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Title: Flagrant
Author:Rachel Elizabeth
Email: ceramicprincess@fanfiction.net
Status: One-shot
Genre: Romance/Drama/Smut
Rating: MA/NC-17/xXx (pick your flavor!)
Warning: Yaoi. So, this story has taken on a completely different turn than originally expected, there is Ryuchi/Shuichi, a tiny bit of masturbation, and, more prominently, Eiri/Shuichi.
Summary: How do cigarettes and Kumagoro have anything in common? Well, when one Kumagoro goes messing with a stoic, nicotine-deprived writer, the rabbit makes everyone lose decorum.
Proviso: No, I don�t own them. And no, that�s not Ryuchi screaming in the background you hear. No, he�s not tied up. Yes, he�s perfectly healthy. Thank you and don�t come again.
Author's Comments: After reading Gravitation fictions for the past four days, I�m sort of depressed that I myself have never written one. My ultimate goal was to write at least a one-shot for every anime I�ve ever watched, but then I realized I have a life and, you know, a career. This is only my second yaoi fiction, so I�m no pro at this genre, so I�d ask of you to be kind. And now that I have written eleven pages of smut, I have just about decided that if I write anymore of this I�m going to look like a freak, so depending on the feedback I will probably write one more chapter that is just a continuation of this. Thank you.
Feedback: Any sort of useful critique would be willingly accepted and you know, if you just want to fangirl, I suppose that�s okay. I [squee] on occasion of Ryuchi, so I completely understand.
Dedication: To my dog, Beast, who has been woken up at two in the morning to my [squeeing] about Ryuchi fanfiction for the past four days, never getting any proper sleep.
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Eiri stared at his laptop for what seemed to be longer than anyone could possibly imagine. Time had escaped him and he decided that it was probably time to give in and head back to bed, where he had been only an hour ago until Shuichi had woken him up again with one of his ramblings. Eiri could only stand so much before he decided it was time to get out of bed as quickly as possible, and strangely enough, he found himself drawn back to his romantic figures. After he had finally found peace enough to pass back out on his comfortable mattress, Shuichi had found it necessary to play with his ear and yell good morning in his face. Apparently, before he was even aware of it, it had become morning.

�Yuki, Yuki! Do you want me to fix you some coffee?� the brat seemed to be his normal energetic self, but Eiri had had enough of his ramblings the night before and only swung a pillow to his face and murmured incoherently under it. �Come on, Yuki. No good morning kiss?�

Since when had they had a ritual of getting up together and kissing good morning? If their routine could be called normal, then the usual activities included Shuichi bounding towards the bed and yelling at Eiri to get up, giving him a peck on the cheek and bounding right back out of the house. So when, exactly, did Shuichi think that their normal routine had changed? �Coffee.� At least Shuichi couldn�t mess that up, though, God forbid he ever even insinuate that Shuichi make breakfast.

Shuichi, happy that he had at last spoken to him, ran from the room and Eiri could hear the cabinets banging open and closed as he grabbed his favorite mug. By the time Shuichi got back to their bedroom, Yuki was already gone from it, trying to hide away in his study, looking for that little piece of heaven he liked to call nicotine. When Shuichi reached the study like a good dog, he had a pack of his cigarettes in one hand and his coffee in the other. �Let�s play a game, Yuki.�

�No.� After a long pause, Yuki grumbled out, �You need to be at work.�

Shuichi grinned suddenly and Eiri knew, in that instance, that something was amiss. �It�s Saturday.�

Eiri didn�t know what difference that made; the past couple of Saturday�s he had barely heard a peep from Shuichi because they�d been trying to finish off the last little bit of their new album. He didn�t think for an instance that this Saturday would be any different than the others. �Aa.�

�Aw, come on, Yu-ki!� before the writer could even get his negative response out of his mouth Shuichi interjected, �Let�s play a game. It�s called disease.�

�No, I am not going to fall privy to your demented games,� and with that and a glare towards Shuichi, the writer opened his laptop and put his hands on the keys.

