Welcome readers.

I hope you enjoy this short little Gravi fic that I have come up with. It will only be about 5 chapters long. Please read and review as you go! I'd appreciate the input

This is a Yuki/Tohma story, but the ending is not what you would expect. We all know the unlikelihood of their relationship, and if you know my stories..I am all about the angst aspect XD

So please, stick with the story even if you aren't a fan of the pairing. I'm sure you'll be satisfied by the end. There is only one lemon scene, and it is in this first chapter. After that it is nothing but plot. So hang in there!

Shall we begin?

Chapter 1

Tohma looked down at the meal before him with a smile that lit up his entire face. It was truly an honor to have a chance to eat some Eiri's cooking. Tohma had been quite surprised when the writer had called him up randomly and said that he wanted to cook dinner for him. Usually it was the other way around, so it was a very pleasant surprise indeed.

"Thank you so much for making such a wonderful looking meal, Eiri-san." Tohma beamed at his friend.

"You don't have to thank me. This was my way of thanking you, after all." Eiri put down his cigarette, shoving the end of it into the ashtray and extinguishing the small flame.

Eiri had been having a difficult month and Tohma knew it. He had been holed up in his office, typing diligently away. His editor was looking for another chapter to the new book and Eiri was being forced to comply. Not only that but Shuichi was away on tour promoting Bad Luck's new album and so the singer had barely been around for the last four weeks. As if that wasn't enough, Mika had badgered her brother into visiting their father for a few days and that was always enough to drive Eiri insane.

Tohma knew all of this and had been trying his best to take care of his younger friend. He cooked him meals and gave him reason to break away from the book and rest his eyes, even if it was only for an hour or so. Eiri had started to look tired after the first week and Tohma had known then that the writer wasn't taking care of himself. Tohma took it upon himself to become the mother hen and pamper Eiri, at least until Shuichi returned from his tour.

"So eat already. If you just stare at it then it will get cold," Eiri said as he picked up his glass of whiskey. He had poured drinks for both of them, and although Tohma rarely indulged in such a strong beverage, he felt entitled to enjoy it since it was Eiri who had poured it for him.

Tohma picked up his chopsticks and stuck them down into the chicken and rice meal that Eiri had prepared. It looked and smelled good, but Tohma had never had Eiri's cooking so he was prepared for anything as he lifted the first bite to his lips. As soon as it was in his mouth he was surprised by the wonderful sensation that came to it. "It's delicious, Eiri-san!"

This brought a slight smile to the lips of the writer as he watched his dinner guest. He put the glass of whiskey down and picked up his own utensils. "Don't sound so surprised. I have been living alone for quite some time you know."

Tohma knew this, but because he had always been the one to worry about whether Eiri was eating well, it had never crossed his mind that the writer might actually know how to prepare his own meals. "I'm sorry Eiri-san. I shouldn't have been so surprised." For years Tohma had felt like he had to protect and care for the younger man. Ever since that incident, Tohma had felt he needed to. That it was the only way that either of them would forgive and forget. Tohma blamed himself for what happened and would rather die then let something harm his friend ever again. That made him overprotective at times and also made him a very dangerous individual when Eiri was concerned, but Tohma didn't care what others thought of him. His only concern was for this man that he cared for so deeply. Eiri was his best friend and he had always considered him that. Tohma had done everything he could to stay close, even when Eiri had tried to push him away. With Shuichi in the picture however, Eiri's personality had started to change. He was more accepting of Tohma's attempts at friendship and he seemed to enjoy his company just a little more then he had used to.

"Don't apologize, Seguchi. Just eat." Eiri stuffed some of the food into his own mouth, quickly chasing it down with another swig of his alcohol.

Tohma watched this with a bit of a frown. He also worried that Eiri drank too much for his own good. He had been drinking beer when Tohma arrived earlier that evening and now to be drinking such a hard drink…Tohma tried not to think about his friend getting sick. He didn't want to say anything negative and spoil the wonderful evening that he had been having with his friend.

The meal progressed with barely any talking. Tohma was too busy filling his face with the delicious taste of Eiri's cooking to say much of anything. Much to his surprise he was drinking quite a bit as well. Every time his glass was empty, Eiri would immediately fill it up again. Tohma was not a hard drinker by any means, but having so many in a row so quickly was definitely starting to affect him. His head was starting to swim and he felt quite happy and warm throughout his body. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten drunk but he was getting closer to experiencing it again with each sip he took.

Eiri had had about twice as much alcohol as Tohma and was also starting to feel the affects, but not nearly as badly as the blond keyboardist was. Tohma was even staggering as he made his way to the couch after their meal was done. Eiri followed much slower, his own steps a little uncertain, but bringing the bottle of alcohol with him as well as their glasses.

Tohma plopped down on the large sofa and laid his head back against the cushion. "What a pleasant evening…what should we do now, Eiri-san?"

