Shuryu: More than Rivals?
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,227
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Shuryu: More than Rivals?
SHURYU: More than Rivals?
A/N: Hello everyone. Some of you may know me or this story from ff.net. This version is the “uncut” version which will follow my original plot line (which contains non-con and a lot of other things). Also, I wanted to say that this will mostly be a Ryuichi X Shuichi X Yuki fic for those who are wondering.
Warning: This, like almost everything else related to the Gravitation series is YAOI. If you have a problem with YAOI or something, don’t read… I’m not like K and hold a gun to you head to make you read this. With that stated, let’s get to the actual story.
“SHUICHI!” With that, the famous writer known as Eiri Yuki snapped. The yelling and pounding on his door had been going on for nearly four whole hours now and Yuki was about to…“SHUICHI! KUMAGORO’S REALLY COLD OUT HERE! OPEN UP, PLEASE!”
Sighing loudly and seriously contemplating continually banging his head on the corner of the desk, Yuki got up and trudged slowly to the door. Where the hell was the damn brat? “SHUICHI!”
Finally, Yuki got to the door. He slowly opened it to be greeted by a brown-haired boy holding on to a pink stuffed rabbit who looked as if he was going to cry at that very moment. The boy continued to rant and rave as the tall blond stared down, the boy oblivious to the fact that someone had finally opened the door. “SHUICHIDO YOU HATE ME! WHY DO YOU HATE ME SHUICHI! DID I DO SOMETHI…you’re not Shuichi…”
Repressing the strong urge to smother the brunette with his stuffed rabbit, Yuki calmly answered, “No I’m not. Now, why are you banging on my door?”
After a moment of contemplation, the brown haired boy happily answered, “I wanted to see Shuichi.” He nodded as to affirm his statement. He then held up the rabbit. “KUMAGORO too!”
Yuki could do little but stare. He looked at the sight before him. Brown hair tied with a red headband, pink stuffed rabbit called Kumagoro, over expressive blue eyes… damnit, it was Ryuichi Sakuma. Yuki slammed the door shut in his face. There was no way he’d deal with him right now. Let Tohma deal with the idiot, he was good at it.
As he grudgingly trudged back to his office and tried his best to ignore the idiot outside his door, Yuki could swear he heard a series of sniffles and various other sounds from deep within his hallway closet. Carefully, he opened the door.
“Yuki…” There, sitting on the floor of his closet sat his pink haired lover, Shuichi Shindo, crying his eyes out while rocking back and forth slightly. “I…”
“What are you doing in my closet?” Yuki asked, annoyance in his voice.
“They….I mean…YUKI!” the pink haired singer attached himself to Yuki’s waist. The writer just stared down at his lover and sighed. “What happened?”
After an hour or so, Shuichi was finally able to tell Yuki the events of that day, or at least most of them. “And then, K said that I’d be good publicity…but I don’t want to! Don’t make me do it Yuki!”
“So let me get this straight,” Yuki said, blowing a puff of smoke from his cigarette while sitting comfortably on the couch with his lover on his lap. “NG wants Bad Luck to do a joint movie with Nittle Grasper, but you don’t want to because…?”
“Because!” Shuichi replied, burring his head into Yuki’s chest and hugging the blond fiercely. “Because Sakuma-san will be there!”
“So? I thought you liked Sakuma. Wasn’t he your idol? I would’ve thought you’d jump at the chance to do a movie with him.”
“He was, but…” Shuichi closed his eyes tight and leaned his head against his lover. “I just can’t now…”
“Why not?”
“…I just can’t…” he whispered. The sheer thought of the older singer put Shuichi on edge, but at the same time, Shuichi was ashamed to admit that he could not stop thinking about the man...
A long moment passed though the house. Finally, Yuki had enough.
“Why the hell not? You’ve given me nothing but grief since I met you, you know that? Either do it and be done with it or don’t do it and shut up.” He got up, ignoring the fact that Shuichi had nearly fallen off the couch and went towards the kitchen to get a beer.
After he was gone, Shuichi curled up, pulling his knees to he chest, ignorning the stinging between his legs and the uncomfortable feeling of dried seed deep within him. “I just can’t be near him anymore… not after today…”
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Yes, there are a few revisions from the original, as you can all see. As a quick note, I also wanted to explain why this was posted as a NC17 fic. Well, because of the later chapters (especially starting chapter 4 on...) there will be things such as non-con, masturbation, oral sex, and other things between the characters. So, yeah...
