss abruptly, hands traveling up and down Eiri's smooth back, smiling. Thoughts about death and hate never crossed his mind. Thoughts about pain and loneliness never made their accustomed entrance. His mind was pleasantly numb to all things that weren't happy. Shuichi could care less if the entire world blew up in his face; he would merely smile and hug Eiri tighter, because that's all that mattered. Just Eiri. Just him and Eiri, alone and loving each other.

Half-lidded blue eyes gazed at Eiri longingly, before the owner of those eyes leaned in for another kiss, this time taking it slow. His wet lips grazed over Eiri's in a teasing fashion, before they puckered and pecked softly, never giving them a chance to open their mouths and take it deeper. Eiri whined in the back of his throat, trying to pull Shuichi's head down to mold their lips together. Shuichi swatted Eiri's hand away, giving a boyish giggle. "Patience..." he whispered, nipping at Eiri's ear.

The blond broke out in shivers, small goose bumps lining his ivory flesh. The hairs on his arms stood up, his nipples hardened and his groin tightened considerably. Shuichi's hot tongue was lodged in his ear, swirling around, while a hand was running along his inner thighs. The author shuddered, tiny moans escaping his parted lips. The sensations that coursed through his body gave him a surreal feeling. Almost as if he were floating on a cloud, high and far away from everything. The freedom he so longingly searched for, felt closer now. He felt it in Shuichi.

Shuichi was caught by surprised when he was jerked away from kissing Eiri's ear, to his lips being sucked on instead. The author's mouth was fully over Shuichi's, tongue jammed into his mouth, desperate little noises floating around them.

They twisted around in each other's arms, lips locking and unlocking, hands pinching, grabbing, and caressing. Bubbles coated their arms and bodies, making small cracking noises as they shifted in the water. Their hair became slicked back with water and bubbles as hands rose to thread through silky locks. They were oblivious to the world around them. It was almost as if nothing could make sense anymore; nothing but the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

Shuichi, dazed and filled with need, stood on shaky legs, stepping out of the tub. He nearly tripped, causing both him and Eiri to break out in to giggles. It broke the tension in the room that neither was aware of.

The singer gave a clumsy smile and crawled over to a cabinet, searching for that elusive bottle of lubricant he just *knew* was in there. He shoved aside hair elastics that he hadn't remembered seeing before, and bottles of aspirin. He raised a brow when he saw a two pairs of tweezers lying next to a manicure set. He'd really have to clean this out soon. He heard the water slosh in the bathtub, but didn't turn his head, as he had found his prize. Holding up the almost new bottle of lube, he grinned and turned on his knees to face Eiri, finding him a hairs breath away.

He blinked, taken aback somewhat. "Ah, Eiri...I found it! But...where did all that other stuff come from? I've never seen it befo--" and he was cut off when Eiri's lips sealed his in a silent plea to proceed to what they were doing before.

Shuichi felt warm. He felt a warm wave wash over his skin. It felt like old times. He felt like himself. Like he could be the genki idiot and Eiri could be...Yuki again. Telling him to shut up and then proceeding to turn him into a puddle of Shuichi-goo with his kisses.

Everything was fine now. The world was calm. The inner torrent of hell each of them faced had silenced. It was quiet and serene.

They kissed again, Shuichi gently being laid down on his back, shivering as his skin met the cool tile flooring. The cold chill didn't last long however, as Eiri moved over him, settling himself between Shuichi's legs. The singer blushed deeply as Eiri began to stroke his inner thighs with his fingertips, his other hand rubbing up and down Shuichi's cock, enjoying the small whimpers of love he got.

Eiri didn't want to rush them, but he didn't want to wait either. He moved his hands, running them up Shuichi's chest, until they came to a rest, cupping Shuichi's warm face. He kissed the singer then, kissed him with all his love. Poured every ounce of love and passion he felt for the boy into that one simple kiss. And Shuichi received it and sucked it in. He greedily soaked up all that love and vowed to himself he'd never forget how it felt.

Spreading his legs a bit wider, Shuichi gave the silent invitation to take this one step farther. A step in which Eiri didn't hesitate one bit to take. He grabbed the fallen bottle of their lubricant, generously pouring it onto his fingers, rubbing it around to make it warm. With the cap still open, he tossed it to the side, fingers probing inside of Shuichi.

