Ok folks, this story popped into my head after watching "Lyrics of Love" for the hundredth time and refused to leave me alone!! It's just a bit of nonsense, but I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer! This is my first Gravitation story, so please be kind!

Disclaimer: I own the series. I own the OVAs. Unfortunately they won't let me buy the copyright. They won't even let me rent them! Greedy bastards……..

Silvery moonlight trailed its soft rays over the two lovers curled between silken sheets. Yuki watched with a small smile as Shuichi's slim finger faintly drew the kanji for 'love' on his sweat glistened chest. Over and over he repeated the process as though it would permanently brand the young author. Never the one to be openly verbal about his deep feelings for Shuichi, he pressed a kiss into the singer's unruly burgundy locks.

Shuichi smiled and sighed contentedly against Yuki's shoulder. "I love you, too."

Yuki Eiri chuckled softly before heaving an exhausted sigh and letting his heavy lids slowly drift close. It had been a long, stressful day of writing to meet the final deadline of his latest novel, followed by an intense round of lovemaking with Shuichi to help the hyper little vocalist burn off some of his boundless energy. It was always the best – not to mention most pleasurable – way to ensure they would both get some much needed sleep! But now, Eiri was more than happy to finally surrender to the lure of sweet oblivion.

Shuichi continued to run his fingertip across the writer's slick skin in a slow, soothing motion while humming the song he'd performed for his love at the Tokyo Music Fest two years ago. Things between them had never been easy, but at least now they were a tad bit more stable. Letting the tensions of the day melt away as he lulled Yuki to sleep, a sudden thought snagged in his brain. "Yuki?" he called softly.

"Hmm?"

"Are you asleep?"

"I would be if you would shut the hell up," Yuki murmured tersely.

Shuichi was undaunted by the curt tone and propped himself up on one elbow. "Can I ask you something?"

Cracking one eyelid open just enough to glare at the singer he grumbled, "If I said 'no' would you shut up and let me sleep?"

"No," Shuichi replied with a wide, mischievous grin.

"Will this take long?"

"That all depends on your answer."

The groan of resignation that escaped his lover was all the encouragement Shuichi needed. Sitting up, he turned to face Yuki and drew his knees up to his chest. "Why don't you ever write anything for me?"

Breathing out a long suffering sigh, he sat up as well. He'd known this question would pop up sooner or later, he'd just prayed that it would have been much, much later. "I wrote you a song," he shot back.

That reminder had the singer's back stiffening in protest. "A song that you gave to Nittle Grasper to perform!" he whined.

"Oh, for Buddha's sake! Seguchi let you release your own version, didn't he?

Before the familiar argument could escalate further, Shuichi took a calming breath and let his face settle into his most serious visage. "Never mind that. I meant, you're this great author, published in forty different languages and people all over the world get to drown in your words. We've been together over two years now, Eiri, and the most romantic thing you've written for me is 'I'm booked all day, don't wait up'!"

Eiri stared at him, struck dumb at the vision Shuichi presented to him. It was moments like these that he realized just how much the brat had been trying to grow up. The moonlight caught and shimmered on the tears that glistened in those deep violet orbs. His eyes always had the unique ability to raise his lagging spirits into the heavens or rip the beating heart from his chest, as they were doing right now. The soft light bathed the singer's lithe, naked form, making his skin seem almost ethereal in its glow. The creative side of his brain that never really rested stored the descriptions away for a later time as he tenderly cupped Shuichi's cheek. "Is it really that important?"

Shuichi nodded slowly as a single tear managed to escape his desperate hold on them and trailed down the side of his face.

Eiri gently wiped the droplet away with the pad of his thumb. "Fine then. I'll write something just for you, Shuichi."

"Really?!" he cried in elation, flying into his lover's arms and tumbling them both back onto the pillows. "Really, truly?"

"I said I would, didn't I? Now go to sleep you damn brat!"

The next morning, Yuki Eiri sat at his desk waiting for the last pages of the manuscript to finish printing. As he slowly sipped his coffee, his gaze fixed on the stupid photo sticker Shuichi had stuck to the top right hand corner of the laptop's monitor. Golden eyes softened as his thoughts drifted back to that long ago day spent at Odiaba Amusement Park. Unfortunately, those pleasant memories never failed to lead to the darker and infinitely more tormented ones of his distant past. Pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the tension that was beginning to build behind his eyes, he thought, Will I never be free of this torture?

Shaking those desolate thoughts away, Eiri murmured to the tiny, exuberant face in the photo, "Even after all this time, I still can't figure you out. How can you love someone as fucked up as I am?"

"Printing complete," the electronic voice informed him. Gathering the thick sheaf of papers and stuffing them into their envelope, Yuki sighed. "I'm a real bastard to you most of the time, yet you always come back begging for more! And now you want me to write something for you…." After downing the last of his now cold coffee, he smirked wryly. "If you only knew that everything I've written since meeting you has a small piece of you in it!"

He set the mug down and slid the legal pad in front of him. A wicked grin flashed across his features before he pulled an envelope out of the desk's center drawer.

"Wake up, Brat!" Yuki called angrily from the doorway.

