EDIT: Wow, I wrote this crap when I was in middle school XD I just reread how bad it was and have an insane urge to make it MOAR BETTA :D Maybe I'll do this for the other chapters as well… We'll see how long it is before I get bored :B

Don't yell at meee! I know I have plenty to update, but I really thought that this was a coolio idea! Oh dear cucumber I just said coolio...

Anyway, this is my first Gravitation fic, so I would greatly appreciate it if you would be a little easier on me! Also, if it's not too much trouble, could you review and tell me what you did or didn't like about the chapter or story? Then I can make it better for everyone:P

And, here we go!

"Yuuuuuuuuuukiiiiiii..." swooned Shuichi as he rubbed against his lover's side, "Ohh Yuuuuuukiiiiiii…" You do know what day it is in two days right?

Yuki was barely paying attention to the young musician when he hummed in remote recognition, his fingers never missing a beat as he typed away at his keyboard.

"You know what day it is in two days, right?" The singer began stroking the writer's shoulders.

"The apocalypse," he mumbled.

Shuichi laughed and gave Yuki's arm a playful slap. "No silly! It's April 16th! It's my birthday!"

The novelist glanced up at the bane of his existence and stared in confusion. How the hell was he supposed to know that? Shuichi had never told him about his birthday. At least, not that he could remember, though that wasn't the most reliable source when it came to Bad Luck's lead singer. Oddly enough, Yuki felt something in the pit of his stomach start to cringe that made him feel…awkward? No, that wasn't it…

Whatever it was, right now Yuki had no time for foreign feelings or Shuichi.

"So?" he said coldly. The only thing Yuki associated with April 16th was a major deadline for the final copy of the manuscript for his latest book. Mizuki had been up his ass for three months for this thing and the publishing company refused to wait any longer. That's why, at this moment, he was sitting in front of his laptop, a cigarette in mouth, trying to figure out a way for his main character to get his lover from jumping off the top of a building.

Shuichi began to punch his lover as big rivers of tears began to flow down his face, "YUKIIII! WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME?"

"Whatever." Said the author, not looking up from his work.

The singer grumbled under his breath, pouted, and crossed his arms. "I bet you won't even wish me a happy birthday…"

"Happy Birthday! Are you happy?" Yuki was practically shouting. He was already writing about one whining woman, he didn't need another one in real life.

Shuichi took what he could get. "FINE! I'm going to bed." In the spirit of revenge, he took the opportunity to bit Yuki's ear and make him yelp in surprise. Shuichi laughed through Yuki's death glare and stuck his tongue out as he exited the office en route to the bedroom.

A few curses were uttered in regards to the boy before Yuki returned to his work.

Well, he tried at least.

Solid, emotionless walls were starting to crack. Yuki would never admit that the boy was embedded into his mind to the point where even his work took a back seat to his needs. Throwing his head back with a growl of frustration, Yuki realized that the feeling in the depths of his stomach was guilt.

'What the hell am I suppose to do," he mentally cursed. 'I mean, it's his birthday for God's sake...Maybe I could just be nice to him for a day...'

Yuki had a laugh at his own expense. Forget twenty-four hours, he could barely be nice to the kid for twenty-four seconds without at least thinking a mean though. There had to be something to give him, something plausible.

'What does he really want?'

To put it lightly, Yuki had no clue. Such a confounding problem required so much focus there was barely any left to the fact that he'd been subconsciously typing 'Shuichi' on the keyboard repeatedly.

He had filled up about half a page before he finally realized what he was doing. He promptly started bashing the "delete" key.

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Over in the bedroom, Shuichi was dealing with problems of his own. His usual sleeping pillow was becoming more and more deformed as he squeezed it mercilessly under his monstrous grip.

Was it really too much to ask for a little recognition on his birthday? No presents, no romantic date would be fine if Yuki would just wish him a "happy birthday" that morning. Burying his face into his soft prisoner, Shuichi sighed in hopelessness.

Who was he kidding? Of course that would be too much for Yuki.

It's true that he'd wanted Yuki to start worrying about what to do for Shuichi on his immanent birthday, maybe even show a little panic on his face. If he was really luck, he'd hoped Yuki would want to take him out on another date.

The young star bit the corner of his pillow. Perhaps he was expecting too much?

'I can't expect him to change just so I can be happy...' Shuichi solemnly concluded. 'His deadlines are so important to him; I can't compete with his job. Maybe he'll be free next year… '

Though he tried, Shuichi couldn't help but silently cry into his pillow. He tightened his entire body to stop himself but failed. Crying was just another way that Shuichi burdened Yuki's shoulders with problems. In Yuki's world, Shuichi was like the brat who bawls endless tears because he missed the ice cream truck. It was no fault of the ice cream truck's that Shuichi messed up; the truck just had other stops to make. Work couldn't stop because one kid wanted a cone.