It hurt. Eiri wasn't taking his time, and he certainly wasn't doing this as he normally would. He was being a bit rough, but nonetheless, Shuichi didn't care. It had been a long, long, time since they had last been this intimate with each other, and with all the things swarming around in Eiri's mind, Shuichi wasn't really surprised that Eiri was doing things a bit differently. Besides, Shuichi thought, he'd done nothing but pray and beg for this moment to happen. And beggars can't be choosers.

Biting his lip, Shuichi squirmed as Eiri pressed another finger inside of him, desperately trying to feel any pleasure he could. Suddenly, Eiri pulled his fingers out, searching around for that bottle of lube. Sighing, the singer began to relax himself, trying to prepare for the last plunge Eiri was going to take.

He was surprised when he felt a warm finger enter him softly, gently stretching. He sighed, smiling to himself. Another one joined the first, just as gently, and he used both to swirl around softly, pushing in and out at a slow speed. Shuichi felt himself begin to burn. His erection twitched in anticipation, his heart pounded loudly in his chest. He began to pant, his hips arching up as Eiri entered another finger. And this time, he decided to go a bit deeper, just barely brushing over Shuichi's prostate, causing the singer to yelp and buck his hips. He wanted more. More of everything. The fingers left him, and he slowly lowered his raised hips, blinking his eyes out of their dazed state.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he heard Eiri whisper, clicking the cap to the bottle closed. Shuichi smiled, lolling his head to the side.

"You didn't, silly. I'm fin--" And he gasped, eyes widening to an impossible level. All at once, his knees had been hefted up and Eiri pushed himself in all the way in one swift move.

Shuichi was stunned breathless. The glorious feeling of being filled by the one man he loved the most, threatened to overwhelm him. He panted, eyes searching for Eiri's.

The golden orbs shimmered in the light and smiled at him. His rosy lips were curved into a half smile. Shuichi saw his Yuki. Shuichi saw his beautiful lover staring back at him. He wanted to cry, but the tears never came as the man above him began to move, throwing Shuichi out of his contemplative thoughts.

Suddenly, his mind became mush once more, and all that he could comprehend were the sensations. The feelings and emotions. His love.

"Yuki...Yuki, I love you..."

They rocked back against each other on the bathroom floor, the hot tub of water behind them slowly chilling. Their bodies became slick with sweat, and their mouths dried. Lips parted to let moans escape, hands scraped and groped.

The blond novelist felt his world shrink and shrink until all that was left, was him and Shuichi. His pace increased, taking a turn into desperation. He pumped in and out of Shuichi like a piston, grunts and incoherent words filling the space between them. Shuichi threw his arms behind his head, one hand coming into contact with a wall. He pressed his hand into the wall, using it to steady his body, as his hips frantically slammed up against Eiri.

Eiri smiled, and leaned down to press their lips together, breathing in harsh pants. Shuichi opened his mouth to Eiri, letting their tongues duel almost lazily, bodies still gyrating at a frantic pace. Their lips broke apart as they let out long sensuous groans and whimpers. Shuichi used his free hand to bring Eiri's head down to his own, so that their lips were touching, but barely so. He loved the feeling of Eiri's warm lips lightly brushing against his own lips. It gave him a warm feeling.

As they moved together, he became increasingly aware of the fact that his erection was trapped between their stomachs, bobbing and twitching between the heated and sweaty flesh. And all at once, things began to crack and break. Pleasure increased ten-fold; his skin was on fire, his lips burned. He wanted to look into Eiri's eyes.

Eiri, however, was beginning to fall. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly as he pumped himself in and out, over and over again. His breath came in hard gasps through clenched teeth, muscles moving beneath taught skin. Below him, Shuichi howled with his pleasure onslaught, calling out Eiri's name over and over. It was like a mantra for the singer, it kept his mind focused and allowed his body to do nothing but feel.

They became nothing more than living sparks, as they molded into each other, rocking back and forth. Shuichi's body reached the end, when his prostate was hit, causing his eyes to shut tightly, mouth wide open as he screamed. His entire body became tense, toes curling as he released himself in hard spurts onto their stomachs. His muscles clenched tightly around Eiri without knowing, causing the older man to inhale sharply, stopping all movement. He climaxed inside his lover, head thrown back as the pleasure enveloped him in waves. It pulsed though his skin and dissolved into his blood; he felt alive.

