Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ This I Promise You ❯ One Wild Night ( Chapter 8 )

This I Promise You

Prequel to: Because of You

Written by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation

Story summary: Everybody assured him Rinjin Yasashii was just another obsessed fan with a crush and that there was nothing to worry about. Little did they know how wrong they all were.

Chapter summary:

Warnings: M-preg, explicit sex, language, violence, angst

Key: Blah blah blah: flashback/dream

Blah: stressed words

*: change in POV or time

 

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Chapter 8: One Wild Night

 

 

With his hands on the doorframe, Eiri sighed heavily and leaned his forehead against the closed door of the bedroom. He felt his heart breaking as he listened to his wailing sobs. He hated it when Shuichi cried. It always made him feel useless. He never knew how to handle all those tears, those eyes that pleaded and begged for his comfort. It made him very uncomfortable when his little baka turned on the water works factory. What was supposed to do? To say? He was no good at this kind of stuff, even after all of these years.

 

At first, it used to be a coping mechanism. He used to, and still did, have a hard time getting close to anyone. He believed it would just end up in disaster, but despite it all, Shuichi had somehow gotten through the layers upon layers of defenses that Eiri had set up around his heart. The little baka sank his claws into him and refused to let go. He was like a crocodile with a fresh kill or a yo-yo or boomerang. No matter how far he was thrown, he always came back. Now Eiri could not imagine his life without him. But he still had no idea how to handle him when he cried, especially now, when it was painfully clear that a friendship that had lasted over twenty years and jumped every considerable hurtle unscathed was over. Eiri could not help but feel partially guilty for that, but Shuichi and Hiro were best friends, they would work things out, maybe not tomorrow or the next day, but eventually.

 

Taking a deep breath, the romance writer straightened and steeled himself. Quietly opening the door, he called into the darkness, “Shu-chan?” He walked into the room and shut the door. Even in the twilight of the room, Eiri knew where he was going. He walked nearly blind and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling it sink under his weight and clasped his hands between his knees.

 

“Why does he hate me?” came the sobs muffled under the thick layer of blankets.

 

Eiri did not have to ask to know who “he” was. “He doesn't hate you, Shu.”

 

“Yes, he does,” the singer sobbed.

 

“Shuichi,” Eiri sighed. “You and Hiro are best friends, joined at the hip. No matter what stupid or idiotic thing you say or do, he always manages to forgive you and stay by your side. Isn't that right?” He took his husbands silence as confirmation. “Yes, the two of you have had your moments, but nobody can stay mad at you for very long. You're like a magnet. You attract everyone to you. You make everyone smile and laugh, even when they're in the deepest, darkest pits of their emotions! Take it from me, I know.”

 

Shuichi sniffed and flung the covers off his head. Slowly sitting up, he stared down at the comforter, his violet-blue eyes shining with unshed tears, and his jaw trembling. Eiri had been expecting the smaller man to throw himself at him, hugging him until it became impossible to breathe, reverting back to his happy self, but Shuichi stayed on his side of the bed, miserable.

 

“Shu?”

 

“Are you sure, he doesn't hate me?”

 

“He was just worried. Apparently, there was some miscommunication at the studio. He doesn't hate you. Don't worry so much.”

 

Shuichi nodded. He knew Eiri was right, but he could not get his “best friends” accusations out of his head, they played in an endless loop. What he said hurt a lot. The man may have had good intentions, but that did not help the singer feel any less bitter or disappointed.

 

Eiri watched and studied his significant other. Shuichi could never hide anything from anyone. His emotions played on his face so clearly it was like watching television. He had gotten better over the years, but he was a far cry from having a cop face. Eiri could be wrong, but he was guessing his tiny lover was having a hard time making up his mind about something. It appeared as if this was something he has been wrestling with for sometime and that confrontation earlier only fueled the decision. Well, whatever his husband was struggling with, Eiri knew he would stand besides him and support his decision.

