Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Vacation ❯ Chapter 3

This was a terrible idea.

No, Yuki corrected. This was, without a doubt that absolute worst idea that the idiot singer ever came up with! He concluded, as he turned on the water in the hotel shower as hot as was bearable to the touch.

It was partly his fault, he conceded as he then stripped off his sticky, cola drenched pants and kicked them aside to lie in a crumpled heap in the corner of the bathroom. He shouldn't have let Shuichi convince him to take that goddamn vacation. He stepped into the shower and washed off the syrupy mess that remained on his body, sporadically cursing out loud to no one in particular.

And where was that idiot singer anyway?

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7:30 pm, and there was no sign of Shuichi whatsoever.

Finished with the shower and dressed, Yuki was waiting a little less than patiently for his over-emotional companion to show up. It had been almost five hours since Shuichi ran off after that embarrassing little incident at the beach. Knowing that pink-haired Baka, he wouldn't be able to stay away much longer… No, he reassured himself. Any second, he would quietly and sheepishly walk through that door and climb into bed, and then the next day, he'd wake up and act as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. That was how their fights usually resolved themselves, after all. Shuichi was so damn predictable.

7:45 pm. There was still no sign of Shuichi.

Yuki began to pace nervously back and forth. Why did he always act like that? That was precisely the reason why Yuki didn't want to take him out in the first place. He was on a vacation. The absolute last thing he wanted to deal with when he was trying to relax was Shuichi's hissy fits and mood swings. And why the hell was the boy still acting so damn jealous anyway?

Instinctively, Yuki reached for his coat pocket, realizing that he hadn't had a cigarette in three hours. No wonder he was so on edge. Of course, he knew it wasn't like him to fret over that idiot. He was merely anxious because he hadn't had a nicotine fix in a while.

The pack was empty. No problem, he thought crushing the cardboard box into his fist and tossing the remains in the general location of the wastepaper basket, taking note that the trash hit its target perfectly. He could always pay a visit to the gift shop and…

Shuichi still had his wallet. He never gave it back before he ran off earlier.

"Fuck."

He picked up his cell phone, considered calling the police to report that he had been pick pocketed. A positively evil smirk formed across his face as he pictured Shuichi being arrested for theft. Maybe spending a night in the slammer would teach the idiot to trust him every once in a while? He snickered wickedly. Yet despite himself, as his mind replayed the events that happened earlier in the day, especially the look of hurt on Shuichi's face after he had lashed out at the boy, completely ruined his mood. He wasn't feeling wicked or vengeful. He was worried, and a little scared.

"Shuichi, where the hell are you?"

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This was a terrible idea.

No, he corrected. This was, without a doubt that absolute worst idea that he had ever come up with, Shuichi pouted as he shoved two quarters in the machine and began to mash away at the buttons on front of him.

"Stupid Yuki. Can't even go a single day without being mean to me all the time…" He muttered to himself as he began to violently and randomly hit away at the buttons, not really sure of the controls for the game at all. He just needed an outlet to release his pent up aggression, and DDR really didn't do it for him this time.

His character was a big, stocky green skinned mutant that was squaring off away at an attractive female character - as attractive as was possible within video game standards. Tall and blond… slim, with a nice chest and pert butt, and oh so ironically named Lydia.

'Lydia, the perfect woman.' Shuichi thought as he gritted his teeth, fingers dancing along the controls faster and faster, more frantically by the second. Perfect, just like Yuki's Lydia. Perfect, just like the perfect pretty blond children that she would bear him.

A flash. The monitor lit up in a huge explosion. And when the dust settled, the winning character remained standing, the perfect, blond bombshell. And if to add insult to injury, the words 'LYDIA WINS!' appeared on the screen in large black print, mocking him.

"Damn it!" He lost again.

He jammed his hand into his pocket, with the intention of fishing out two more quarters. He may have lost to her in real life, but there was no way that he'd let her video game counterpart beat him.

He did have some pride, after all.

A hand closed tightly around his wrist. "Wha?" He started, and found that his voice had all but betrayed him as he found himself staring into a pair of icy, hazel eyes that were so damn hard to read. Yuki. He looked angry. No, he looked furious, relieved and amused all at the same time. "Yuki…" Shuichi said, pretty sure that his mouth was gaping open, but he really didn't care about that at the moment.

"Your friend mentioned that I might find you here." He said with a chuckle. "So damn predictable." Yuki shook his head.