The world was deceptively peaceful as he collapsed on top of Shuichi, panting as if he had just run a marathon.

Shuichi smiled, unwrapping his legs from around Eiri's waist, happy to have them flat on the floor again. He wrapped his arms around Eiri and held the blond to his chest. He didn't ever want to give up this feeling. He didn't ever want this moment to end.

"I love you, Shuichi." he heard the soft muffled voice say, the breath tickling his skin. Shuichi smiled, tears stinging his eyes.

It would end. And all too soon. He let the salty tears fall, rolling his head to the side.

"I love you too..."

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He stared out the window, watching as the trees whizzed by in green blobs. His eyes were half lidded, a frown on his lips. He felt the car slow down to a stop, letting his light hazel eyes glance up, relieved to see that they were at a stop light. Anything that delayed this trip just a little longer...

Eiri sighed, sinking down in his seat. The deep gray seatbelt cut into his neck, but he didn't notice. Resting his head against the cool glass window, he finally closed his eyes, never wanting to open them again.

He felt a soft hand drop onto his, lacing their fingers together. He sighed when his hand was squeezed, a melodic voice drifting into his ears.

"It's not so bad Eiri. I promise you, it won't be bad. We're just going in for--" he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, as Eiri ripped his hand away and glared at Shuichi with hurt eyes.

"Tests! That's what we're going for! More tests. Shuichi... you promised me no more tests! Why did you break that?" He looked wounded. Like his heart had been gouged out of his chest and thrown on the floor.

"I'm sorry Eiri. I'm sorry...I just...I don't know what to do." Shuichi calmly stated, looking ahead. He didn't want to see the bandaged arm sticking out from the shirt his lover wore. He didn't want to be reminded of why they were going to another doctor.

The red light had changed, and the massive line of cars in front of them was slowly beginning to move. Shuichi felt terrible. He felt like the scum of the earth for making Eiri go to another doctor again. For making him suffer more than he already was.

Memories of last night drifted into his brain, showering him with images of their intimacy. The kisses, the touches, and whispers of love. The way it felt when Eiri pushed inside, filling him, making him whole. The way Eiri looked, face flushed, lips open in a pant, shining blond hair slicked back with water, bubbles sliding down his smooth chest...

Shuichi felt tears sting his eyes as he drove down the road, fighting madly within himself. His inner battle was visible to Eiri, who watched guiltily, as Shuichi's defenses broke a little more with each second that passed. First a tear rolled down his light bronze cheek, and then another, followed by more. They came tumbling down from his blue eyes, dripping onto his jeans. Eiri bit his lip, looking away.

He felt bad. He hated it when Shuichi cried. Especially when it was because of him.

Shuichi flicked on the signal, turning right. He hardly knew what he was doing. His body was on automatic, making turns here and there, without any conscious thought. His mind was at war with itself, causing Shuichi's heart to squeeze in pain, tears welling up. No matter what he did to try and stop them, he couldn't. They came out on their own accord.

The building loomed in the distance, and Shuichi was glad. He needed some air. Eiri tensed, hands balling into fists. He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell and cry and beg Shuichi to take him home. But, as he looked over to his lover, seeing silent tears stream down his face, a look of utter pain across his face, Eiri decided just this once he'd face it. Face it for Shuichi.

Shuichi's deep blue car parked in the nearest space possible, which just happened to be across the parking lot. He didn't care. He just needed to stop driving and clear his head. The car died down with a soft hum, as he took the keys from the ignition. It was silent in the car, both too occupied with thoughts to say anything. Shuichi folded his arms over the steering wheel and rested his head atop those arms. He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to calm down.

He whimpered, fresh tears making new tracks down his face. He heard Eiri undo his seatbelt, and the door open. Shuichi didn't want to look. He was afraid of what he might see.

There was a small movement, and then, he felt Eiri's head rest on his shoulders. It was a comfortable weight. Shuichi's breath caught and shuddered. "I'm sorry Eiri. I'm sorry..." It seemed like that's all he could say lately. That he was sorry. Sorry for everything.

