My God, I think I just wrote the only Gravitation fic on earth that conforms to the manga AND the anime. O.o How very sad. Anyways, this came from reading Gravi fics and snarking at the numerous overused bits. This is probably going to be rough around the edges since I have been having trouble with the whole fandom brand of fiction thing lately. Original love is what I'm all about at the moment. Damn me.

"Oh God, Yuki!"

"That's right, scream for me."

"AH!"

"We're doing this for a reason. Use your diaphragm."

"How do you expect me to think at a time like this? You're so mean to me."

"Shut up."

Hiro lazily cleaned out his ear with his pinky and ignored the sounds coming from the practice room. His guitar was already tuned and ready to go, hanging over his standing by. Their manager, K, and Suguru were sitting patiently in the hallway on chairs they had dragged from a different practice room while hey waited. Suguru was starting to twitch, a good sign that he was embarrassed.

"Why does he have to do this every time we warm up?" he asked testily.

"He just likes doing it in the office," Hiro replied.

"Ah, an exhibitionist," K chimed in. No one was ever sure why he bothered to speak most of the time, but he was the manager and he was allowed his two cents as well.

There was a soft click and Yuki walked nonchalantly out of the room, flipping his jacket over his shoulder as he exited. "He's all yours," he called out over his shoulder as he walked away. The three remaining stepped into the room and shut the door again, ignoring the pungent smell of sex that hung in the air.

Business as usual.

Shuichi was languidly gathering himself together, though he was, for the most part, fully dressed already. A normal person would be glowing in the coital bliss, but Shuichi was hardly a normal person. He beamed at them when they entered the room and continued to attempt the buttoning of his shirt without looking at it. He was doing an admirable job of missing before Hiro took the two halves from him and proceeded to do it for him.

"Alright, you're all warmed up," he muttered, threading the last little nub through its hole. "Now lets make some music that won't give Sakano a panic attack."

Shuichi grinned wider, a feat commonly thought impossible unless Yuki were nearby, and bounded forward to the microphone stand. "Okay!"

Suguru followed Hiro in a slower paced walk to their positions. "You know how you keep saying we'll get used to this?" he muttered.

"Yeah," Hiro replied offhandedly.

"I still haven't gotten used to it."