For all you Gravitation fans, I have posted up another gravitation fic, since this one is done. Please go check it out, I promise it is way better than Karaoke Love! Please Read: Unexpected Love!

Chapter Eighteen

Eternal Passion

To the unknowing fans, this chapter is strictly just lemon! As of in this chapter has turned the whole fic into a mature rated one. So let's end this story with a bang! What do you say! I hope to hear from every reader, about what you think of this chapter. See ya soon, I will be doing another Gravitation fic, so be patient with me!

(Words originally by me, no copying, ok-)

"Words I wish for you to hear,

though they are meant for you,

they only are heard when you're not near

So I find a way

I turn my love into a song,

the words are in my heart

This way the feeling isn't wrong

I read the words for you,

they are pure and like a dove

reading the words as myself,

I understand...it's not like karaoke love

It's me and my words,

not those writer's or that singer

This feeling is all me,

and it will continue to linger

I say my love my way,

no other way has it been expressed

With my words,

my feelings aren't suppressed

These are the words of my love,

only meant for one

The person who means most to me

my morning light, my sun

It is like no other,

where no other words can compare

What I say is special,

only you and I can share

My love is all me

there's no push or shove,

no give or take

that's why its not like karaoke love...

Yuki...I love you..."

It had been a week since the accident and Yuki was finally stable again. Shuichi visited as often he could, but when he return today, he was told Yuki had left for home.

"You haven't come to visit me lately," Yuki admonished, his eyes gleaming red.

"Well, you're no longer bedridden and I thought… it was all those concerts, Yuki." Shuichi began, then faltered. All he could think about were those red eyes staring at him.

Yuki slipped his arms around Shuichi and brushed his cheek with his lips, and then moved to nibble his earlobe. He gave a little sigh of pleasure and closed his eyes. He tangled his fingers in his short pink hair and pulled downward, bringing his face up to his. He covered his mouth with his own as he pressed his body against Shuichi. He kissed him back, lost in his power, and put his arms around his back, holding him to him. Shuichi managed to say a few stranded remarks, "Yuki? You just got better...are you sure you're up to it?" Yuki smiled and continued to kiss Shuichi.

As they kissed, Yuki moved apart from him a little and moved his hands to his front, opening his shirt. His thumbs stroked his nipples as he continued to kiss him. He could feel him trembling beneath his hands. Oh, he wanted Shuichi so badly! He continued to unbutton his shirt, quickly freeing him from its confines. "I've been waiting so long Shuichi, I waiting so long to do this to you."

He moved away from him to look at him; he stood there nude before him, a slight flush on his cheeks, his eyes glazed with the beginnings of passion. His chest was fair, their nipples like pale rose buds, and he bent down to kiss each one. Then he stepped back again and looked lower, his hands moving as his eyes traveled, from his chest to his navel, a tiny indentation in his flat belly, and then lower. He knelt and kissed his mound -- a chaste kiss, a worshipping kiss -- then his hands explored him and he pressed his mouth to him one more, this time dipping in a tongue to explore him. Shuichi gave a sobbing sigh and trembled even more.

His tongue explored for long minutes and he responded to his touch, his eyes glazing, his mouth opened in a soft pant, and his heart beating loudly beneath his chest. Beads of moisture appeared on his skin as his temperature rose with his passion. "Yuki," he whispered.

He stood up, ready to take Shuichi to his bed. Yuki took Shuichi in his arms once more, kissing and caressing as he undressed him. His body responded to his touch and his response was like an aphrodisiac to him. He laid him on his bed and stood there looking at him -- he was so beautiful, fair and rosy, his nipples standing up high and his hips moving under his stare. He sat down next to him and reached down and touched the gold between his legs and then slipped his fingertips inside, dipping deep into his moistness. He gave a moan and opened his legs for him. Still fully dressed, Yuki sat there stroking him as he moved to the rhythm of his hand. He was no longer the dainty boy that he had first known -- he was now a complete man, wanton in his need. For a long time he fondled him, watching his body move, feeling him go from moist to wet.

While still stroking him with the first hand, Yuki pushed the fingers of his other hand inside him throbbing passage, feeling his walls suck on them. Shuichi moaned and grabbed his arm, trying to bring him down to him, but he refused to move and continued his torment. His passion was bringing forth his own, and his erection now showed under the cloth of his trousers. It must have been uncomfortable but he endured it, refusing to hurry. Shuichi gave a small cry and Yuki felt the wet rush of his climax, then lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them, tasting him.

Then he stood up and slowly undressed. He watched him as he revealed a body even fairer than his own, with a fully-erect penis in the center. Shuichi reached for him and he moved closer, allowing him to stroke him and knead him, and then to taste him as he had done. Finally, he covered Shuichi with his body and shoved himself inside, hard and deep, and then began the tempo that would bring them both to their climax. Together they came, gripping each other hard as throes of passion shook their bodies, and he buried even deeper into him and climaxed again. Shuichi cried his name out loud and wrapped his legs around his hips, never wanting to let him go.