�I�ll say a disease and you say what the causes are,� the singer was no more persistent than he usually was, but something seemed different about him today. It seemed like a perfect waste of five minutes to even argue with the brat, so Eiri remained silent. �It�s okay, I�ll start, Yuki. Lung cancer. Cigarettes. In other words�quit smoking!�

Eiri only barely raised an eyebrow at his attempt to be cute and stared back at his screen as though it were a lost lover. Shuichi�s good intentions to get the writer to quit smoking never seemed to have any sort of affect on him. Perhaps it was time to be a little different in pursuing something of this caliber. �I know!�

�No.�

�But Yu-ki, you haven�t even heard it yet!�

�It doesn�t matter; I don�t have to hear it to know that it�s a stupid idea.� And once again, Eiri turned his attention back to the laptop.

�But, but! It�s perfect! You�ll see!� and instead of sitting down next to Yuki like a concerned, loving boyfriend would do, Shuichi plopped his rear on the desk occupied only by a lamp and Yuki�s laptop and proceeded to stare down at the writer.

�No.�

�I�ll trade you favors every time you want to smoke until you finally don�t want to smoke anymore! It�s perfect, see?� Eiri looked up at his bashful singer and shook his head. He wasn�t going to give up smoking just because Shuichi thought that he was some sex-deprived lunatic. Besides, there was no other high than that of a cigarette.

�No.� And finally, that ended the discussion.

After that fateful discussion, Shuichi had determined that hell would freeze over before Yuki quit smoking. However, that did not mean that he would quit his efforts of getting Yuki to quit, it just meant that he had to work harder. And really, what sort of man was he that he wouldn�t take sexual favors in place of a cigarette? �What will get you to stop?�

Eiri didn�t have to ask what the boy was referring to; he had only been bothering him about it the past month. Eiri thought quickly, trying to determine something that would be impossible for the singer. �Shuichi, when you can fool around in public without becoming red in the face that is when I�ll even consider stopping.�

Shuichi�s faced flamed before he finally sputtered out, �I have no problem with �public-petting��

Eiri raised an inquisitive eyebrow in Shuichi�s direction before interrupting him, �Who taught you that God-awful term in English?� Wait, that was pretty obvious, it was that gone-totting hooligan of a manager, K. Shuichi�s dementia must be wearing off on him if he couldn�t even come up with a simple name.

�Well, it was K, of course. Yu-ki, that isn�t the point! I�but wait, you said you�d only �consider� it.�

Eiri thought maybe the boy was finally catching on and smirked, �Very good. See, even an old dog can be taught new tricks.�

Shuichi frowned and cried out, �Yu-ki! That�s not very nice!� at that point, a pregnant silence permeated the room and the writer could swear that he smelled smoke coming from the poor boy�s brain. Far be it, however, for him to comment on the silence; any peace, no matter what the circumstances, was appreciated.

Eiri should have realized by then that silence while the brat was around was never, under any circumstance, good. �I�I co�could do it.�

Eiri only snorted, disbelieving. �No, brat, you couldn�t, now let me get back to my writing.� It was only one in the afternoon and Eiri had completed exactly one page due to the constant interruptions by the kid.

�Yu-ki, let�s go out,� at that comment, Eiri glanced at the clock on the wall and realized only ten minutes had passed since their little discussion about public-petting.

�No. I�m busy . . . go play with that guitarist friend of yours.�

�Yu-ki, I want to play with you, come on, let�s go out.�

It was appropriate that that was the moment when the doorbell decided to sound, speaking of a visitor. Shuichi, the first to react, went bounding towards the door and was screeching and giggling at whomever it was who had appeared. Eiri�s money was on Sakuma. His guess was reaffirmed when he heard the little rabbit, Kumagoro, being talked about�leave it to the most popular singer in Japan to have his own personal quirks.

�Eiri-san, it�s very nice to see you again,� Eiri closed his eyes, fully intending on keeping them that away until Tohma decided to turn around and walk back out the door. Irrational, of course, but Eiri decided that anything to do with Tohma was worth the effort if it was to try and get rid of him. Hearing his brat bounding back into the room with Sakuma, however, made him accidentally open his eyes to watch Sakuma.