 

Lifting his head, Shuichi stared deeply into Eiri's face. “Make love to me?” he asked quietly. He just wanted to forget everything and lose himself in the sensation of being with the man he loved more than anything in this world.

 

A soft smile lit Eiri's face. “Your wish is my command, Shu.”

 

Shuichi crawled out of the covers and knelt before the blond writer who turned to lay a folded leg on the bed. Eiri cupped the smaller man's face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. Leaning forward, he lightly rubbed their lips together.

 

Shuichi sighed. This was heaven.

 

“Shu.”

 

“Eiri.”

 

Eiri captured his lover's lips with his own, using a gentle play of lips, teeth and tongue to make love to his husband's mouth. Moaning, Shuichi crawled into Eiri's lap, wrapping his arms and legs around him, pulling him tightly against him. Eiri's tongue explored the dark, wet cavern with patience and finesse, caressing his baka's tongue with sweet compassion and tenderness. Shuichi snaked his tongue into his husband's mouth, exploring and caressing every wet inch. He rubbed their tongues together, petting it with sure, soft strokes. They pulled away, panting. Staring deeply into one another's eyes, they smiled. With his hands cupping the smaller man's face, Eiri pressed their noses together and chuckled. “Baka.”

 

“Pervert.”

 

“Bitch.”

 

“Bastard.”

 

“Whore.”

 

“Watakushi no kokoro.”

 

Shuichi opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out. “Cheater,” he laughed.

 

“You're just mad `cause I won.”

 

“You always win.”

 

“Damn straight,” Eiri whispered huskily.

 

Shuichi blushed.

 

As his prize, Eiri grabbed Shuichi's lips. His tongue poked at the locked lips, licking along the crack, asking for entrance. Giving it, Shuichi opened his mouth wide, allowing Eiri's tongue to plunge inside. Their tongues battled for dominance. Since Shuichi was better at the game now than he used to be, nobody won. When Eiri tongue retreated, Shu's followed, ravaging his lover's mouth. They sucked and nipped at each other's lips. Shuichi's fingers played with Eiri's hair as he kissed the man deeply and passionately, wanting to delve deeper into him.

 

Eiri's hands caressed Shuichi's side, roaming up his chest to his shoulders. He pulled off Shuichi's haori, tossing it over his shoulder, and Shuichi did the same with Eiri's. Leaving a trail of wet kisses along Shu's jaw and neck, paying close attention to the mark of ownership on the singer's neck, Eiri slid the white under kimono off the tiny shoulders, letting it pool around his narrow waist. As Eiri kissed his way down Shuichi's small but well built chest, Shuichi laced his fingers in Eiri's blond hair and made small noises he knew turned the other man on.

 

The writer kept one hand placed on the small of the singer's back and used the other to tweak and grope the sleeping nipple while he kissed the other one. He twirled his tongue around the wakening bud, sucking it like a babe suckling its mama's tit, eliciting one sharp cry after another from his little baka. Eiri felt his cock hardening as the room filled with the moans and mewling of his husband. Eiri bit the perk nipple, causing Shu to yell, arching his back and tossing his head back in pleasure.

 

Panting heavily, sweat already dotting his forehead, Shuichi breathed, “Sukida.”

 

“Love you, too,” Eiri whispered as he laid Shuichi gently back on the bed, straddling his hips and paid his neglected nipple the same attention he had given the other. He then clasped Shu's small hands together in his larger one, holding them captive above Shuichi's head. The singer wiggled a little, trying to get comfortable. The romance writer charged forward and made his conquest, sucking and biting his husband's mouth.

 

“Eiri,” Shuichi moaned into the man's mouth. He arched his hips, rubbing his hardening cock against that of his husband's. Eiri ripped his mouth away and tossed his head back, letting out a deep groan.

 

Growling, Eiri glared at the smaller man beneath him. Letting go of the small confined hands, Eiri tore at Shuichi's hakama and ripped them from his needy body, tossing them away with the rest of his own clothes.

