Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Side of Gravity ❯ Strange Appetites ( Chapter 3 )

Thanks for the review Faye-Faye!  I noticed it last time, but I forgot to mention it when I posted the last chapter.  Love the feedback! *grins*

Since the last chapter was kind of short, I won't make you wait a long time for the next one.  And I know all you Yuki fans are desperate to know when he shows up.  Well, it's now!  Enjoy.  *huggles*

Chapter 3: Strange Appetites

Shuichi stared up at the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling.  It was good to be home, if only for a short while.  They were stopping over two days in Tokyo before proceeding to the next city on their tour.  He'd gotten home very late last night and had crawled into bed carefully, so as not to wake Yuki, but Yuki had stirred anyway.

"I didn't expect you until tomorrow."  He spoke without opening his eyes.

"We were all anxious to get home," Shuichi whispered back.

Yuki turned his head to look at him, and Shuichi remembered how clearly he could see Yuki's beautiful golden eyes in the dark.  "I'm glad," Yuki said softly.  "I missed you."

Shuichi immediately snuggled up against him, aching with need.  All kinds of strange and familiar desires surged through him.  Yuki smelled so wonderful, it made Shuichi hungry and turned him on at the same time.  He kissed the bare skin of Yuki's shoulder with his mouth open, stroking his tongue across the warm flesh.  The taste was arousing and exhilarating.  He licked his way along Yuki's collarbone to the hollow of his throat, then along his chin to his jaw and then to his ear.  A strange appetite was burning in his belly.  The taste and smell of Yuki was maddening.

Then Yuki embraced him and he lost control.

Now, lying in bed staring at the ceiling, he couldn't remember clearly everything he'd done last night.  But he could remember everything Yuki had done to him.  The smell of their lovemaking still permeated the room, and he could still feel Yuki inside him.  He sat up and stared at the bedroom door.  It was closed, which made the fact that he could hear Yuki in the bathroom clearly a little creepy.  He could even hear the slow scrape of the razor as Yuki shaved.  Shuichi scrambled out of bed feeling a sense of panic.  This isn't right, he thought, something's wrong with me.  He went into the bathroom to empty his bladder.

"You gave me quite a hickey last night," Yuki remarked calmly as he examined his neatly shaved face and neck in the mirror.  "It almost looks like you broke the skin."

Shuichi gulped.  "I did? I'm sorry."

"It's all right.  It doesn't hurt."  Yuki turned to look at him.  "Do you get to spend the day at home?"

"I can."  Shuichi shook himself off and flushed the toilet. "I don't want to bother you if you were planning to write, though."

"I've been writing for three weeks; the book's practically finished.  I want to spend some time with you."

Yuki sounded so matter-of-fact that Shuichi's doubt and panic vanished in an instant.  He whirled around and leaped into Yuki's arms with a cry of delight.  "Ok!  We'll spend the whole day together!  I'll go make breakfast!"  And he dashed off to the kitchen, humming happily.

Breakfast consisted of toast and tea, because Yuki never ate that much in the morning, but Shuichi was so hungry, he ate four pieces of toast, layered high with fresh currant jam and dried seaweed.  He jabbered constantly while they ate, telling Yuki about the tour, the concerts and the press parties, without ever once mentioning Mr. Satoshi Seido.

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Eiri listened to Shuichi's chatter without really paying attention.  Oddly enough, it was rather soothing.  The relentless quiet of the apartment in Shuichi's absence had started to wear on his nerves.  He sipped his tea and watched Shuichi's animated face through the rising steam.  Last night had been delightfully satisfying.  Shuichi's ferocious sexual appetite had kept him busy nearly till dawn.  But after several weeks of abstinence, it felt good to be thoroughly sated.

He still wondered at himself, though.  He remembered when he preferred the peace and quiet of solitude, and accepted female companionship mostly out of boredom.  Shuichi's vibrant personality was like a force of nature, unavoidable and overwhelming.  But Eiri didn't mind.  Shuichi could be tiring sometimes, simply because his mind seemed to scatter in many directions at once and keeping up with him could be exhausting.  But Eiri was getting used to that.  He knew when it was better not to pay too much attention to Shuichi's nonstop chatter.  And of course, he could always shut him up rather quickly with a kiss.  Shuichi would simply melt in his arms whenever Eiri kissed him unexpectedly.  It was actually rather fun.

So Shuichi was his for a whole day.  It seemed a little decadent to plan on spending it in bed, but Eiri couldn't really think of anything else he'd rather do.  He definitely didn't want to go out.  And he had the distinct impression that Shuichi would agree enthusiastically to a day of unrestrained passion. 

Eiri waited until it seemed like Shuichi had run out of things to tell him and then began to clear the table.  Shuichi immediately popped up out of his seat.

"I'll do that.  Why don't you go relax?"