There was something intimidating about that singer that made him wary of allowing his idiot to spend too much time with him. When Shuichi had lost his voice and the singer had not spoken to him for some time, Eiri had understood that drastic measures needed to be taken; but still, there was something provocative about Sakuma that screamed of a different intent.

Recently, for no apparent reason, every time the singer had come into contact with his little brat, Eiri had found the hairs on his neck rising a bit. He naturally assumed that it was from lack of sleep and working too much that had made him so prickly, because Eiri doubted that he could become jealous of such a boy. This was even if he had seen Shuichi moon over the singer on numerous occasions, still more if he had heard Shuichi rant and rave about one of Nittle Grasper�s new songs, and even so if he had seen the two sing onstage together. In reality, Eiri reasoned, there was no way that he could become jealous, since that was a common sentiment in each of his romantic novels and he was positive that there was no comparison between him and some fictional�inane character.

Sakuma, unaware of the tumult of emotions going through Eiri�s head, glanced his way and gave him his best impression of a smile. Eiri knew right offhand that it was a fake smile, he was very aware that Sakuma was not particularly fond of his relationship with Shuichi. The feeling, however unspoken, was also particularly mutual and both were very aware of the fact. Eiri was also very in tune to the fact that the fa�ade of Kumagoro was a front, despite whatever Shuichi, Tohma and Noriko seemed to believe and however fragile they supposed Sakuma seemed. Eiri wondered briefly on how humorous it must be for Sakuma when he went back to his own house to have time with himself and he sat and contemplated all the people around him and their reactions to his little fa�ade.

Ryuchi kept unintentionally glancing at Yuki�s face, noticing the small, malevolent smirk that flirted around his lips. Ryuchi had a feeling he knew just what it was the writer was thinking about, and it made his skin crawl. However silly his band mates, and Shuichi thought him, there was never a pretense that could easily fool the stoic author. This particular reason was one of the more prominent in solving the mystery to why Ryuchi was never seen too long in Yuki�s presence. It was plain and simple; the author had had enough of his own time to make masks, that there were few that could easily be unattended by his attention.

It even seemed that of late, Yuki had become adverse in conversations where Ryuchi was attending. Even Tohma had commented on Yuki�s reaction to Shuichi�s and Sakuma�s relationship, though never in Eiri�s presence. Ryuchi liked the discord coming from the author when it concerned Shuichi; Ryuchi would never have started a relationship with someone even remotely famous, but the fact that their friendship made Yuki prickly resulted in the same sort of joy one would get from receiving candy as a child. Ryuchi liked to play with Yuki, and if the only way he knew how to, just so happened to incite him to madness over Shuichi, more is the better. Ryuchi loved to play with his energetic little Shuichi and that, was a known fact around NG.

Far be it for one man to get between such an, obviously, loving couple but somehow, that thought did not apply to one, Sakuma Ryuchi. Ryuchi snaked a hand around Shuichi�s waist and whispered something in his ear that made Shuichi giggle like a school girl. They had both decided that standing in Yuki�s office while he and Tohma speak to each other was a complete waste of time and effort and had decided to try and sneak off.

Ryuchi could hear the disdain dripping out of Yuki�s voice when he muttered, �Hey, brat, didn�t you promise me dinner?�

�Sakuma and I are going to go see a movie!� and Ryuchi giggled, aware that Shuichi had missed the look of pure disbelief on the older man�s face. With that quick statement and a brief kiss goodbye, Shuichi and Ryuchi raced out the front door.