 

Shuichi watched his lover with hungry eyes, licking his lips. A tiny growl escaped his lips. Eiri pounced onto his lover and kissed his deeply, like he was trying to eat his mouth. He ground his hips against Shuichi's, rubbing their erections together. Shuichi wrapped his legs around Eiri's waist, pressing the elder male closer into him.

 

“Eiri, I want you, now!”

 

Reluctantly, the writer released himself from the human leech and rooted around in the nightstand until he found what he was looking for. Turning back around, he licked his suddenly dry lips and stared at the sight the greeted him like a hungry man at a buffet. Shuichi's legs were bent, his knees pointing at the ceiling, and spread open wide like a mouth at a dentist's office. His member was standing at attention. Crawling onto the bed, Eiri flicked the cap of the lube and coated his fingers. Using his body to open Shu's legs wider as he crawled closer to what was now and forever his, he used his free hand to lift the smaller man slightly, while he gently slipped a coated finger into the small entrance waiting enticingly for him.

 

Shuichi gripped the sheets tightly until his knuckles turned white, holding onto them for support and he felt the slender intruder slip inside him. At first he squirmed with discomfort, his body trying to push the trespasser out. Within seconds, he was used to the strange interloper and felt his body relax. Soft gasps escaped as he felt the finger being thrust in and slowly drawn away only to be thrust back in. His back arched, his head thrown back. He gave a sharp cry as the intruder brought along with him a friend. They slipped inside, thrusting deeper and harder. He felt the pain the fingers being shoved up his ass brought, but somewhere along the way in this whole fucked up relationship with Eiri, his pain/pleasure censors had become quite screwed up. He soaked up the pain, transforming it into the greatest pleasure man or god had ever known. His mewls increased, his pants filling up the silence of the apartment. His hold of the bed sheet tightened. Just like that, he was empty. Opening eyes he could remember closing, Shuichi stared between his legs at his husband. “Eiri, what-“

 

The rest of what he was going to ask was silenced as a larger, harder intruder invaded him, thrusting against the still tight almost virginal-ness of him. Shuichi tossed his head back and screamed as his husband filled him up completely.

 

Eiri paused when he felt himself hit the end. With his hands holding him up above his lithe baka, he looked at the sweat drenched man underneath him. “Are you-“

 

Shuichi shook his head. “Don't…stop…Eiri…please…” he panted.

 

Smirking, Eiri slowly pulled himself out until just the tip of him remained, then thrust back in, slamming himself into Shuichi until his balls hit his ass. Shuichi gave a sharp cry. Loving each and every little noise the younger man made, especially the ones created because of him, Eiri gripped Shuichi's knees and pushed them into the singer's chest, spreading them wider. Situating himself, Eiri thrust back inside his husband. In and out, each thrust harder, deeper and faster than the last.

 

Shuichi's breathy moans and soft mewling was nowhere to be heard. He cried out, nearly screaming, yelling Eiri's name and the name of every supernatural being he could think of. He cried out incomprehensibly, loving the feel of his husband inside of him.

 

Almost too soon, Shuichi felt the pressure and heat building up inside of him. He felt himself rising to the top of that mountain peak and exploded over the top with a loud moan. Eiri followed his partner up that mountain trail, feeling the change in pressure. Moments later, and with one last hard jab, burst over the mountain top.

 

Both men were breathing hard, their hearts beating rapid tattoos in their chest. His arms and legs feeling like rubber, Eiri pulled out of his lover, who moaned in disappointment at the loss, and flopped onto his back besides him. Shuichi cuddled up to Eiri, wrapping his arms and legs around him.

 

“I love you, Eiri.”

 

“I know,” he whispered back, hugging his husband tight.

 

Shuichi sighed contently. This was how things should always be. Lifting his head, he peered down at his husband, who appeared to be sleeping. Sleeping? No, no. Sleeping was something the singer would not allow, at least not tonight. Grinning evilly, Shuichi straddled his husband, surprising the man. Golden hazel eyes snapped open and studied the tiny man above him.