Against his will, Shuichi continued to cry even as he got more and more drowsy.

He'd just have to wait for the truck to come back around.

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Meanwhile, back in the office, Yuki had made no progress in coaxing his mind into focusing on his manuscript. Hands rested behind his head as he stared blankly at an even blanker screen. Any attempt to write these last few pages was useless now that Shuichi had infected his mind with a guilt virus.

He lazily glanced down to the bottom right hand corner of his laptop and saw that it was almost 1:00 in the morning. It was nearly impossible for him to reach down and scroll to the top of the document to reread his work.

Making a few touch ups here and there, Yuki determined that if he pulled an all nighter tonight, he would have to pull one more tomorrow, making him free on the 16th. However, if he skipped tonight, he would have to spend all day tomorrow working on this thing just to meet the deadline. That left him no time to buy a gift...

He swore heavily under his breath. He knew that he had to finish this damn story, but there was a strong feeling inside of him was telling him to go to bed. The worst part was, Yuki wasn't particularly tired.

He looked back at the bottom corner and saw it was now officially 1 o'clock. Back and forth he glanced from his work to the clock, giving Yuki the same eye movements as people who watch table tennis. A heavy sigh escaped him as he saved his work and shut down the computer.

Yuki stood up from his desk and left the room, stopping by the bathroom first to wash his face. Grabbing a hand towel on the way out, he dried himself off as he made his way to the bedroom.

The door creaked open as he looked in. Yuki made his way inside, folding the towel and setting it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. On such a brightly moonlit night, Yuki could make out just about everything in the room with considerable clarity. Moonbeams engulfed selected areas of the larger-than-average-room and Yuki couldn't help noticing one of those places was Shuichi's side of the bed.

As usual, Shuichi was facing Yuki's side of the bed, a peaceful look on his face. The novelist failed to suppress the blush that crawled up on his face as he watched the younger man snuggle into his pillow like the child he was.

How could such a small action raise a blush to Eiri Yuki's cheeks? Pride attempted to suppress said pigmentation but only served to deepen the color. He decided that the only way to make the unsettling warm feeling disperse was to disrupt the image causing the feeling in the first place. Yuki clamped a fist around the pillow Shuichi was clutching, ready to rip it from his grasp, thereby awaking the singer and replacing the image of Shuichi's sleeping face with his shrill, whining voice. Pissing off Shuichi seemed like the perfect way to erase his blush, or it did until Yuki realized that the spot he had grabbed was not only next to his face, but that it appeared dark even when shrouded in moonlight.

In the next moment, Yuki felt the cold, wet texture of the fabric for what it was. This was the spot where Shuichi had cried himself to sleep.

Shuichi's eyes fluttered open as Yuki clenched the pillow to which he'd unknowingly anchored himself, shifting it enough to arouse the singer from his sleep.

"Hmmm? Yuki? I thought you had to work all night..." he said in between yawns. He rubbed his eyes, though they were still droopy, even attempting to lift himself up on his free arm.

"Maybe I wanted to sleep. Why does it matter?" Yuki's voice retained its usual sub-zero tone.

No matter how cold Yuki's tone, Shuichi was genuinely happy to see his lover coming to relieve him of his loneliness, even if that wasn't his intention.

"It doesn't..."he yawned, donning a lazy smile before snuggling into the blankets and falling asleep.

Startled, Yuki completely forgot to ask Shuichi why he had been crying. His trusting face, his sincere answer… how is it that this person, whom he constantly abused and ignored, could always see the best side of him and relentlessly forgive him of all his wrongs? It didn't make sense.

"What a moron…" Yuki whispered to himself.

Sleeping next to Shuichi had become part of his nightly ritual, but tonight that wasn't going to be enough. Yuki was usually more than content with sleeping separately from the singer sans contact; in fact, he encouraged it. But tonight was different. With the utmost care Yuki shifted his arm under Shuichi's neck to pull him closer until he was resting on top of his chest.

The younger man stirred only slightly, snuggling into his new pillow before settling comfortably again.

His arm wrapped around Shuichi, feeling his warmth and rhythmic breathing… Yuki smiled and closed his eyes. Even in this peaceful state, nothing would ever make Eiri Yuki admit he liked this position. He glanced down at his lover to see a faint smile across his lips. It really took so little to please the Shuichi…

…so why couldn't he do something as easy as wish him a happy birthday?

As he started to drift off, Yuki was still clueless about what to do for April 16th.

I know, a short first chapter, but I'm going to try and make the next one a little longer, Ok? Anyway, if you have any suggestions, please let me know!

EDIT A/N: … I'm not sure how much this helped XD