Tohma looked at Eiri and did a double take at the disgust writ plainly there. �I take it you don�t have a fondness for my singer.�

Eiri snickered and spat out, �He�s a phony.�

Tohma burst out laughing at the comment and between gasps, commented, �And you�re one to talk?�

Eiri gave Tohma a nasty glance before saying, �Yes, but Shuichi knows that I�m a phony�all he can see of that singer is how perfect he is. The boy needs to be committed, what sort of sane person doesn�t see the pretense that singer puts out?�

Tohma struggled to answer, it was all too easy to explain about Ryuchi�s past, but all too personal, instead he tried, �Well, maybe Shuichi does know and is trying to make Ryuchi feel better by pretending as if there are no problems with Shuichi, thus basing a friendship on fixing broken hearts.�

Eiri looked suspiciously at Tohma, the story sounded awfully familiar; however, he was not going to be the one to bring up such a thing with Tohma when the wounds were still fresh. �Well, I really don�t care and I have work that must be attended to.�

Eiri never asked Tohma to leave; in reality, he never really had to, it was always obvious when the author didn�t want to spend any more time in his presence. �It was nice to see you, Eiri.�

The door creaked open, then closed when the producer had finally left. Eiri closed his eyes, briefly, and rubbed his lids, like a bad habit. The truth of the matter was that he didn�t really know what to say to Tohma, and whether or not the old wounds could be healed so quickly, but it didn�t matter. Eiri had blocked himself off to about ninety percent of the population and that included Tohma. Perhaps some things were better left unspoken.

In another part of town, two singers were making their way merrily down the beaten path to a theater that was but a few blocks away when Shuichi asked, �Ryuchi what sort of boyfriend doesn�t trade sexual favors instead of having a cigarette?�

Ryuchi stopped in his tracks and looked at Shuichi dead in the eye before considering his answer. To his knowledge, he had never even insinuated that he wanted to know the personals between Shuichi and his lover and had always assumed that things were going well, since the two were still living together. Well, far be it for him not to be the kind of friend that Shuichi would want to have, �Hmm. Kumagoro must think on this for a minute.�

Shuichi blushed a shade of red that was not recently documented before sputtering out, �B-bad question, I�m sorry. It�s just that I get so mad at him when he smokes and I have tried to think of everything possible to get him to quit and it seems like nothing is working. Since when does a boyfriend not like sexual favors? I mean, when does a boyfriend get so mad about you trying to help him that he denies you the sex that he, himself, also enjoys, incredibly? And anyway, isn�t it unhealthy to go too long without some sort of physical relationship with another person?�

Somewhere along the way Ryuchi caught only half of all the things that Shuichi started stammering at him before he waved Kumagoro in his face and told him, �Kumagoro doesn�t understand�you and Yuki have not been . . .�

�That�s right, not even once, I tell you, in two weeks. That definitely has to be unhealthy for a him, right?� Shuichi turned his attention from the rabbit to Ryuchi before adding, �Besides, he likes it . . . I like it, and just because I am trying to keep him around for awhile doesn�t mean he should deny us something that both of us enjoy, right?�

Shuichi waited patiently. When there was no reply, he realized that they had ended up in the men�s bathroom, Kumagoro muttering something about the whole theatre looking their way and listening to their private conversation. Well, that, the rabbit had told him, and some fan girls were starting to notice who, exactly, they were. Once again, Ryuchi had been so intent on riling up Yuki that he had forgotten to grab some sunglasses and hats, they were just lucky they were going to see a movie and could easily hide in the darkness.

And still, Shuichi waited. It was times like these when Ryuchi was unaware of his personal reason as to why he wouldn�t allow himself to get into a personal relationship with another celebrity. Staring at Shuichi�s innocent face, Ryuchi could not, for the life of him, remember why he shouldn�t kiss the singer blindly and show him all the things that that writer had obviously not shown him. Ryuchi wanted to play and it seemed like Kumagoro was up for the challenge.

On Monday afternoon, there seemed to be a slight change in schedule and the band was no longer needed in the studio since the new release was due out at any time and K had told the group that it was pointless to try and jump into anything when the �creative juices had been squeezed as hard as possible recently�. �Whatever that meant,� Shuichi mumbled to himself, unaware of the Japanese translation.

It was also true that Nittle Grasper�s new release had just come out a few weeks ago and so, once again, it was necessary for the band to use their free time to relax. However, since Ryuchi and his conversation in the men�s bathroom at the theatre, Shuichi had seen neither hide nor hare of his friend and decided to take off to his place. Yuki had already told him this morning that he wouldn�t be home until later, since he and his editor were having a meeting this afternoon.

