"Shit! I'll NEVER get this done!" Yuki slammed his desk with incredible force as, for the hundredth time in about a week, his mind succumbed to the force of writer's block and refused to budge from images of Shuichi underneath him, squirming on top of silk sheets and screaming his name…"Damnit!" Yuki slammed the cold metal again. It had been like this all week; Yuki'd be making good progress, and then, all of a sudden, his mind would lock on the thought of Shuichi's writhing body.

'You'll never focus if you don't have sex with the boy. You know he's too damn seductive to ignore.' Yuki acknowledged the logic in this statement, and decided to indulge himself in his dirtiest pleasure…for his writing, of course.

Shuichi sat in the living room, desperately scribbling down a new song, as if thoughts were coming to him faster than he could write. Briefly, Yuki admired the brat for his ability for his inspiring ability, even if he probably WAS just writing crap anyway. Strolling in seductively, Yuki stood above the boy, who seemed not to notice him; this was a first for Shuichi.

'Just ignore him. Work now. Sex later. Shit. Sakano's gonna kill me for not having this done. Fucking writer's block!' "Hi, Yuki."

"Hey, brat." Yuki said while gently running his fingers over the boy's shoulders; he was certain he could hear the boy quietly quivering.

'Crap! He's going to blow my cover!' "What's up?" Shuichi was desperately trying to keep from succumbing to Yuki's seductiveness. However, the suppression he had to put his voice through was making that almost impossible. 'We're going down, captain! We can't hold on much longer! Mayday! Mayday!'

Without notice, Yuki had walked around him and bent down in front of him, and was currently rubbing his inner thighs. "Oh Yuki, please--I have--I need--" His voice sharply cut off as Yuki began to push down on his growing erection, soon to be replaced by a soft, wanting purr.

Shuichi struggled desperately to hold back a moan as Yuki's force on his coursing erection pushed harder and harder. As his defenses weakened, Shuichi's quiet whimpers turned to powerful moans. 'Shit. Give up! Me have sex now!' Realizing that resisting would prove futile, Shuichi grabbed the back of Yuki's blonde head and pulled it towards his own, kissing him deeply, pleasantly surprising the writer. Toppling onto his back, Shuichi broke the kiss, giving Yuki ample time to climb on top of him and grind his hips into the young boy. Shuichi wrapped his arms around the blonde's head, pulling him back into a deep kiss, making sure to ruffle Yuki's hair in the way that always made the blonde crazy. Sure enough, Yuki moaned into the kiss, clearly trembling, white-hot shards of pleasure shooting up and down his body. Not to be outdone, Yuki traced his masterful hands along Shuichi's jaw line, his hot fingers tracing the boy's frame, lightly running up and down the back of his neck, then into his shoulder blades, causing the boy to convulse and lightly moan his name.

GO TO FAC! CHECK THE PROFILE!

As Yuki slipped gently out of the pink-haired teenager, one thought whispered through his mind. 'I could give up focus for him.'

FIN.