"Do?" Eiri sat down about a foot away from Tohma, placing the glasses on the table and filling them back up. "We're drinking, isn't that enough?"

Tohma lifted his head up very slowly. His mind filled with thoughts that perhaps Eiri had had another bad day and was trying to drink away his sorrows. Hoping that wasn't the case he tried to push the bad thought from his mind. As he lifted his head, it felt very heavy and he wondered if he had the strength to keep it above his shoulders. "Well…don't you do things when you drink? What about those games that people play? Don't people play games?"

"Games? You can't possibly mean those stupid party games that kids play…I'm not playing those." Eiri turned up his nose a little and brought his glass to his lips once more.

Tohma reached over and tugged on his friend's sleeve. "Then what do you do when you drink?"

"That's all I do. Just drink."

Tohma pouted a bit at that answer. He had hoped for something a little more exciting then that. He was not a social drinker by any means but the more he drank the more he thought there was something else that was supposed to go with it. His body was heavy but strangely he was feeling full of energy now as the alcohol cursed through his body. "That's no fun Eiri…"

"Guess I'm just a boring guy." Eiri looked over at the young face of his friend. Tohma's cheeks were red and his eyes were shiny. "I think you've had enough." Eiri also knew that he should have stopped several drinks ago as well. The alcohol was making him tired and he knew if he just fell asleep now he would have a headache in the morning. He hated to see Tohma have the same fate though. Eiri reached down to grab the glass but to his surprise Tohma made a lunge for it.

"Not done!" Tohma rushed at the glass with so much force that it knocked them both off the couch, sending them crashing to the ground. Eiri grabbed for Tohma, hoping to break his fall a little, but instead they ended up in a pile between the couch and table. "ow ow ow.." Whined Tohma as he reached up to rub his head.

Eiri groaned and pushed himself up a little, opening his eyes to stare down at the face of his older friend. He had landed on top of the blond and was afraid he might have injured him in some way. His hands were palm down on either side of Tohma's head, "Are you okay?"

Tohma started to shake his head and then opened his eyes to stare up into the golden orbs of his friend right above him. He had wondered why his body felt so heavy and now he knew why. "Mm…head hurts a little...You okay?" Tohma tried to control his breathing and his body from reacting to the position they were in. He knew he was blushing but he hoped that Eiri only thought it was from the alcohol. He was touched by the worried expression in his friend's eyes and it softened the writer's entire face making him even more handsome.

Eiri continued to stare down into Tohma's eyes. There was something in them that he couldn't place. A look he hadn't seen in awhile and whatever it was it was making him think things he had hoped not to think about his friend. Unfortunately for him, his self restraint was starting to lose out to the alcohol. Without realizing what he was doing, Eiri leaned down. He placed a kiss on Tohma's forehead as if that would remedy the pain. "better?" Eiri's voice was a little husky as he asked. He was sure it was the alcohol talking or maybe it was the lack of intimacy since Shuichi was away, but being on top of Tohma at that moment was making his body tremble with desire.

"yes…" The reply was weak. It was hard to get that reply out. Eiri wasn't moving farther away and Tohma could still feel his breath on his forehead. Not fully aware of his actions, Tohma reached up and wrapped his arms around his friend's waist. His heart wanted to escape from his chest but he didn't care. Right now he wanted nothing more then to keep the feel of Eiri close to him.

Responding to the contact Eiri moved his lips down Tohma's face. He didn't stop until they rested against the other set of lips. Then he pressed them against Tohma's with a hunger that surprised even him. Tohma's body shivered and his arms tightened their hold as he kissed the younger man back. How many years had he longed for this? The little voice in his head known as his conscience screamed at him to stop, but Tohma didn't listen.

Eiri pressed his tongue into Tohma's mouth, letting it explore the depths of this new territory. Tohma's own tongue responded willingly. Before long though Eiri pulled away, moving his lips across Tohma's cheek and then down to his neck, sucking and biting into the tender flesh. Tohma turned his face, giving Eiri as much of his neck as he could. He gasped in pleasure as the writer nibbled his way down, until he reached the edge of Tohma's shirt.

Growing at the nuisance, Eiri slid his hands down Tohma's body and then up the shirt, expertly removing the troublesome clothing with hardly any change in position. Eiri continued his exploration of the older man's body, moving a string of kissing along his collarbone. All the while Tohma was feverishly working at the buttons on Eiri's shirt, with much less skill then Eiri had shown, especially since he was unable to even see the shirt he was attempting to remove.

Eiri finally helped Tohma in freeing himself of the blue shirt and then he proceeded with his tour of Tohma's body. His hands were now working on the pants as his tongue traveled down the center of Tohma's chest. Tohma squirmed a little as his pants became tighter and tighter, longing for Eiri to finish removing them so that he might have a little relief. Instead Eiri seemed to like toying with the fact that Tohma was growing increasingly uncomfortable. He reached his hand down inside the waist of the pants, caressing the tender part of Tohma's body. It throbbed against the hand touching it and Tohma whimpered, reaching down to remove the article of clothing himself. Eiri grabbed the hands, pulling his free of the pants and pinning Tohma's down. He rubbed his body against Tohma's as he moved upward again so that his face was once again at Tohma's neck.