Shuichi raced home, ready to listen to the Nittle Grasper release once more, even though he had been one of the first ten to hear it. When Shuichi stepped in the house he threw his shoes to the side of the couch and shuffled through the kitchen, looking for his favorite over-sized mug to fill with hot cocoa. When his tasks were accomplished, Shuichi grabbed the CD and put it into Yuki�s beautiful stereo system, blasting the volume. This was probably one of the reasons it took Ryuchi twelve knocks before Shuichi finally heard the noise in the hallway.

Shuichi mumbled to himself before grabbing the remote to the stereo and hitting pause, answering the door, noncommittally. However, when Shuichi saw Kumagoro�s grinning face, his frown instantly disappeared and he invited the rabbit, and the singer, inside his place. �Would you like something to drink? I just made a batch of steaming water for hot cocoa.�

Ryuchi smiled and yelled, �Whoopee!� the Bad Luck singer ran to the kitchen, looking for Yuki�s mug and put some warm water and cocoa into the cup.

�Yuki hates the stuff, so I have to force him to keep it around,� Shuichi laughed, handing the cup to a smiling Sakuma.

�So, Kumagoro and I have been talking about your situation with Yuki.�

Shuichi�s eyes rounded before he said in wonder, �You have? Really?�

Ryuchi nodded his head mutely in agreement before stating, �Maybe he�s bored. Now�don�t get me wrong, Kumagoro informed me that he has heard this in conversations between lovers before.�

Shuichi nodded his head, dejectedly, �I love Yuki, but I could see where he may get bored of the same thing.� Shuichi thought absentmindedly of all the lovers that Yuki had had previously before sighing in regret.

Before Shuichi could start bemoaning Yuki�s past experience with women, Ryuchi sat forward and asked if he could use the restroom. Shuichi nodded his head and pointed towards the hallway, and Ryuchi bounded towards the bathroom, Shuichi following the singer instinctively. When he found himself halfway to the bathroom, Shuichi turned and walked inside Yuki�s bedroom, being polite enough to pick up some of the clothes strewn all over the floor.

Shuichi thought he missed the toilet being flushed, but before he knew what had happened, there were arms around him pulling him back into a warm body. It sure didn�t smell like Yuki, but the conscientious arms around him lulled him into a state of security and before he knew what was going on, he was turned around to face his aggressor and was somehow, pleasantly surprised to find Sakuma Ryuchi holding him in his arms.

The thought that this could be construed as cheating on Yuki didn�t even cross Shuichi�s mind; in his world Sakuma was comforting him as a friend would and he would go no farther than a couple of kisses and�Shuichi felt his face flush hotly as Ryuchi lifted the hem of Shuichi�s shirt to slowly run his hand up to his taut nipple. When Ryuchi�s hot flesh met Shuichi�s over-sensitized nipple, he cried out in pleasure. It had been so long since Yuki had taken his time with Shuichi�s body that the singer�s brain malfunctioned as to what, exactly, was happening.

Shuichi wanted to gaze at Ryuchi, make sure that this wasn�t some sort of dream�that he hadn�t fallen asleep listening to Nittle Grasper and that he wasn�t having one of those very rare dreams about Sakuma. When Shuichi looked into Ryuchi�s eyes, however, it wasn�t the same Ryuchi that he had come to know in person, it was the look of the untouchable singer, his passion and focus fixated on one thing and this time, it was Shuichi. Shuichi let out an audible hum from the back of his throat when Ryuchi leaned down to kiss his neck and extract the small tee shirt that Shuichi had decided to adorn.