 

Eiri grabbed Shuichi's waist. “What're you doing, Baka?”

 

Leaning forward, Shuichi whispered, “Taking advantage of you.”

 

“Really,” Eiri asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Uh, huh.”

 

Shuichi captured his lover's lips with his own, using a not so gentle play of lips, teeth and tongue to explore Eiri's mouth greedily. He wanted him. He almost always wanted him, but Shuichi felt like a dehydrated man in a desert. He just could not seem to get enough of this man. Pulling away, panting slightly, Shuichi and Eiri stared deeply into each others eyes. What they saw was reflected in both their eyes, utter trust and a love so strong, come hell or high water, they would forever be locked in the endless dance of their romance.

 

They kissed; hard and wanting. Lips parted and tongues plundered each dark, wet cave, battling like gladiators. Teeth bit and nipped. Lips sucked and pulled. It turned them both on. Eiri moaned into his husband's mouth as he felt Shuichi grab his already throbbing erection. He returned the gesture by running his hands up the man's narrow but muscled chest, splaying his hands over nipples still hard from their last rumble

 

Eiri broke the kiss and grabbed his husband's hands that were stroking him to ripeness.

 

Shuichi moaned in disappointment.

 

Grinning, Eiri flipped them over and pinned the singer once more to the bed, kneeling between his slightly parted legs. Shuichi glanced up at his lover with a look of utter trust on his face. Bending down Eiri kissed and lightly nuzzled Shuichi's jaw and down his neck. He was rewarded by the man's moans, sighs and pleasured gasps. These sounds caused Eiri to grow hard.

 

Eiri left a trail of wet kisses behind as he made his way to his husband's nipple. Shuichi linked his fingers in his husband's hair, holding him tightly in place and the man kissed than twirled his tongue around his nipple. He sucked on the bud, eliciting breathy gasps from the singer. Eiri bit his lover's nipple, causing the man beneath him to cry out in pleasured pain, his back arching off the bed. Not wanting to neglect the other one, he paid the other nipple with the same respect, with the same results.

 

With his pants increasing and sweat dotting his skin, Shuichi flipped them over so that he was straddling Eiri, his hands pinned above his head. Eiri blinked in shock and confusion. What just happened, he wondered. Shuichi grinned down at him evilly. Licking his lips, he rocked his hips over his husband's engorged member. The man arched his back and moaned out loud, pressing their cocks together.

 

Shuichi smoothed his hands up Eiri's arms, over his wide shoulders and down his chest, pinching his lover's nipples as he passed them. Shuichi blew into Eiri's belly button. Chuckling as Eiri wiggled underneath him. He licked the sensitive, taut skin around the hole before plunging his tongue inside. He kissed his way up his writer's flat stomach to his toned chest. He tweaked and groped the sleeping nipples while he kissed the other one. He twirled his tongue around the wakening bud, sucking it, pleased when he heard the low growls emanating from his husband. Shuichi felt his cock hardening as he heard the pleasured remarks from the man. He bit the perk nipple, causing Eiri to arch his back and toss his head back in pleasure. Shuichi paid as much heed with the other one.

 

Shuichi crawled down Eiri's body to his toes. Rolling his eyes up to watch his husband's reactions, he climbed up his body like a cat, letting his hands trail from his toes, over his ankle, up his muscled calves, over his knees then his thighs to cup the throbbing member between them. His hands teased and caressed, all the while keeping his eyes plastered to his husbands erotic masked face.

 

Eiri drew in shallow breath after shallow breath, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He arched, pushing his hips harder into the hands jerking him off. Brining his face down, Shuichi rubbed his face against the man's arousal. He took it into his mouth, welcoming the familiarity of it.

 

“Oh, Kami-sama,” Eiri moaned.

