Disclaimer: This is getting really annoying. I don't own Gravitation!
After a moment's hesitation, Shuichi followed Yuki into his bedroom, where he found Yuki had just finished changing for bed. The blonde man stood in his boxers facing away from the boy, closing his closet door. Yuki turned around to find Shuichi staring at him, watching the curves of his fluid movement, admiring the soft color of his bare skin, taking in as much of his mercurial lover as he could. Shuichi blushed and turned away when he realized he had been caught, apologizing furiously.
Yuki scoffed. "So it's fine when you see me like this in bed, but not now, brat?" he advanced toward Shuichi, running a hand through his hair. "Or in the shower, hmm?"
Shuichi blushed an even deeper shade of red, but turned to face Yuki again. "N-no…" he began. Yuki stood in front of Shuichi; he put a hand on each side of him, pinning the boy between himself and the wall.
"What should we do with you?" Yuki asked, his face dangerously close.
Shuichi tried his luck. "Well, you –could- kiss me."
"I could. But maybe… you need to learn a lesson, for coming home so late."
"I already told you, I- umph!" Shuichi's protest was cut short as Yuki kissed him.
"Maybe, you don't." Yuki said after a moment's kiss.
"Yuki… what's going on?" Shuichi asked, hesitantly at first, eyeing his lover carefully. Yuki never cared when he came home late, or rarely if he came home at all.
"What do you mean?" Yuki feigned ignorance.
"You're acting different. It's weird." A pout formed on Shuichi's features.
Slightly frustrated, Yuki scowled. "You're always complaining about how I need to care more, and then when I do, you get scared," He straightened up, and let his hands fall to his side. "I don't get you."
"I'm sorry Yuki!" Shuichi moved from leaning against the wall to leaning on Yuki's chest, arms around the older man. "I was just afraid that you might be Tatsuha, or… or… "
Yuki flinched at the mention of his brother's name. Was he really so cold to his own lover, that on the occasion that he was nice he was mistaken for someone else? He brought his arms around Shuichi, glad that there was no microwave to disrupt them now.
Shuichi made an appreciative noise low in his throat, snuggling his head against Yuki's chest. "Yuki, can we stay like this?" he asked.
"No."
"Yuki!" Shuichi pulled away, facing his lover with a face of confusion.
"Let's lie down instead." Yuki offered a rare smile.
"Yuki…" Somehow his hand met Yuki's, and Shuichi climbed into the bed after him. Once they were settled with Shuichi half in the crook of Yuki's arm and half on top of him, Shuichi used the hand that wasn't pinned under Yuki to trace the tear Yuki had drawn.
"You know, you really should wear make up more often." He said.
"… What, to make me look even more gay?" Yuki asked in his usual cynical tone.
Shuichi scowled. "No. I like it."
"Okay. Then have fun with it while it's there."
"… Fine." Pulling his arm out from under Yuki, Shuichi resettled himself on top of Yuki.
"What are you doing?" Yuki asked with a frown.
"Having fun." Shuichi said simply before claiming Yuki's lips as his own.
It's over. Because there's nothing else for me to write, so I'm not even extending it anymore. Yeah, another plot-less fic. If you're going to flame me, at least don't do it just because there's not plot.
((sigh)) Review, please?