Ryuchi slowly kissed a trail from Shuichi�s bellybutton to the nipple that he had been fingering for quite some time. Shuichi, on the other hand, had finally found Ryuchi�s locks and had proceeded to hold them in a death lock. When Ryuchi�s mouth examined the nipple with its tongue, Shuichi yanked the singer�s hair, hard, and Ryuchi mumbled, �You like it rough, Shu?�

And once the words were out of Ryuchi�s mouth, Shuichi found himself knocked down onto the bed, his nipple being bitten and Shuichi groaned. Though sweet and innocent in nature, Shuichi�s little secret, shared with Yuki, was the roughness with which they made love. Obviously, the groan was all that Ryuchi needed to fuel his fire and he roughly started tugging at the zipper of Shuichi�s pants. When the button came flying off of Shuichi�s pants, Shuichi giggled and Ryuchi rewarded him with a quick nip in the stomach. Ryuchi had just gotten Shuichi�s pants over his legs when Shuichi started to get nervous. Instead of forcing the continuance of their current state, Ryuchi traveled back up to Shuichi�s mouth and, for the first time all afternoon, gently lowered his lips to an angle on top of Shuichi�s. When Shuichi began to respond in kind to the kiss, Ryuchi took his bottom lip into his mouth and suckled on it, the hum in the back of Shuichi�s throat returning. Finally, Ryuchi kissed his trail back down Shuichi�s body to still be pleasantly surprised that the kid didn�t wear anything underneath.

Since Ryuchi�s hands had been bored and the singer had obviously had some doubts as to whether or not they should continue their endeavor, Ryuchi thought it prudent to slow things down, as they had before, though the thought of playing rough with Shuichi weighed heavily on his mind. So instead of grabbing hard onto Shuichi�s length as Ryuchi�s original intent, he slowly brought his hand down to massage his testicles, and let him get use to someone else�s hands on him. When Shuichi�s moans became unbearably loud, Ryuchi slowly started his mouth down Shuichi�s stomach, fully intending on getting a taste of pure Shuichi. When Ryuchi noticed the pre-cum already forming at the head of Shuichi�s penis, Ryuchi smiled and took the first step; licking it clean off and slowly letting Shuichi�s length fill his mouth completely.

Only Ryuchi heard the sound of the key being turned in the front door, only he heard the footsteps abruptly stop at the loud moans of pleasure that could be heard at the front door, only he heard Yuki slowly make his way towards the bedroom, his footsteps obviously hesitant, and only he noticed the knob slowly being turned. While the lead singer of Bad Luck had not heard any of this through his pleasure and moans, Ryuchi had slowly started speeding his pace up and running a finger slowly in and out of Shuichi. When the door to the bedroom stood ajar and Ryuchi could see in his peripheral vision that Yuki was standing there, Ryuchi bit down lightly on Shuichi�s member, emitting a small cry of pleasure and an, �Oh my gods, harder.�

Eiri had never heard his lover say anything remotely dirty in bed and he didn�t thank Ryuchi for being the first one to hear it from his gorgeous mouth. Yet, somehow, Eiri couldn�t be mad at either of the singers. It was an odd experience, watching his lover have someone else suck him off, but in a way, it was funny, because Eiri knew that Ryuchi never got involved. Whether or not Tohma knew it or not, Eiri knew the history behind the lead singer of Nittle Grasper and he knew that the pain that Sakuma carried would never dissipate.

In a way, this encounter seemed harmless to him and�oh gods, Shuichi was crying in pleasure. Ryuchi was taunting his poor little lover, it was obvious that Shuichi was close to his climax, but Ryuchi kept taking Shuichi�s penis out of his mouth and whispering things to Shuichi in his ear and Shuichi would try to only nod, but Ryuchi wouldn�t let that pass as an answer, though who knew what he was asking. When Shuichi finally yelled a response, Ryuchi would once again grab Shuichi�s length into his mouth and continue to suck.

Eiri didn�t know how it happened, but somehow his hand had inadvertently traveled down his pants to stroke himself outside his jeans. When the feeling didn�t seem to satisfy anymore, Eiri realized that he had unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants to slip his hand inside and yank hard on his now hard limb. Eiri had never thought for one minute that seeing Shuichi with another person, how ever annoying, would be so�gods, Shuichi was begging. Eiri loved when he made the brat beg and seeing him beg outside of involvement was intoxicating. Eiri�s hand stroked faster and he found that the moment Shuichi screamed his climax, he couldn�t hold back much longer after that.

