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Lover\'s Games	By : VisageWriters Category: Gravitation > General Views: 1900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Summary: An afternoon of playtime (takes place the day
after "Dance with Me")

Authors Note: This is written by four authors, originally done as
a piece for a message board. It was transcribed for fan amusment
with the permission of all the authors involved. These are NOT
meant to be taken seriously. At times the characters are out of
character. It's smut, just enjoy it.
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Chapter One: Primary
"If you think you're so
tough, we can always go again," Shuichi said, nuzzling Eiri’s
neck playfully, smiling.

"How tempting... but don't you have some place to be in an
hour? I suppose you'll just have to wait for tonight like a good
boy. "

"I don’t want Mr. K to kill me... so... yeah…"
He sniffled playfully, looking up at his lover.

"I don't either. I like
you in one whole non-bleeding piece."

"Shuichi you can go into work, and I can stay here. Because,
y'know, Mika-san isn't to happy about last night." Tohma
said, lying through his teeth about why he wanted to stay.

"Of course, Tohma. Besides, I wouldn't want to send you home
to face the wrath of the Dragon Lady right now. " Eiri said,
stretching out on the couch.

"Can I stay?" Rage asked from her position on the
floor, staring at the ceiling cross-eyed.

"No. You can't stay, Rage." Tohma said. Rage stuck her
tongue out, and Tohma flicked a ball of paper at her.

"I wasn't asking you,
Seguchi. " Rage replied, tossing the ball back and knocking
off Tohma’s 'pimp hat'.

"Hoping not to miss something?" Eiri asked, smirking at
the girl before looking at Tohma. "Any particular reason why
you want to be alone, Tohma?"

"Yes. Because your ass is mine today." Tohma said,
smiling.

Yuki’s eyebrows shot up, though he was surprised by the
bluntness. "And you don't mean that figuratively, do you?
Should I take that interpretation as literal?"

Shuichi watched the exchange,
getting more and more flustered, and he whined loudly. "Grrr…you
had better be alone when I get home!" He blinked, surprised
at his own boldness.

" You and Seguchi...yummy.
" Rage said, falling back onto the floor, smiling.

"When you get home? All right, Shu-kun. I will be. I promise."
Eiri said and a smirk formed on Tohma’s lips. Shuichi leaned
over, kissing Yuki deeply, making his claim.

Yuki kissed him back, finding he rather liked the bold Shuichi…though
not enough to let Shuichi behave like that all of the time. Yuki
wrapped an arm around Shuichi’s waist, placing a kiss
against the boy’s ear, careful only to stretch his torso as
to not upset the kitten. "I love you, Shuichi. Be a good boy."
He patted Shuichi on the top of the head. Shuichi turned and left.

"Yes. You should. Take it as very literal. I didn't get it
last night, so I'm taking it today." Tohma said, laying back
in his seat, smirking.

"Well, you know, I do have to think about how my Shu-kun
would feel about this. Maybe you should be telling him that you
intend to make my ass yours, Tohma. "

"I think he was well aware of my intentions, Eiri-san."
Tohma replied, watching as Rage leaned against Eiri’s legs,
fighting sleep.

"Then why are you wasting time, Tohma?"

"I'd say there are people around, but that is not my real
reason." Tohma shifted slightly to look at Eiri, a small
smirk on his face. "Just let me know when you want it, and
it’s yours."

"What is your real reason?... So, when I say, 'Tohma,
now,' you'll come over here? "

"Of course I will." Tohma replied, licking his
lips at the very idea.

Yuki gave a slight shrug, unbuttoning the top buttons of his
shirt. "Tohma, come here, now." He ordered a smirk on
his lips. Rage edged away from her Eiri pillow, not wanting to
invoke the wrath of Tohma just yet, watching them.

In a second Tohma was beside to Eiri, more or less on his knees
next to him. One hand lightly rested on Eiri’s knee, the
other on his shoulder.

"You don't have to be tender with me, Tohma, I'm already
broken in." Yuki grasped Tohma’s face under his chin,
drawing him forward, stretching his back and pulling him in for a
kiss. The other Yuki clamped tightly around Tohma’s thin
wrist, pulling his hand against his own chest, ordering him with
a silent tug to undo the rest of the buttons.

Tohma undid each button smoothly and pressed against the kiss
with a hunger that could only be sated by the other man’s
touch. He slid his fingers down smooth skin, varying the pressure.
He moved to straddle Eiri’s lap, still not breaking the kiss.

Eiri laughed softly, breathlessly, his heart pounding heavily.
His hand reached around, sliding over Tohma’s hips,
squeezing his thighs, running his fingers up the back of his
shirt to feather fingers over naked skin. The cloth, though fine
and expensive, was annoying. With insistent tugs, he forced Tohma’s
hands away from him so he could yank the shirt off. He was
already kissing Tohma’s chest, tongue flicking out to taste
the salty skin.

Tohma tangled his fingers in Eiri’s hair, the motions of the
other’s tongue against his skin allowing him to slip further
into the small world in which they currently existed. The fire
that spread from the points of contact was slowly growing
unbearable, but he didn’t mind in the slightest.

Tender bites left rows of red marks in a straight line from one
nipple to the next. Tohma it flicked with his tongue, biting the
tip of one with a hard, sharp clamp. He pulled away, letting his
fingers linger over the nipple he sensitized with his teeth,
pulling on it.

Eiri slid his hands down slowly and lightly enough to slightly
tickle Tohma’s stomach. They rested against the waist of his
pants, fingering the fabric before plunging forward to pop the
button open. He only slid them down a few inches past Tohma’s
rather boyish hips- an odd and starkly appealing feature for a 30
plus year old man.

