Title: It Ends Tonight

Author: Vicious Question Mark

Rating: M

Warning: Slash (duh), EY/SS. Language, I guess, and, of course, Angsty angsty angst! You are warned.

This Story Contains Slash! Yes, that's right folks, that means guy on guy action (EY/SS)! So if you've got a problem with that, then I don't recommend reading any further.

Summary: Shuichi Shindou finally gets fed up with Eiri Yuki's careless attitude towards him. He gives the novelist an ultimatum, praying that his love will win out over his work.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any related characters/names/places/studios/etc., nor do I own the song It Ends Tonight by the All-American Rejects, because believe me when I say that, if I did, I would not be submitting my meager works online. Now that that's out of the way.

A/N: ok, so I just read the new Gravitation EX, and I gotta say…it's actually pretty good. I really hate what Murakami-sensei's done to my beloved Ryuichi, but…other than that it's pretty good. If you haven't read it yet, I strongly suggest doing so!

Chapter 10: Sleepless Night

"Mmm…Yuki…that was really good."

Dishes clinked as Yuki set them in the sink, turning to look at his lover, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Are you ready for dessert?"

"Yeah!" the pink-haired sugar fiend bounced up and down excitedly. "What is it? Strawberry shortcake, I'll b-"

The singer was silenced as Yuki swooped down on him, soft lips capturing his own in a deep kiss. Shuichi stood, stunned, allowing himself to be wrapped in the novelist's arms, his mouth opening automatically when he felt a tongue probing at his lips. After a moment he relaxed, melting into the embrace and welcoming the intrusion into his mouth. Lifting his arms, Shuichi wrapped them around his blonde lover, allowing himself to savour the unique taste of his lover, tonight the usual tobacco flavour blending with the strawberry wine they'd had with dinner. When they were finally forced to pull apart for breath, Shuichi was forced to cling to the older man for support, certain that his knees were about to give out at any moment.

"Y-yuki…" he gasped, burying his face in the soft silk of the blonde's shirt. A hand stroked his back, fingers trailing up and down before slipping under his shirt, teasing bare skin suggestively.

"I heard your song," said Yuki, sliding his other hand beneath the singer's shirt. He ran both hands up Shuichi's back, making the smaller boy shiver excitedly. "Maybe tonight I'll be able to inspire you to write something a little less depressing…" he leaned down, trailing his tongue along the shell of Shuichi's ear, his lips brushing against it as he whispered, "What do you think?"

Shuichi shivered, clutching the material of Yuki's shirt tighter in his fists. "I th-think," he whispered, pressing himself as close to his lover as possible. "That you're off to a good…mm…great start…"

The novelist chuckled, tilting Shuichi's face up to deliver a kiss to his pink lips. "Come on, brat." Positioning his arms beneath the boy's armpits, he lifted the boy off the floor, kissing him again. Shuichi immediately wrapped his skinny legs around the blonde's waist, holding himself tight to Yuki's body, tangling his tongue with the older man's.

Yuki carried Shuichi through the apartment haphazardly, bumping into furniture and knocking the smaller boy against doorframes, lips still attached, but finally managed to get them into his bedroom, now theirs once more. Without warning he pushed the singer from him, landing him on the bed with a bounce. Shuichi stared up at him and licked his lips, leaning back on his elbows. The blonde man followed him onto the bed in one graceful dive, holding himself over his smaller lover, capturing his mouth again in a fiery kiss. This time it was Shuichi who deepened it, running his tongue over Yuki's lips, nipping at them with his teeth until he was granted entrance into the deliciously warm, wet cavern of his lover's mouth. Shuichi groaned as Yuki's tongue met his, arching upwards off of the bed towards him.

So long…it's been so long…

"Months. Two months, six days."

Shuichi's eyes opened in surprise. Had he spoken out loud? Oops. But wait…so Yuki had been keeping track?

"Damn right I was keeping track." The blonde's tongue ran up his neck to his ear. "I didn't have sex for two months, you think I'm not going to keep track?"

Oops again. Being alone so long had gotten him into the habit of talking to himself – it was what he'd done almost every night as he lay in bed, alone except for his thoughts. That was a habit he'd have to break soon, but for now…for now he just giggled and pulled Yuki into another kiss.

"Think we can fit two months and six days worth of sex into one night?"

"If you're asking if that's physically possible…I doubt it. If you're asking if I'm going to try and do it anyway," Shuichi's pants were down his legs and off his feet in one swift yank. "Then yes." The singer gasped as a hand snaked its way down his stomach and under the waistband of his boxers, his gasp turning into a breathy moan as the hand began toying with his erection.

"Yuki…"

It had been his fantasy every night, every time that he touched himself, it was always Yuki; Yuki's hands, lips, tongue, wrapping themselves around his cock, bringing him to the edge of orgasm and back down again repeatedly before finally, finally giving him the release that he needed, arching upwards and crying out Yuki's name. Those nights, every time he would open his eyes and be jerked harshly out of his fantasies to find that it was his own hand he'd been thrusting into, and that he and his sheets were covered in an inconvenient, unpleasant sticky mess. But not now, not this night, and hopefully never again. Now it really was Yuki's fingers massaging him, teasing him, stroking him with one hand while the other slid up he shirt again, pausing to play with one pert nipple, giving it a good pinch and muffling Shuichi's squeal of pain and pleasure with his mouth.