Eiri laughed softly.  "Shu-chan, you've been on tour for weeks.  If anyone needs to relax, it's you."  He turned Shuichi toward the door and gave him a gentle shove.  "Go sit down.  I'll join you in a moment."

Shuichi looked back at him uncertainly as he headed out the door, but he obeyed.  Eiri cleared the remains of their breakfast off the table, washed and dried the tea cups, and put everything away before heading into the living room himself.  Shuichi was sitting on the couch with his feet tucked up underneath him.  He looked as if something were bothering him, but he brightened instantly when he saw Eiri.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, his smile wavering between uncertain and excited. 

Eiri sat down next to him and put an arm around his shoulders.  "I want to make out."

The expressions that flowed across Shuichi's face were comical.  Confusion, surprise, excitement, worry and happiness flashed by so fast he looked as if he were having an attack.  But finally, he settled on wide-eyed joy.  Eiri cupped Shuichi's cheek in his hand and drew the young man's mouth to his for a long, slow, deep kiss.  He drew Shuichi into his embrace as he kissed him, enjoying the way Shuichi pressed his body against him.  When he pulled his lips away, Shuichi's large eyes were filled with desire.

"Do you love me, Yuki?" he asked in a small, uncertain voice.

"Of course I do."

Joy radiated from Shuichi like heat from an oven.  He wrapped his arms around Eiri's neck and leaned backward, pulling Eiri down on top of him.  He nuzzled Eiri's neck as he pushed his shirt open, sliding it down partway off his shoulders.  His warm soft lips pressed caressingly against Eiri's shoulder, and then Shuichi nipped him.

"Still hungry?"

"You smell so good," Shuichi whispered.  "I can't help it."

There was a plaintive note to his voice that, for an instant, made Eiri wonder if something was wrong, but then Shuichi began pulling eagerly at his clothes, and Eiri stopped thinking about it as excitement took over.

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Eiri would not have said he was relieved when Shuichi and the band left for the next leg of their tour, but there was no denying that Shuichi had completely worn him out.  He was exhausted.  His face looked pale and drawn in the mirror and he felt like he needed to sleep for a couple of days.  Fortunately, he had no commitments or appointments for a few days, so he had time to recover.  He had no idea where Shuichi got his boundless energy.  He'd leaped out of bed that morning as bouncy as ever, kissed Eiri goodbye and dashed off singing to meet the others.  If not for the undeniable demands of his bladder, Eiri would not have gotten up at all.  But now that his immediate need was relieved, the only thing he planned to do was go right back to bed and sleep.

So he cursed roundly and with deep feeling when someone knocked at the front door.  He was not terribly surprised to find Mika standing on the other side of the panel.  She had an unnatural talent for turning up when he least wanted to see her.

"So are you going to invite me in?"

"I'd rather not.  I was sleeping."

"It's practically the middle of the day!"

"I'm a writer.  I don't have to keep normal hours."

"Yeah, right."  She pushed past him and marched into the living room.

With a sigh, Eiri closed the door and trailed after her.  "What do you want, Mika?  I really would like to go back to bed."

"What's the matter with you?  You look like shit."

"If you must know, I haven't gotten much sleep the past few days.  Shuichi was here."

Mika frowned.  "I don't know why you insist on living with that kid.  He's not good for you."

"I don't see that it's any of your business."

"So it doesn't matter that just a couple of months ago he had you coughing up blood?"

Eiri frowned.  A whole day with Shuichi was not as emotionally exhausting as an hour with Mika.  "That wasn't his fault.  I wish you would let it go.  Why are you staring at me?"

Mika's eyes were fixed on him, but not on his face.  Involuntarily, Eiri's hand lifted to the spot on his throat where Shuichi's passion had left a noticeable red mark.  Boldly, Mika stepped forward and moved his hand aside, leaning close so she could examine the mark.  Then her gaze whipped to the right and she pushed the shoulder of his shirt aside, revealing the second mark Shuichi had made.  Eiri immediately yanked his shirt closed and turned away from her before she could see any of the others.

"Excuse me, Mika, but I'd really like to go back to bed now.  Would you please go?"

"What the hell has he been doing to you?  What kind of a rash is that?"

Eiri hated yelling.  Raising his voice made his head pound for hours afterward.  Without a word, he grabbed Mika by the wrist and dragged her to the door.

"Eiri!  Let go!  Dammit!"

She struggled against his grip, but he held on tightly until he could shove her out the door and slam it behind her.  His head started pounding anyway.  Angry, he went to the bathroom to get something for the headache that was now throbbing in his temples and then crawled back into bed.  It was none of her damn business anyway.  His relationship with Shuichi was no one's business but his!

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Mom says: That's it for now.

Not that I'm shamelessly fishing for reviews or anything, but if I get comments, I'll post the next chapter sooner rather than later!