"You called Hiro?" Shuichi's eyes widened as his brain tried to make sense of that fact. Could it be? "Yuki…So you WERE worried about me!" He exclaimed, grinning sweetly and using all his energy to keep himself from throwing himself at Yuki and kissing him breathless. "After today I was sure that…"

"Don't flatter yourself." Yuki quickly shot back, effectively silencing the singer. "I need my wallet." He explained. "And you have it."

Shuichi pouted again, then pulled it out of his pack and tossed it at Yuki, who then proceeded to snatch it out of the air with one hand.

"Thanks I haven't had a smoke in so long that…" He explained as he opened the wallet and found it to be empty. He looked up to meet Shuichi's eyes with a chilling glare.

"I was hungry." The wide-eyed boy simply stated.

"I had over 120 dollars in there! I know you didn't spend 120 dollars on food."

"When I get upset, I EAT!" Shuichi tried to explain.

Goddamn. Yuki turned and stormed out of the crowded arcade. Things were threatening to get ugly between the two of them, and if he didn't leave soon…

"Hey!" Yuki heard Shuichi calling as he followed him out of the arcade. A blunt object striking him on the back of his head punctuated that statement. Yuki turned around to see what that idiot threw at him. At his feet was a new, unopened box of cigarettes. "That's what you came for, wasn't it?" Shuichi asked bitterly, his voice threatening to crack. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't going to get emotional anymore. Yuki knew how to make him emotional. He wasn't going to let Yuki win.

The older man slowly bent over to retrieve the item and then stood straight to stare fixedly into Shuichi's eyes. He gave the singer a glare that was impossible to read. Shuichi swallowed nervously then as he saw Yuki begin to walk towards him slowly and… Shuichi flinched, convinced for some reason that Yuki would strike him as the older man grabbed the front of Shuichi's sweatshirt and pulled the startled boy close. Shuichi's eyes then flew open as he felt Yuki's lips against his own, a rough, bruising kiss. And when the older man slipped his tongue into Shuichi's still slack mouth, Shuichi let his eyes fall closed.

He wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted, and he wasn't even sure when it exactly ended, but when he felt the cool night air brush against his heated cheeks and moistened lips, he let his eyes open to behold Yuki standing over him with a smile on his face. Something couldn't be right… Yuki looked… happy.

Yuki held up the box. "Thank you. You're a lifesaver."

Shuichi sighed. So that's what the kiss was for.

"Now come on, it's late and I'm hungry." Yuki grabbed the sulking teenager by the hand and dragged him along the busy sidewalk.

"Where are we going?"

"To Lydia's. We made plans for dinner."

Lydia. Shuichi was really beginning to hate that name. "What does that have to do with me?"

"You are going to accompany me." Yuki replied.

"But Yuki…"

"Why are you complaining? Don't you want to go?"

"Not really. I'm not really hungry right now." Shuichi lied. Despite the fact that he had blown all of Yuki's money on food earlier that day, the recent turn of events left him hungry yet again.

"So you want me to take Lydia out to dinner by myself?"

Shuichi shrugged. "I don't own you. You can do whatever you want."

Yuki sighed. He didn't know how much of a jealous Shuichi he could take. It didn't matter. He was going to put an end to this nonsense that night. After all, he paid a fortune for this stupid vacation idea of Shuichi's. The least he could do was to try and salvage it. Never mind that the singer was a classic emotional eater, and if they didn't settle this soon, he would go through the rest of their travelers checks on food within two days.

"Shuichi, are we not in a relationship?" He asked as calmly as was possible, under the circumstances.

"Well, yeah…"

"And what do normal couples usually do to socialize with other people, as a couple?" He continued, trying to make his point as obvious as possible without insulting Shuichi.

"Well, they go out and…"

"Exactly. That is what we are going to do tonight. We are going to go out as a couple, and we will socialize with some old friends of mine. Now shut up, and try to act your age for once!" Yuki said, a little regretful that his statement sounded somewhat condescending, but he was completely out of patience with that pink haired brat. He then grabbed Shuichi's hand tightly, to prevent him from running off again, and hailed a taxi.

"Let go of me!" Shuichi complained as a cab stopped in front of them. Yuki simply opened the door and shoved Shuichi into the back seat forcefully.

Shuichi continued to complain. Yuki simply ignored him and gave the driver the directions.