A/N: Hello everyone. Some of you may know me or this story from ff.net. This version is the “uncut” version which will follow my original plot line (which contains non-con and a lot of other things). Also, I wanted to say that this will mostly be a Ryuichi X Shuichi X Yuki fic for those who are wondering.
Warning: This, like almost everything else related to the Gravitation series is YAOI. If you have a problem with YAOI or something, don’t read… I’m not like K and hold a gun to you head to make you read this. With that stated, let’s get to the actual story.
“SHUICHI!” With that, the famous writer known as Eiri Yuki snapped. The yelling and pounding on his door had been going on for nearly four whole hours now and Yuki was about to…“SHUICHI! KUMAGORO’S REALLY COLD OUT HERE! OPEN UP, PLEASE!”
Sighing loudly and seriously contemplating continually banging his head on the corner of the desk, Yuki got up and trudged slowly to the door. Where the hell was the damn brat? “SHUICHI!”
Finally, Yuki got to the door. He slowly opened it to be greeted by a brown-haired boy holding on to a pink stuffed rabbit who looked as if he was going to cry at that very moment. The boy continued to rant and rave as the tall blond stared down, the boy oblivious to the fact that someone had finally opened the door. “SHUICHIDO YOU HATE ME! WHY DO YOU HATE ME SHUICHI! DID I DO SOMETHI…you’re not Shuichi…”
Repressing the strong urge to smother the brunette with his stuffed rabbit, Yuki calmly answered, “No I’m not. Now, why are you banging on my door?”
After a moment of contemplation, the brown haired boy happily answered, “I wanted to see Shuichi.” He nodded as to affirm his statement. He then held up the rabbit. “KUMAGORO too!”
Yuki could do little but stare. He looked at the sight before him. Brown hair tied with a red headband, pink stuffed rabbit called Kumagoro, over expressive blue eyes… damnit, it was Ryuichi Sakuma. Yuki slammed the door shut in his face. There was no way he’d deal with him right now. Let Tohma deal with the idiot, he was good at it.
As he grudgingly trudged back to his office and tried his best to ignore the idiot outside his door, Yuki could swear he heard a series of sniffles and various other sounds from deep within his hallway closet. Carefully, he opened the door.
“Yuki…” There, sitting on the floor of his closet sat his pink haired lover, Shuichi Shindo, crying his eyes out while rocking back and forth slightly. “I…”
“What are you doing in my closet?” Yuki asked, annoyance in his voice.
“They….I mean…YUKI!” the pink haired singer attached himself to Yuki’s waist. The writer just stared down at his lover and sighed. “What happened?”
After an hour or so, Shuichi was finally able to tell Yuki the events of that day, or at least most of them. “And then, K said that I’d be good publicity…but I don’t want to! Don’t make me do it Yuki!”
“So let me get this straight,” Yuki said, blowing a puff of smoke from his cigarette while sitting comfortably on the couch with his lover on his lap. “NG wants Bad Luck to do a joint movie with Nittle Grasper, but you don’t want to because…?”
“Because!” Shuichi replied, burring his head into Yuki’s chest and hugging the blond fiercely. “Because Sakuma-san will be there!”
“So? I thought you liked Sakuma. Wasn’t he your idol? I would’ve thought you’d jump at the chance to do a movie with him.”
“He was, but…” Shuichi closed his eyes tight and leaned his head against his lover. “I just can’t now…”
“Why not?”
“…I just can’t…” he whispered. The sheer thought of the older singer put Shuichi on edge, but at the same time, Shuichi was ashamed to admit that he could not stop thinking about the man...
A long moment passed though the house. Finally, Yuki had enough.
“Why the hell not? You’ve given me nothing but grief since I met you, you know that? Either do it and be done with it or don’t do it and shut up.” He got up, ignoring the fact that Shuichi had nearly fallen off the couch and went towards the kitchen to get a beer.
After he was gone, Shuichi curled up, pulling his knees to he chest, ignorning the stinging between his legs and the uncomfortable feeling of dried seed deep within him. “I just can’t be near him anymore… not after today…”
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Yes, there are a few revisions from the original, as you can all see. As a quick note, I also wanted to explain why this was posted as a NC17 fic. Well, because of the later chapters (especially starting chapter 4 on...) there will be things such as non-con, masturbation, oral sex, and other things between the characters. So, yeah...