Every touch left a burning trail, and Eiri’s skill was
amazing. Tohma pushed up to gain more contact from the writer’s
hands, small, pleasured growls escaping his throat.

Eiri’s fingers playfully twirled through the hair, looking
down the triangle of exposed flesh to where his fingers
disappeared inside. Of course, his heart was
racing; having Tohma close to him always made it pound. He hid it
with expert scowls, but now he didn't have to revert to such
pretense. "Tohma, it looks like you just might be the one on
the bottom tonight." As he spoke, he pulled the pants
further down the hips in rough, quick motions. Moving down,
firmly grabbing Tohma’s hips, pulling him forward, sliding
his tongue around the delicate hollow where his hip met his
pelvis.

"Uhn...That's…whatever…just...do it..." Tohma
dug his nails into the writers shoulders, not having bothered
with pushing the shirt away. He pressed for more contact, a low
growl escaping his lips, a wildfire raging through his veins. His
eyes were closed, and the look on his face was one of pure
ecstasy

Eiri purred against the hipbone, breathing in the scent of
Tohma's heated skin, memorizing it for future recall. "That's
always the way it is with you, Tohma. 'Whatever you want, Eiri.'
But it's always what you want, Tohma. You just have a way of
letting me choose what you want me to pick. Rare to see you
abandon that." He spoke in a voice barely above a whisper,
sliding his hands up the smooth skin of his inner thighs. His
grip locked around the erection, clutching tight with slow,
slight strokes. "What do you think, Rage? Which side of
Tohma do you think I should be on tonight?" Not one to waste
moments in silence, he leaned forward to lick just above where
his hand slid, around the circumference.

"Top, always." Rage said, spreading her legs slightly
as she watched, rubbing her thigh.

Tohma was panting by this time, trailing his nails down Eiri's
exposed chest. Every little touch made the fire hotter, and the
pressure growing in his groin was greater than he'd felt before.
His fingers were tangled in golden strands in an attempt to guide
what he wanted done.

Eiri was responsive to Tohma’s subtle guiding, overwhelmed
with the tingles shooting through his nerves. Eiri’s limbs
felt heavy and numb, but alive at the same time. Everything was
beginning to dim in light of the lust that took away sight and
sound, unless Tohma’s noises and breathing counted as the
only sound worth hearing. "I’ll decide what I want
later." His mouth was already slipping around, enveloping,
trying to touch everywhere at the same time. Eiri placed a palm
flat against Tohma’s lower back, using it to guide him
forward as he gave a soft groan of appreciation, invitation, and
encouragement, he continued his exploration of Tohma’s body.

Rage rolled to her knees, crawling closer to the scene, watching
hungrily. She pushed her glasses up her sweat slickened nose as
she licked her lips. She leaned against the table, her feet just
barley under the couch edge, legs falling open.

Out of a purely physical response to the warmth, Tohma bucked his
hips. His breathing was rough, heavy, and incomplete in any sense.
His eyes remained closed, and the fire raged, sweat trailing down
his back. He pulled Eiri closer by what he could mange to hold on
to, the fabric of the shirt slipping from his sweaty fingers.

Eiri would have whispered Tohma’s name if he could have,
crushed against his legs as thin fingers pulled him closer.
Pliant and unwilling to put any focus beyond his mouth, Tohma’s
erection, and the tongue that gave heady licks with each steady
caress of carefully tightened lips, Eiri continued his
exploration.

Now he knew what Tohma’s lips and flesh tasted like.

Eiri fully enjoyed this. Feeling the thrills of Tohma’s body
in response to his ministrations, knowing he was the source of
pleasure for the normally plastic, pallid, vicious older man.
This alone flared his lust, quickening his pace and urging his
hands to slide around Tohma’s skin. Moving down the back,
the butt, the thighs, over the stomach as it gave those
predictable involuntary flexes, up the chest, Eiri’s
excitement grew. One of his fingers wandered far enough up to
touch Tohma’s lips.

Rage let her hand fall between her legs, stroking as she watched
the two men. A soft moan slipped past her lips and she clamped
her mouth shut, not wanting to make the slightest sound that
might distract them...not that it seemed as if they could be
distracted.

Her eyes roamed over their bodies, drinking in every piece of
flesh, every hair, every freckle for later recollection. She
shifted slightly; pushing her shirt up, her free hand caressed
her breasts slowly as she tilted her head back to slide her
glasses back up her nose. She let her fingers run over her neck
before letting her gaze fall back on the pair, her breathing
increased as she matched the pace of their touches, their
movements.

She swallowed hard, mouth still rather dry, making the movement
hard, throat sticking slightly, sounds aching to break free.

It was so easy to lose control, especially given the years of
restrain Eiri had suffered dutifully under. There was always
something in the way: age, status, and then time. And it was
truly as if he were trying to make up for those six years all at
once, despite the fact that none of the barriers had changed. It
still wasn’t really right.

His sister.

Shuichi.

They would both be mad if they knew on an unspoken level that
this was bound to happen sooner or later. Tohma made no secret of
his feelings, and while Eiri himself did, the fact that he let
Tohma so close knowing the nature of his feelings was testament
to his own secret interest.

It was with a great summon of force and will that he managed to
loosen the grip of his hand and pull his mouth away, looking up
at Tohma, blinking slowly at him. "I think this would make
Shuichi cry."

Not that making Shuichi cry was a hard thing to do that
nevertheless mitigated his dislike of seeing it.

Rage froze, reality rushed in at Eiri’s words and she rubbed
her neck, waiting for the men to decide what they were going to
do. She hopped it would be soon as her body was still humming, and she wanted a show to watch.

TBC
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