This is my first Gravitation story but I like it. This started as a one-shot but I don't know anymore. If I get positive feedback I'll continue because I might have some ideas of where this might go. Hope you guys enjoy this Fic.
Late Night Omens
He held the boy closer that night, as close as was possible. The boys small frame couldn't have been more engulfed by Eiri's arms, As if by letting go would mean death for his annoying lover.
Could it have been a late night omen of things to come that that night his body needed the warmth, that up to this point only Shuichi was able to provide? It wasn't just the warmth from their thrusting bodies that was so necessary but just his presence that always kept Eiri those hundreds of degrees above the freezing cold he was known for, weather he let it show or not.
Why, he asked himself tightening (if it were possible) his hold on Shuichi. Why was it that this 5'4, 112 lb boy could do what no woman or person for that matter could?
With this question he was sent back to the first time they kissed. The elevator door had shut and he was asking the same question of why to the unbearable brat. He questioned the boy to his face but only a graze of their lips was given as an answer.
It was a fluke, a one night stand for Yuki like everything else in his life. It was supposed to be that but it turned into so much more.
It wasn't stable or predictable and it became the total opposite of what Yuki's life had been before he met the little singer. Life had all been the same everyday.
He'd awake either to a deathly hangover or with some floozy in his bed, sometimes both. After a long cold shower he disposed of the trash weather it be a dozen or more beer cans around his bed or kicking the woman out of his house.
Then off to work sitting in front of his lap top spilling his bullshit that he knew girls just lapped up more and more each time. After a long day he would take off to some bar to get drunk and pick up some sex before crashing at his place sometime late in the night only the warmth of his buzz to help him sleep through the darkness.
The next morning the same thing would happen again, everyday the same damn thing like a broken record player, over and over and over and over, until that night.
That night felt the same as tonight. Something was off and his body could tell. It wouldn't be satisfied with anything that night so he took off from the bar early that night, cutting through the park to reach his house.
It was so peaceful that night that it felt eerie. The only sounds came from the leaves dancing with the wind. Such great scenery wasted on him. All he did was light a cigarette and walk through the pestering gale.
If it wasn't for the beautiful wind, Eiri thought thinking back on the night; he might not have met Shuichi. So many things could have blown in his face it was just fate that the amaturistic writings of a clingy and whiny boy would change his life.
Shu's lyrics had always been bad that's why Yuki had never apologized to the singer for badmouthing them. They lacked so much feeling!
Only when combined with the singers voice and soul did the songs come alive. Eiri sighed it was like he was describing himself. Only with Shu was he more then a broken record.
A mouse's squeaks broke his reverie. His gaze turned to look at Shuichi in his arms only to find his boy gasping for breath in the death hold Eiri had him in. Ashamed, he let go reluctantly and sat up, waiting for his lover's breathing to return to normal.
Shu's breathing was soothing in the silence that consumed the moonlit bathed room. So fragile, Yuki turned to watch Shuichi's sleeping.
He is so beautiful in the setting moon, Yuki thought. With his face outlined in the natural moonlight Eiri could see every shape that was his lover's face like the soft roundness of his cheeks or the sharpness of his small nose.
His face even in deep sleep had the charm that nobody, not even Eiri, could resist. As much as he liked to deny it to Shuichi's face he couldn't deny it to himself, he loved this boy.
The urge to wake the boy and express his love, for the second time that night, was becoming harder for him to restrain so without disturbing his lover he walked to the bathroom for a cold shower, to try and clear his mind.
He knew that K would have his head if he didn't let the singer get a good nights sleep.
A chilly draft from the air conditioner hit his bare naked skin and sent a shiver through his body, the longing intensified. He turned just in time to see the boy shift and reach for the absent lover as he entered the bitter tiled bathroom.
What was left of the warmth was swept from his body with a turn of the shower knob and he was now even more craving the boy's body. This wasn't good. Distracting himself he grabbed the shampoo bottle, franticly squirting the contents into his hands he rubbed the stuff in his hair and realized it wasn't his.
Their bottles were kept separate because like Yuki had said on more then one occasion, "I don't like smelling like a homo." The fragrance sent his mind back to the small body lying in his bed, in the next room.
Why was he suddenly pining over the little runt?
He laid his head against the tiled wall letting his mind wander. Oh, how he loved to ravish in the boy's scent right after Shuichi would take a shower.
Shu would come out of the bathroom just to be thrown onto the bed, pounced on by his hungry lover.
As Yuki had him pinned he would devour the boy with his mouth kissing him the body over. Loving how Shu's giggles reverberated against his body, the smell only intensifying the pleasure.
Eiri cursed into the pouring water. The thoughts just made his appetite for the pink haired young man grow. Was he just horny he thought.
Usually a cold shower cured that but the need never felt this strong and it had never ran deeper than it was tonight. As if his body thought if he didn't get a hold of his lover now he would miss his chance.
"Bullshit." He whispered as he turned the shower off. "Bullshit." he said as he dressed himself, and "Bullshit!" He yelled as he stared into the mirror at the scared expression facing him.
A raspy sound met his ears, "Yuki?" His voice small "Is everything okay?"
Great, he thought just what wanted. "Everything's fine!" He shouted anger echoing through the bathroom. He closed his eyes knowing he had just given the boy a reason to get up.
The door opened revealing Shuichi draped in their sheets. His body shaped beautifully in the blue satin, looking stunning in the soft light from the 60 watt bulb. His curves begging to be held, "Yuki, It's three in the morning, is something wrong?" Yuki's voice dangerously rose, "I said I was fine!"
Shu shook a bit with the sudden outburst and spoke more softly as if his voice was the reason for Yuki's unrest. "I'm sorry. I was just worried."
His quivering body sent the sheets falling gracefully to the floor leaving Shuichi's right hand the only thing holding the sheets over his abdomen. It was barely hiding his naked body.
"Okay Yuki" Shuichi's face fell to look at the floor before turning around to go back to the bedroom, picking up the sheet as he went. A harsh sadness rushed through Eiri but he couldn't pinpoint the origin of his solemn feelings.
With it came the same longing feeling that he had just been cursing. His slender fingers reached for the light switch before heading into the renewed dark bedroom.
The moon shining in the brat's moist eyes, the boy turned his body away from the man preferring to cry to himself. Something reached through Eiri pulling him toward the sniffing lump.
The bed sunk with his weight as Yuki climbed in after his lover. He felt so cold, in more ways than one. He took hold of the boys shoulder and turned the boy to him. Shu's eyes lit something in him and he embraced the singer. The touch of the boy's tender skin gave him the warmth he'd just tried to get rid of.
"I'm sorry brat, I just couldn't sleep. I really didn't mean to wake you. Just had a bad dream that's all. I had to get it out of my mind." Shu snuggled up to the writer responding with his cheerful self, "Its ok, right Yuki? Everything's better now that I'm in your arms right?"
The bastard in Eiri had the right retort for this sort of situation. Shuichi was getting too cocky with their relationship and it was time for a hard slap in the face but something stopped him.
Shuichi had said just the thing that had been going through Eiri's mind. Everything was better. Everything was back to where it was supposed to be.
How could he think such a foolish thing like never being able to hold his singer again? His little glory hole was going no where. He tightened his grip as response to Shuichi's question before sinking into a long awaited sleep. Leaving the bad feelings to linger in the background of his peace.
There it is hope you guys liked and if you want it to continue just leave some feedback. I really enjoyed writing it and for you guys I will write more.
Arigato! Thank you for reading!