Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Side of Gravity ❯ In Too Deep? ( Chapter 5 )

Well, my friends, Shuichi is back home and he and Yuki have entered a new phase in their relationship, but, have they gotten:

Chapter 5: In Too Deep?

"Something's wrong, Eiri!  Why can't you see that?"

His sister was angry.  He could see it in the way her eyes flashed and her nostrils flared, but he could also smell it.  It was an odd sensation.  Why did he know it was anger, and not some other emotion?  Something to think about later, in one of those rare quiet moments when he was alone.

"I'm perfectly fine, Mika," Eiri replied calmly.  "I really think you should go now.  Shuichi will be home soon."

"Shuichi is the problem!" she shouted.  "That kid's never been normal, and he's worse now!"

As always happened when they argued, the louder she got, the quieter he became.  "Mika," he replied softly, "Shuichi is my lover.  I like him the way he is."

In the silence that followed, he could hear Shuichi running up the stairs.  He wondered that Mika couldn't hear him, it seemed so loud.  Then Shuichi burst through the door, exploding into the room radiating energy and noise and scents with flagrant abandon.

"Yuki!" he shouted, "I'm home!", as if anyone could possibly be in doubt.  Then his eyes fell on Mika and he faltered to a stop, looking abashed.  Though it had been months since Eiri's illness, Shuichi hadn't forgotten that Mika and Tohma both blamed him for causing it.  "Hello, Mrs. Seguchi."  His large purple eyes managed to look even larger, making him look vulnerable and adorable to Eiri.

"Mika's just leaving," Eiri announced.

Mika turned a dark glare on him.  "We're not done talking about this, Eiri," she warned.

"Later." He stared back at her until she turned away in a huff.  As soon as the door closed behind her, Shuichi bounded across the room and into Eiri's arms.

"Is she mad at me again?" he asked, the worried sound of his voice in complete contrast to the gently insistent stroking of his tongue against Eiri's neck.

"She's always mad at you," Eiri replied.  He closed his eyes and let his nose sort through all the scents wafting off Shuichi's clothes and skin.  He smelled of the outdoors, probably having run though the park on his way home.  He also carried the scents of Hiro and Fujisaki, and the faint patina of gun oil, reminiscent of K.  It was all overlaid by the scent of his perspiration; an intimate, familiar smell that stirred Eiri's desire.  He knew exactly how Shuichi's skin would taste right now.  "Was K threatening you with a gun again?"

Shuichi looked up at him and grinned broadly.  "How did you know?" He laughed.  "Hiro wanted to leave early for a date with Ayaka, but K would have none of it."  He snuggled closer to Eiri.  "But that's why I'm late, too.  I wanted to come home an hour ago, but he made us all stay and practice extra long."  His lips brushed against Eiri's neck and Eiri felt a surge of excitement. 

"You smell so good," Shuichi whispered.  For a moment, he rested his teeth against Eiri's skin, his tongue brushing between them against the smooth flesh. Then he bit down, and Eiri moaned faintly at the brief sharp pain as his skin was punctured.  Shuichi sucked on his neck using his whole mouth, not just his lips.  The deliciously erotic sensation aroused Eiri and he pulled Shuichi tight against him.  He could feel Shuichi's erection against his leg.  He could also smell Shuichi's excitement, and he knew Shuichi was equally aware of his own arousal.

"I love you, Shu-chan," he murmured.

Shuichi immediately pushed away and stared at him, his eyes wide with excitement and joy.  Eiri didn't say the words to him very often.  Not because he didn't feel it, but because he felt to throw the words about too lightly cheapened them.  Of course, that didn't stop Shuichi from chanting the words in his ear whenever they made love, but that was different.  Shuichi was not the silent and dour Eiri.  Words poured out of him like water from a breeched dam, and that was as it should be.  Eiri took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

"Why is Mika mad at me this time?  You haven't been sick for a long time."  Shuichi pushed his lower lip out in a charming little pout as Eiri pulled his jacket off over his head.

"You have to ask?"  Eiri lifted an eyebrow at him and touched his fingers to the small red punctures in his neck.

"Oh.  That."  Shuichi's lower lip trembled slightly.  "It's not my fault, really.  And anyway, it's not like we're hurting anybody.  Or each other.  Are we?"  His big eyes fixed on Eiri's, filled with wounded uncertainty.