Eiri moved an arm to wrap around Shuichi's waist. He placed a tender kiss on the back of Shuichi's neck. "...I" he took a breath, not too sure how to say what he was feeling. "...Stop saying that. It's not like you did anything. I'm the one here who's messed up..." a pause, "Can we go in now?" Eiri changed the subject. He didn't want to talk about who was sorry and who wasn't. The fact of the matter stood; Eiri was sick and Shuichi needed to help him. No one should be sorry for something they didn't do.

It was easy to say that. But it was another story to feel it. The guilt that ate away at their minds nearly drove them both crazy. Guilt. Guilt for something neither of them had any control over.

"Yeah. We'll go now..." Shuichi sniffed, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his coat. He glanced in his rearview mirror to make sure he at least looked presentable and turned to face Eiri, who was looking at him with a mix of sadness and apprehension. Shuichi leaned over and gave Eiri a warm deep kiss, doing his damndest to let Eiri know he loved him, and that's all that mattered.

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Fujisaki sighed to himself, looking over their music again. He just couldn't concentrate, no matter how hard he tried. He had to admit it; he was worried about Shuichi. It was obvious to him, as it was to anyone else; Shuichi was cracking. He was like a time bomb, and at any second he could explode. Bad Luck couldn't survive without Shuichi. Even if they got the best singer in the world, they wouldn't make it. Fujisaki just hoped it wouldn't ever come down to that.

"Hey, aren't we supposed to be working on that?" Hiro chuckled, pointing to the sheet of music that the keyboardist held in his hands.

"Huh?" Fujisaki asked intelligently, blinking from his thoughts. He blushed crimson when he realized Hiro was standing there, smirking at him. "Ah, Nakano-kun! Go--gomen ne! I was just...thinking." He said quietly, clearing his throat and looking over the notes once more, this time determined to concentrate and play them.

Hiro, being the perceptive person he was, saw right through Fujisaki's little charade and rolled his eyes. "I'm worried about him too. I just hope everything went well today with Yuki-san." He gave a long, sad sigh, leaning on Fujisaki's keyboard.

"Do you think that Yuki-san's going to be okay? Has he even been diagnosed yet?" He tried to make it sound like an off-hand comment, but it came out sounding more like a worried parents plea.

Hiro shrugged, leaning on his elbows, resting his chin in his hands. "Last time I checked, he hadn't been. I don't know what's going on with him, but whatever it is, I hope it stops soon...It's tearing Shuichi apart..." Hiro closed his eyes for a few seconds, openly showing his sorrow on his face, before he stood up straight, a look of indifference in his eyes.

Fujisaki knew what his band member was thinking, and decided he'd better get his act together. He placed the music upright and began to play the beginning notes, with none of his usual vigor. Hiro joined in on his cue, playing like a dead fish, no emotion at all in his notes.

It just wasn't the same without Shuichi there. The song sounded so dead without the pink haired vocalist to sing his notes and make the song soar into the sky. His energy, his enthusiasm, his bright smile, it made it...shiny. Shiny, just like Ryuichi had said. Shiny...It seemed everything was dulling now. Thick coats of dust were settling down and no one was around to polish. Fujisaki and Hiro felt useless.

"I wonder when Shindo-san is coming in today. Did he say?" The green haired keyboardist stopped his notes, merely letting the programmed sounds from his keyboard take over. The beat and violins filled the studio as Hiro strummed a chord absent-mindedly on his guitar.

"I don't know. Maybe we'll call him."

"...Isn't he with Yuki-san?"

"Never stopped me before." And Hiro gave a charming smile, one that would make any woman swoon and faint. Fujisaki merely raised a brow, seemingly not impressed. Hiro snorted. "I'll just tell him you wanted to see him." and he gave a wink, disappearing out into the hallway, cell phone in hand.

Fujisaki rolled his eyes, wondering when K and Sakano were going to come back from their meeting with Tohma. He just hoped they wouldn't be releasing their single within the next week.

"Suicide..." he mumbled. "This band is suicide..." And he sighed, playing his notes once more, wondering in the back of his mind, if he would ever have a normal day at work.

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~To be continued~

AN: Awww, poor Fuji-kun! Well, he can't have any normal days! He's not normal to begin with. ^-^ So, feel free to tell me what you thought. All comments are appreciated. ^__^