"What's wrong Seguchi?" Eiri's voice said seductively, a hint of playfulness mixed in.

"Please…Eiri…" Tohma's voice was strained and raspy from the throbbing between his legs.

"Please..what?" Eiri nipped at the soft neck before him.

"Please take me …" Tohma was pleading. He wasn't sure how much of this playing he could handle.

Eiri seemed to be more then happy to oblige as he released Tohma's hands and removed the pants and underwear that he been so restricting. Tohma pressed the back of his head into the carpet, preparing for whatever Eiri might do to him next.

Eiri didn't waste any time. He pressed his lips against the older man's erection, letting his tongue lick up everything that was escaping. Then he opened his mouth and took Tohma inside of him completely. When Eiri heard the moan from his friend he knew that was just what he had been waiting for. Eiri started to move along it, sucking gently. Occasionally he would bite it ever so slightly. He just wanted to hear Tohma's moan.

Tohma gripped the carpet with his fingers. Sweat broke out all over his body as he started to move with the rhythm of Eiri's movements. Eiri started to go faster and faster and Tohma knew he was rapidly approaching his breaking point. His breathing quickened and he felt like he was going to explode as the younger man's lips and tongue continued to have their way with him. Finally he knew he could hold back no longer. "Eiri!" He gasped.

Eiri knew what that meant and took the older man in his mouth completely again. Tohma came almost as soon as he was fully inside. He arched his back as he released into the warm mouth of his friend.

Once he was sure he had every ounce of the liquid inside him, Eiri pulled away, but he wasn't done. It was time for him to be freed from his own discomfort. He had unbuttoned his own pants for a little relief but he was going to need to remove them completely now. Eiri slid up Tohma's body again. "My turn."

"No…" Tohma murmured almost breathlessly.

"That's not fair.." Eiri growled. Whether Tohma liked it or not, he was going to have to ease this tension.

"Not here…" Tohma finally managed to say. He knew he had rug burns on his back already. He wanted to go someplace better so that he could truly enjoy the feeling of Eiri inside of him.

Eiri growled at the fact that this would take much more time, but he stood up. He picked Tohma up as well, as he was still recovering from his own release. He threw the naked older man over his shoulder and headed down the hallway. Upon reached his bedroom he slammed the door shut and laid Tohma down on the bed. Tohma was immediately thankful for the soft sheets that now were against his back.

Eiri removed his pants as quickly as he could and then grabbed the lube from the drawer by the bed and prepared himself before crawling onto the bed and Tohma. As soon as Tohma felt Eiri's erection against his skin, he started to get hard again as well. Eiri leaned down and kissed Tohma roughly on the mouth. His hands set to work on Tohma again, wanting him to be nice and hard before he began to enter the other man.

Once Eiri felt Tohma was ready, he ended the kiss and sat up just enough that he could roll Tohma over onto his stomach. Tohma obediently got into a kneeling position on the bed. Eiri reached around and latched onto Tohma's erection again as he pressed his own against him. At the feeling of this Tohma put his head back, so many sensations were running through his body all at once that he almost couldn't handle it.

Eiri entered the other man slowly at first, relishing in the feel of the tightness around him. Once he was inside of him completely he was very still for a second and then started to move in and out. He was very slow at first as if he were investigating this new place. Then slowly his pace quickened, stroking Tohma at the same pace. Tohma arched his back and latched onto the sheets below him.

They both knew when they were near. Eiri came almost all the way out of Tohma before thrusting himself all the way inside the blond keyboardist, gripping Tohma tightly as he pressed his body as close to the other man's as he could. Together they moaned as they simultaneously released. Eiri flowed into Tohma's body, making Tohma's entire body quiver with pleasure as the keyboardist released over Eiri's hand and the sheets below him.

When it was done Tohma collapsed against the sheets, Eiri still inside him. Eiri leaned down and kissed Tohma's shoulder tenderly and started to remove himself. The writer was exhausted. It had seemed like forever since he had slept with anyone and he had started to grow antsy.

"No…please…I want to feel you inside me just a little longer," Tohma whispered, his eyes closed as he took in the smells and the feelings and everything that went along with what just happened.

Eiri obliged for a few seconds and then pulled out, collapsing onto the bed next to Tohma. Tohma summoned enough strength to slide closer and snuggle against the writer, breathing in his scent. Neither felt any regrets in what they had done, but their minds were now clouded not just with alcohol, but the emotions and experience they had just had. Evidence of the night was left both there and in the living area, but neither had the desire or strength to clean up themselves or the area around them.

It wasn't long before they were both asleep, curled up on top of the covers of Eiri's bed. They slept deeply and didn't stir until the sun rose high the next day.