Eiri didn�t realize that he had shouted until Shuichi looked up, dazed, from the bed and started sputtering apologies. Ryuchi finally silenced him with a kiss and looked at Eiri, leaning against the doorframe, unable to move and winked. Shuichi didn�t watch Ryuchi leave, and Eiri�s head didn�t move from the doorpost when he passed him on his way out. Somehow, there seemed to be a quiet understanding between the two masks and neither wanted to ruin it.

When Shuichi finally got up enough energy to speak, the first words out of his mouth were, �I-I�m so sorry. I really don�t know what��

�Be quiet, brat, do you not see that I have come all over my hands?� With this and a smirk of satisfaction at Shuichi�s bewildered face, Yuki staggered over to the bed.

�You�re not mad at me?�

�We�ll discuss your punishment later.�

So it was no surprise when Yuki rolled over to Shuichi�s side of the bed and slowly brought his hand down to play with Shuichi�s parts, a little later in the night. Shuichi responded like always and Eiri was just glad that Shuichi had finally dropped the cigarette and �public-petting� cons. Eiri latched his mouth onto Shuichi�s nipple and sucked the nipple into responding and bit down on it, sending Shuichi over the edge. �Yuki, please.�

�I want to know all those things Sakuma was whispering in your ear that had you panting so,� it had been driving him mad since they had fallen asleep and if Eiri remembered his dream correctly, he was pretty sure that he had had some sort of dream that included Sakuma whispering in Shuichi�s ear, but yet again, he could hear nothing.

Shuichi blushed, and found that he could only speak when Eiri had finally brought his mouth down to slowly suck on his length. �He w-was as-asking if I wo-would like it i-if you we-were wa-oh gods, harder-watching us.�

Eiri smirked at the epitaph and told him, �Well, I was watching, and you did like it, didn�t you, brat?�

�I tho-thought you would b-be mad, but even so, it tu-turned me on to think about yo-you watching.� And that�s when it happened; Eiri pulled Shuichi�s length out of his mouth and slowly inserted a finger into Shuichi before he asked what else Sakuma had whispered. �He asked if we ever spoke dirty to each oth-other.�

Eiri snorted, his brat was too timid to try anything like that. �I am well aware that you are too shy to try a dirty conversation.� Without another word being spoken, Eiri slowly shoved himself inside Shuichi and when he hit his prostate, he felt Shuichi shudder in pleasure.

Shuichi, never to be deterred by anything muttered, �I c-can do i-it!� Eiri lost his sanity; it never took long but the conversation had gained momentum and so had their sex and just like that, Eiri pushed himself one last time into Shuichi before he yelled his pleasure, Shuichi following suit soon after.

As was expected, ten minutes after their glow had died, Shuichi told Eiri, �I could talk dirty if I wanted�oh! And Yuki! This �public-petting� K told me about, is not as embarrassing to me as you think it is. It�s you, Yuki, that�s embarrassed.� And before they fell asleep, Shuichi heard Yuki�s disbelieving chuckle.

So, once again, it shouldn�t have been a surprise when, the next day, Eiri heard the phone ring and found Shuichi�s voice on the other end. �What is it, brat?�

�It�s lunchtime and K said I have some time off before I have to go back,� there was a long pause before Shuichi finished by saying, �and I found an empty room to talk to you in.�

Eiri hadn�t caught on yet, and instead became angry at the singer, �So eat something, like a normal person, I�m in the middle of a chapter.�

�But, Yu-ki, don�t you remember our conversation from last night?�

Eiri smiled to himself and asked, jokingly, �Which one?�

�Maa, I can�t believe you don�t remember.�

Eiri rolled his eyes, of course he remembered and the phone call was starting to make some sort of sense. Eiri waited until Shuichi made the next move, if he wanted to prove that he could do this, it was all up to him.

�Yuki?�

�Look, brat, I don�t have time for you to decide whether or not you�re brave enough to do this,� though Eiri would admit, if only to himself, that the thought was definitely endearing.