Shuichi mumbled incoherently and flopped onto his stomach. Eiri rolled his eyes dramatically before marching to the end of the massive bed, grabbed one slender ankle in a brutal grip and literally dragged the unconscious boy from the soft mattress.

Warm, pliant flesh met the cold, unyielding wood floor with enough force to wake the dead. "YUKIIIIIIII!" Shuichi shrieked in outrage.

"Should have gotten your lazy ass up," he replied flippantly while putting flame to the unlit cigarette that dangled from his lips. "Sakano just called rambling on about the track you finished yesterday getting lost or something."

Pounding the floor with both fists in a full blown temper, Shuichi screamed. "AH SHIT! You have got to be kidding me!! It's not fair!! My first day off in over a month…." He sniffled a bit and looked up at his lover apologetically. "I was going to order us a fancy dinner and everything!" That was when he noticed the delectable sight of Eiri in a pair of perfectly tailored jet black dress pants and the azure silk shirt he'd given the writer for his birthday. "Where are you going so early?" he asked in disappointment. Yuki never dressed like that just for him.

"Don't you know how to read a calendar, you idiot?" he asked in a gruff tone while exhaling a lungful of smoke. "You aren't the only one with deadlines to meet!"

"Oh," the singer said, blushing slightly at the reprimand. "Will you be gone all day?"

Yuki shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and said, "I have no idea, but it sounds like you'll be the one working into the wee hours tonight." He turned to head off down the hallway and called over his shoulder. "I left you a quick breakfast on the table. Better get your ass in gear, Shu. Hiro will be here any minute. I'll see you later."

Shuichi sat on the floor in silent shock. Yuki calling him by that shortened nickname was akin to saying, 'I love you'! He bolted to his feet and chased after the blonde.

Pounding footsteps was the only warning Eiri got before Shuichi launched himself onto his back, squealing in an octave high enough that it should have shattered every piece of glass in the apartment! However, he couldn't help but smile as his arms automatically hooked the firm legs to prevent the boy from sliding off.

"You're the best, Yuki!"

"Yeah, Yeah." He reached back far enough to place a sharp SMACK on the singer's bare ass and chuckled. "I wonder if the editors will wait a few hours…."

"Don't tease me like that," Shuichi laughed. "Besides, even if they do, I doubt K will." He continued to cling to Eiri's neck until they reached the living room, nibbling on the cuff of his earlobe before dropping to the floor. "I'll try to make it home early tonight so we can celebrate."

"Don't kill yourself on my account, Brat," Eiri warned as he stubbed out the cigarette. "We can't do much celebrating if you're falling asleep in your soup!"

Shuichi sighed dejectedly. "It's just the lamest kind of luck! I can't believe we have to cut the whole song again!"

Tipping the boy's chin up to meet his gaze, Eiri soothed, "It's not like you're starting from scratch, right? They know the music, you know the song, so just get in there and get it done. If it helps just picture me naked in the back of the room…."

"If I do that, I won't be able to sing a single note!" he giggled. "Thanks Yuki. You're the best."

"Don't forget it, lover-boy."

Shuichi stuck his tongue out at the author. "Jerk! Go meet with your publishers, I'll call you later." He placed a tender kiss upon Eiri's lips before moving back to the bedroom to dress.

Gathering his briefcase and keys from the coffee table, Eiri moved to the front door while calling back, "Better dress warm, it's supposed to be a bit chilly today!"

"I love you, too," came the sing song voice just before water from the shower was heard.

When Shuichi's voice rose above the powerful spray, Eiri shook his head and smiled as he slipped into his loafers and left their apartment. It might just be a good day after all…

In record time, Shuichi was showered, hair fashionably mussed and dressed in his favorite pair of black jeans with neon blue zebra stripes and plain black t-shirt. He tossed the blue hooded sweatshirt onto the couch before heading to the kitchen for a quick bite before Hiro arrived. There on the table sat the bright green metallic travel mug Yuki had brought back for him from his last trip to the States, two of his favorite protein bars and a glass of orange juice. He downed the juice, scarfed down one of the bars and was about to open the other when he noticed the long envelope propped against the salt shaker.

His name was written in Eiri's elegant scrawl across the front, so he lifted it with slightly trembling fingers. He slowly turned it over, and there on the flap he had written, "How do I love thee?" Shuichi squealed like a school girl at those words and his trepidation quickly turned to anticipation. He carefully broke the seal and pulled the precisely tri-folded paper from the packet. "Let me count the ways…." Heart thundering in his chest, the singer just stared at the words for a moment before closing his eyes, lifting the first fold, then the next. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, ready to drown in the loving accolades of his Eiri. "1. Who said anything about love??"

Shuichi's eye's bulged from their sockets at the cruel words. "YUKI!! WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME?" He scanned the long page again to make sure that there wasn't some form of tender words of love he'd missed. There down at the very bottom was written in very tiny letters, "See you tonight" accompanied by a little smiley face.

SMILEY FACE? Shuichi's face split into a brilliant smile. "He drew me a smiley face!"

Well, there you have it. I'm undecided if I should continue this or leave it as it is, so I shall leave the choice in your wonderful hands. Drop me a review and let me know what you think!