In another moment Shuichi's shirt had flown over his head and landed somewhere on the other side of the room, his boxers quickly following it, joining his pants on the floor at the end of the bed. He was completely naked now, except for his socks, and Yuki was still fully clothed but that didn't matter as long as he just kept stroking, just tightened his hands a little more, just like that, just don't stop, don't-

Shuichi groaned in displeasure as Yuki's hands suddenly left him. He knew the novelist was still there, he could feel his weight straddling his hips, could feel where the bed was indented under his knees, but could not, for the life of him, figure out why he was not being touched. He cracked his eyes open, staring up at his lover from under heavy lids. The blonde was staring at him, right arm holding left elbow as his chin rested on his hand.

"…Yuki?"

"You've gotten thinner."

Shuichi blinked. "…Oh…um…do you…I mean…" he blushed. "Do you…not…w-want…to…?"

Another kiss sent all fear of stopping mid-foreplay out the window.

"Hell no." The blonde sat up again, placing his hands flat on Shuichi's chest. "I was just…looking at you. After all, I haven't seen you for two months."

The singer's violet eyes filled with tears. "R-really?"

"Oh shut up, brat." And the hands went back to work, caressing, pinching, shaping, molding Shuichi's pliant flesh beneath them. Yuki knew everything about him, exactly where to touch him and kiss him, what would torture him the most, and what would make him go absolutely wild, and he used this knowledge to his full advantage. In moments the singer was writing beneath him, emitting small gasps and groans of pleasure, thrusting his hips upward, grinding himself against the novelist's own erection, desperately seeking friction. Shuichi's hands tore at his lover's clothing, roughly unbuttoning the black silk shirt (and sending several buttons flying) and all but tearing it off his shoulders, sending it flying across the room to join his own shirt. As he began to work at loosening Yuki's belt, he pulled himself up to kiss the other man's chest, hairless, flawless skin reddening and bruising under his oral assault. The blonde groaned loudly and let his head roll back as Shuichi's mouth closed over one of his nipples, the tip of his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh, fingers finally unbuckling the belt, unbuttoning the button and unzipping the fly of the novelist's pants, yanking down the blue silk boxers underneath to free the unbearable hardness from its cloth prison. Shuichi closed his teeth around the nipple in his mouth and bit down, eliciting another groan from the normally silent blonde. He grinned to himself.

Unable to wait any longer, Yuki tumbled Shuichi back onto his back on the bed, clumsily kicking off the last of his own clothing and reaching over to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. It was edible, flavoured like strawberry. Like Shuichi. Pouring some of the thick liquid over his fingers, Yuki captured the singer's lips in another kiss as he prodded gently at Shuichi's entrance, teasing the small opening and the skin around it, slicking lube everywhere and finally, finally slipping his finger inside. Shuichi moaned around Yuki's tongue, bucking his hips forward. Another finger was added and together they stretched him, explored him, prepared him for what would come next, and what was much, much larger. The singer nearly screamed as a third finger was added, and the hand inside him twisted, fingers hooking upward to find that one spot…

"YUKI!"

Mmm, that was it. Yuki smirked to himself and withdrew his fingers, satisfied that his lover was fully prepared. He traced his still-slick forefinger around Shuichi's lips.

"Are you ready?"

Rather than reply with words, Shuichi sucked the finger into his mouth, closing his eyes as he tasted himself mixed with the strawberry-flavoured lube, swirling his tongue around the digit expertly. Apparently his response was more than enough for Yuki, because he had barely had time to wrap his mouth around the fingers before he felt the large, blunt head of Yuki's cock at his entrance. He shivered in anticipation, grabbing Yuki's wrist and pulling another finger into his mouth, nearly inhaling them as he gasped as he was impaled on the impressive length and width that could only belong to one Eiri Yuki. When the novelist had buried himself as far as he could in his smaller lover he paused, giving the boy time to adjust. He was hot, wet, and oh-so-deliciously tight, and it took all of the blonde's control to not simply fuck him through the mattress right then. There would be plenty of time for that later. When Shuichi opened his eyes and looked up at him expectantly, Yuki knew he had the green light. Without further warning he pulled almost all the way out of that beautiful ass and unceremoniously slammed back in, repeating the action over and over, sliding Shuichi a little upwards on the bed with each thrust until finally Shuichi had to reach back and steady them, to stop his head being rammed into the headboard. His other hand was gripping Yuki's bicep, hard enough to bruise, and his legs were locked securely around the novelist's waist, toes curling as hips were adjusted and the angle changed, so that each new thrust sent Yuki's cock ramming into his prostate. Within minutes Shuichi was shouting, legs tightening around his lover's waist as he came, spraying both their bodies with his seed. A few more thrusts and Yuki too was over the edge, going rigid above Shuichi, a look of pure bliss on his face as he filled his lover to the brim with his sex, white-hot and throbbing. The singer groaned at the familiar, more-than-welcome feeling, allowing his limbs to relax and drop akimbo onto the bed as Yuki collapsed almost on top of him, landing mostly on his side with one arm and leg draped over his chest and hips.

"…wow…" It was the only thing he could think to say, once he got his breathing back under control. The novelist chuckled at his speechlessness.

"Two months and five days to go."

A/N: Ok, so this chapter definitely wasn't out as soon as I had planned – I just haven't been feeling inspired, even for a hot steamy lemon scene! So now its midnight and I have school in the morning, but the chapter is finished! So what'd ya think, huh? You guys know the drill by now – please review! Oh, and no worries. Shuichi and Yuki will have lots more hot man-lovin' before the end.