 

Shuichi sucked on the hard cock in his mouth, his other hand fondled with his balls and teased his bottom. As his husband continued to make mewling sounds and moan in pleasure, Shuichi probed his ass with his fingers. Eiri bucked against him, his fingers tangling themselves in his husband's hair that had somewhere along the line escaped its bun. Shuichi did not stop torturing the man until he felt muscles tense and freeze. His lover climaxed with a loud cry. Shuichi drank him in, swallowing, watching as the body beneath him relaxed.

 

He moved up the man's body and kissed him fiercely. Eiri licked the inside of his husband's mouth, tasting himself within its dark, wet confines, their hands roaming over their naked bodies. Fingers pinched, groped and teased. As they continued to devour each other, Eiri reached out blindly, searching until he found what he was looking for. He slipped it into Shuichi hands.

 

The singer glanced at the tube in his hand and stared at his husband questioningly. He knew what he wanted, but the question was, would Eiri let him? “Eiri...”

 

The corner of his lips curled into a soft smile as Eiri covered his husband's small hand over the bottle. He took hold of his other hand and helped to pour the messy goop onto the slender fingers. Setting the bottle on the bed, out of the way, Eiri positioned Shuichi's coated hands at his entrance with the other.

 

This was a dream come true for Shuichi. He was rarely given the chance to be the dominate one because one, Eiri was bigger and stronger and usually won the battles for dominance and two, Shuichi just was not dominate. He preferred to be the one of the bottom. He loved the feel of the love of his life thrusting in and out of him, filling him up, loving him. “Eiri? Are you-“

 

“Baka, I want to feel you inside of me.”

 

Bending over, Shuichi kissed Eiri chastely on the lips before stroking his lover's bottom, probing him, preparing him. He slid in one finger, thrusting, clenching it, pushing it in as far as he could. Eiri grabbed the bunched up sheets by his head and bit his lip as pleasured moans threatened to spill from his lips. Shuichi pulled his finger out and jab it back in along with its twin. He spread his fingers, stretching his lover. Eiri bucked slightly off the bed, unconsciously pushing against the two intruders. Like Shuichi, his pain/pleasure censors were a little screwed up, so what would normally be painful felt oh, so good.

 

“Shu,” he moaned.

 

Loving when the man of his dreams said his name in pleasure like that, Shuichi in three fingers, pushing the in as hard, deep and fast as he could.

 

“Oh, Kami-sama,” Eiri groaned. His eyes dropped shut and his breathing hitched. Sweat dotted his brow. “Mmm, Shuichi! Please!”

 

Shuichi loved when their roles were reversed. It did not happen often enough in his opinion. When he removed his fingers, he chuckled when he heard the disappointed sigh. Grabbing the nearly empty bottle, he coated himself, slicking his harder then a rock cock before tossing the lube aside. Sliding off his husband, he told the man to turn over. Eiri complied swiftly, liking this demanding, domineering side of his husband. A hand on Eiri's shoulder and the other on his hip, Shuichi slid smoothly inside his husband, awakening more moans and cries. Eiri grabbed himself and began masturbating as he felt his tiny lover thrusting in with enough force to rip a startled cry from his lips and then sliding back out almost torturously slow. In and out, fast, hard and unforgiving, Shuichi entered his husband, loving the tight feel of the man around him. Muscles tightened around Shuichi cock simultaneously, causing him to groan, as Eiri's climax drew near. He pumped into the tightness of his husband with long, deep, hard thrusts. They both made pleasured noises as their love making reached its pinnacle, both of them crying out loud and long.

 

Eiri collapsed onto the bed and grunted as he felt his singer pull out of him and flop on top of him.

 

Shuichi cuddled his writer, hugging him from behind and sighed contently. “I love you,” he told his husband with a huge yawn.

 

Flipping onto his back, he wrapped his arms tightly around Shuichi rubbed his face in the man's hair. “I know.”

 

Both men fell into a deep slumber, smiles plastered onto their faces.

 

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