Eiri heard Shuichi take a deep breath before he asked, �Well, what are you wearing?� At first, Eiri was a little taken aback that the whole conversation wasn�t going to end up being in Shuichi�s high-pitched whine, and the fact that he had calmed his nerves to let his voice flow evenly, had started already turning Eiri on.

�Is that the best you can do, brat?� Eiri tried to steady his voice, really, he had.

�Maa, I want to imagine exactly what you look like while you sit there, so that I can get a better picture of you taking those clothes off in my head.�

Eiri was impressed, the brat sounded like an adult. �Casual, I like to be comfortable in my study, so a simple button down shirt, open at the collar, and slacks.�

�Do you have anything on underneath the slacks?�

�You should know the answer to that.�

�Maa, have I ever told you I love the accessibility to your body?�

Eiri could feel the room closing in on him, and he was sure that he had lowered the temperature in the flat in the past hour. �I don�t think so, what else, brat?�

Shuichi was at a loss for words; he had started to unintentionally rub himself through his pants and was breathing so heavily that he couldn�t think clearly anymore. �You know what I would love to be doing to you right now?�

Eiri could hear the breathlessness in the way Shuichi was speaking, but he didn�t think the boy was brave enough to actually doing anything at the NG studios in some room, so he merely went on, �Putting me inside your mouth? Having me slam my penis inside your lithe little body?�

Shuichi gasped, that was completely uncalled for, and it was turning him on so much it hurt and he sputtered out, �Well, yeah, and I�d love to grab a fistful of your hair while you�re deep inside of me and yanking�hard.�

Eiri could almost hear the boy touching himself. �Well, brat, I hope you locked the door.� It would take an act of the gods to stop himself from doing the same, besides, he could just remind himself that in four hours his idiot would be home and he could do all the things they were about to talk about to him.

Shuichi ground out his answer through his teeth, �Didn�t I tell you I locked the door?� Shaking his head in confusion, Shuichi continued on to say, �in an odd sort of way, I�d love to have a repeat of what happened yesterday, but this time no Ryuchi and you watching me playing with myself, and me not letting you touch me until we both come by ourselves. Hearing you moan because you made yourself come makes me hot inside.�

Eiri chuckled on the other end, �Saa, brat, I�m willing if you are, but we�ll probably have to tie at least one of each our arms up so that we don�t reach out and touch each other. What do you think of binds?� Apparently, that was the finally straw for Shuichi as he gasped and moaned loudly into the receiver. Outside, Eiri could hear the ranting�s of a mad Kumagoro and he cursed. �That kid has the worse timing.�

And, of course, like a good fan boy, Shuichi muttered, �Let me talk to you in a little bit, okay, Sakuma? I�m on the phone with my mom.�

All Eiri could hear was an affirmative response and then dead silence before he asked, �The kid gone?�

�Nn.�

�Well, Shu, that was definitely an interesting experience. Did you have fun?�

�Are you teasing me, Yuki?� Shuichi already sounded embarrassed.

�Saa, well, maybe a little, only because I think it�s time for you to come home, right now. Your mother has something she wants to show her son and it isn�t going to wait until five, when he gets off.� Eiri could hear Shuichi groan under his breath.

�Yu-ki! I can�t. K has already started stalking the halls looking for me.�

�Shu, I don�t give a damn, come home now.� The phone clicked and all Shuichi could hear on the other end was silence and, as always, Yuki was right, it was time for him to go home, there was no way he would be able to explain the mess inside his pants. Sneaking past K and the rest of the group was easier than he thought and when he got back to the flat, a blur of gold and white came at him from all angles.

When the lovers were basked in a warm breeze and the lights were dimmed, Shuichi mumbled under his breath, �One more thing and I will have proven you completely wrong about me.�

Eiri only briefly raised an eyebrow, aware of what the brat was referring to, but too tired to think of a snappy retort. �Saa.� And with that, Eiri smiled, aware that tomorrow would probably be as eventful as this day had been. Then again, with Shuichi, life was always one event after another.
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