"No, we're not hurting anyone, or each other."  He embraced Shuichi again and kissed him deeply.  "It's no one's business but ours what we choose to do together."

Shuichi's smile lit up his face.  "Then can we go to bed now?  I'd really like it if you would…" he leaned close and whispered his request into Eiri's ear.

"Again?"  Eiri smiled indulgently.  "I should never have shown you that."

"It's fun!" Shuichi giggled excitedly.  "And it feels good."

"Fine.  Take off your clothes."

Shuichi stripped eagerly, grinning at Eiri the whole time, while Eiri looked under the edge of the bed and located the belts to their bathrobes.  Shuichi leaped onto the bed and stretched out on his back, his arms crossed above his head, and his feet bouncing up and down with excitement.  He kept grinning as Eiri bound his wrists together with the end of one belt, made a knot at the other end and wedged it down between the bed and the wall.  He then tied the other belt around Shuichi's ankles so he had about half a meter of slack between his feet.

"Now you're my prisoner," Eiri stated solemnly.  "I get to do what I want, and you have to let me."

"Oh, please don't hurt me, Master."  Shuichi tried to sound solemn, too, but he ruined it by breaking into a throaty giggle.

"Oh, I wasn't planning on hurting you," Eiri answered with a small smile.  "Not much, anyway."  He undressed slowly and watched Shuichi's excitement grow in response.  When he was naked, Eiri climbed onto the bed and leaned over Shuichi's legs.  He pushed the younger man's knees apart, exposing the inside of his slender thighs.  He could smell the blood in Shuichi's veins; warm, salty and faintly metallic.  Shuichi's pulse was racing.  Eiri leaned closer and licked the inside of Shuichi's right thigh.  The skin was smooth and soft, flavored by the salty tang of his perspiration.  He pressed his mouth against that skin, feeling the pounding of Shuichi's pulse against his lips.  Lust roared through him and he tightened his jaw, feeling his teeth break the taut skin and pierce the soft flesh beneath.  Blood spilled over his tongue and he sucked eagerly, letting it fill his mouth.  He swallowed in a quick gulp and sucked again, and then again.  Shuichi's gasps of pleasure rang in his ears.  Eiri drank until the lust in his loins overwhelmed his thirst.

He sat up abruptly, lifted Shuichi's legs and ducked between them, so the cord binding his ankles slid behind his neck.  Blood from the wound in Shuichi's thigh ran down his leg and Eiri smeared it down between his buttocks.  Then he leaned forward and thrust himself into Shuichi.  Shuichi cried out, his fists clenching and tugging reflexively against his bonds.  Eiri lifted up onto his knees and gripped Shuichi by the shins, lifting him partly off the bed at the same time.  He drove himself deeply into Shuichi's warm, tight orifice with hard, pounding thrusts of his hips.  The scent of Shuichi's hard arousal filled his nostrils and Eiri closed his eyes, savoring the smell and sound and feel of him. 

Eiri smelled Shuichi's orgasm an instant before he came, as the scent of his arousal suddenly peaked.  Then Shuichi arched up with a gasp of deep pleasure, his breathing momentarily stopped as he ejaculated.  The sudden hard contraction of his pelvic muscles as he came yanked Eiri into orgasm as well and his mouth fell open in a silent cry of ecstasy.  For a long moment, neither moved as the last traces of orgasm held them spellbound.

At last Eiri opened his eyes and looked down at Shuichi.  Shuichi's eyes were still closed and he was breathing deeply though his open mouth.  "Is that what you wanted?"  Eiri asked affectionately.

"Oh, yes!" Shuichi breathed.  He opened his eyes and beamed at Eiri.  "That was wonderful!"  Then he yawned hugely and immediately flushed with embarrassment.  "I worked really hard today," he exclaimed quickly.

"I'm sure you did," Eiri replied.  He slipped out from between Shuichi's legs and began to untie him.  "I'd better not keep you up too late.  I don't want K to come looking for me demanding to know why you're so tired."

Shuichi giggled as he rolled over onto his side and curled up into a ball.  "Like the time he shot at you to make you take me out on a date?"

Eiri spooned up against Shuichi's back and draped his free arm across him.  "Yeah, something like that.  Go to sleep."

But the order wasn't necessary.  Shuichi was already asleep.