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"Eiri and Shuichi, I'm so glad you could make it!" They were greeted at the door by Lydia, who proceeded to warmly embrace Eiri. She then turned to Shuichi to do the same, but Shuichi took a look at what she was wearing, a short black dress that looked like it was created just to be worn on that body. He stiffened in Lydia's embrace, and pulled back, hoping that Yuki didn't notice. The firm pinch at his side told him that Yuki had indeed noticed.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable. I just need a couple more minutes to get my makeup on." She said as he led them into the spacious beach house.

Shuichi was impressed, as he looked out the back door to see a great view of the ocean. "This place is incredible! We should have rented a house like this instead of staying at the hotel!"

"I brought it up. Remember? But you wanted to be closer to people, if I recall correctly."

Shuichi sighed. "Lydia is really pretty." He finally conceded, bringing up the one topic that had been eating away at him all day.

"Yeah."

"Did you ever sleep with her?"

"Idiot." Yuki snorted, yet wasn't all that surprised by the question. He avoided the question, knowing that answering it wouldn't help matters much. "I slept with a lot of people."

Shuichi sighed again. "We should have stayed home. Then this never would have happened." He said as he avoided looking at Yuki. He couldn't bear to do that. It was bad enough that they were having this particular conversation, and in this woman's home no less! Shuichi felt his eyes begin to swell with tears, and he promptly bit his lip. Yuki had to be mocking him. After what happened earlier at the beach, this had to be some sort of revenge.

"Shuichi, what the hell are you talking about?"

Now Yuki was teasing him. The reason why Yuki dragged him along to that woman's home was clearly obvious. Shuichi clenched his hands into two fists, certain that his unclipped fingernails were digging into the palms of his hands hard enough to draw blood.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." Shuichi simply answered as he turned around and ran past Yuki without making any eye contact. He didn't want Yuki to see him that upset.

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"Shuichi, hurry up! We're about to leave!" Yuki said as he knocked on the door to the guest bathroom where Shuichi had locked himself for the last 10 minutes.

"I don't feel good. I think I'll just take a cab back to the hotel room!" Shuichi answered over the sound of the tap running. He didn't want Yuki or that woman to know he had been crying.

"Shuichi. Please don't start. Not now, and especially not here!"

"I'm serious, Yuki. Just leave me alone."

He heard a very loud groan from the other side of the door. Amazing on the account that the water worked well to drown out any background noise.

"Fine. If you want to go, then go. I'm not going to stop you. Despite appearances, you are an adult, and should be allowed to make your own choices. But at least let me in for a second, I need to check on something."

Shuichi hesitated before slowly moving to first unlock the door and then open it. He was certain that his jaw dropped when he saw Yuki standing on the other side of the door, looking exhausted, exasperated, confused, and just plain livid.

Once the door was opened to him, Yuki let himself into the small washroom, as without taking his eyes off of Shuichi.

Shuichi recognized that look and promptly blushed. Yuki couldn't be saying…

The next few minutes were a complete blur as Shuichi's mind only registered the door slamming shut, his back pressing flesh against the beige tile wall, and Yuki mouth consuming his own, roughly and hungrily, and Yuki's hand, working his way inside the front of his pants.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening! Didn't Yuki want Lydia now? Why was he doing that? And in her house no less. Shuichi's mind was a complete mess of thoughts and questions, yet every one of them was promptly silenced with the actions of that talented tongue dancing hurriedly against his own, with that amazingly deft hand working him, driving him to a state of pure raw need.

"Yuki…" He managed to breath. He sadly noticed that the hand was gone, and his skin was suddenly chilled when the cool air in the room hit his heated sweat-slicked skin. He opened his eyes to find himself slouched to the floor, and Yuki was standing with his back to him, at the sink where he was washing his hands. He looked down to note that Yuki was nice enough to get his pants back on. Shuichi smiled. Yuki cared. He had to! Why else would he do something like that?

"You're awake, finally? Now come on. Let's get some dinner."

"Yuki. But what? But why?"

Yuki turned around and winked cryptically, with an indescribable smile - more of a smirk, actually, on his face. "Just a little present for you to remember me by." He said.

Shuichi's jaw dropped. "Yuki! What do you mean by that???" He cried.

"Oh God, not this again." Yuki rolled his eyes as he dried his hands and turned around to face Shuichi and grab one slack wrist to roughly lift him to his feet. "I'll explain later. Now lets go!" He said as he dragged the very reluctant singer out of the bathroom.

TBC…