To The End

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation or any of its characters. Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami, I’m only borrowing them temporarily for entertainment purposes. I don’t make money off this. I just love the characters and enjoy writing.

A/N: Well here\'s the last chapter for you. Hope you all enjoyed the fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. I won\'t take too long though, so you can get onto the story.

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True Colors
Week 12
Day 81 of Eiri’s absence

Shuichi sat in front of the television playing “Viewtiful Joe.” His face was twisted in concentration. “Stop moving, you damn Shark!” He shouted as his whole body moved in the direction he commanded his character, Joe to do.

The house phone began to ring, minorly distracting Shuichi from his game. He growled, focusing his full attention to his game, letting the phone ring.

Shuichi’s body jerked to the left. “Eat the damn bomb!” He yelled again, thankful the phone had stopped ringing.

“Aaaahhh!” Shuichi cried as his character was snatched into the jaws of the Shark demon boss. “How the hell am I supposed to beat this level,” he huffed.

The soft melody of Shuichi’s cell phone began. Upset at losing, the singer abandoned his defeated character and answered his cell phone, picking it up from the coffee table behind him.

“Shindou, here.”

“Hey, Shuichi. Everything ok? I just tried to call the house, but no one answered,” the voice asked.

“Oh, sorry about that, Tatsuha. I was playing a video game. What’s up?”

“I was wondering if it would be ok if I stopped by later. Maybe in four hours?”

“Sure, you know you and Ryuichi are always welcome to visit.”

“It will be just me. I just wanted to make sure you would be there. It’s important,” Tatsuha explained, his voice serious.

“Okay, sure. I’m off work today and I already had class, so I’ll be here. Is everything alright, Tatsuha?” Shuichi asked, concerned.

“I just really need to talk to you.”

“Tatsuha, what’s wrong? You sound funny. Did you and Ryuichi have a fight?”

“No, it’s… it’s Eiri.”

Shuichi gasped, his heart stopped. “What about him?”

“Look, I’d rather tell you face to face. I’ll be there in four hours. I’m on my way now.”

“Okay,” Shuichi replied in a whisper, his heart felt like it had fallen from his chest.

“See you soon, Shuichi.”

“Bye,” Shuichi replied, hanging up the phone. He had a bad feeling. Tatsuha wanted to see him face to face about Eiri and that couldn’t be good. Tears formed in the singer’s eyes. All of Shuichi’s fears filled him as water clouded his vision. “Eiri, please, no.”


Four hours later

A tall man stepped out of the elevator and walked slowly towards the apartment Shuichi was in. The man’s mind spun. Even after two hours, he wasn’t sure how to explain things to the pink haired boy. How would the singer react to what he had to say?

Doubt filled the man’s thoughts, causing him to swallow hard and start at the apartment door he just stepped in front of. Never would he have guessed that he would be there, about to tell Shuichi what he had to say. The man took a deep breath and knocked twice, moving his arm back down to his side.

The door opened slowly as if Shuichi didn’t want to open the door. The pink haired teen before him was wide eyed. He was dressed in navy blue shorts and a black shirt. The singer had obviously lost weight, by the look of the new clothes. They were fitted and showed the lean muscles under them.

The two stared at each other for a long moment before Shuichi finally whispered, “Eiri?” The boy’s eyes filled with tears.

Eiri looked up and smiled softly, “I’m home.”

Shuichi let go of the door that was helping him keep erect and threw his arms around Eiri. “Are you a dream?”

Eiri accepted the thin boy into his arms, holding him close and burying his nose into the soft fruit smelling hair. He pinched Shuichi roughly though the back of his shorts.

Shuichi yelped and pulled back as far as the writer’s arms would allow. “Ow!”

Eiri refused to let his Shuichi out of his arms. “I’m no dream.”

The singer smiled and Eiri knew he had been forgiven for the painful pinch. The boy once again wrapped his arms around the blond’s neck.

Quickly, Eiri pulled Shuichi inside the apartment; closing the door behind him and sliding his laptop bag and carry all with his belongings to the floor. His shoes were kicked off. Long arms wrapped tightly around the boy.

Shuichi cried softly against the writer’s neck, clinging to him as if he would never go. “Tatsuha said… he said he had to tell me… to tell me about you,” Shuichi sobbed.

“Shhh…” Eiri said soothingly. “I wanted to surprise you. I had him misguide you, so I knew you would never guess that I would be behind that door.”

“It worked,” Shuichi choked out.

Eiri grinned. It felt good to have his young lover in his arms. The blond kissed Shuichi’s neck tenderly. “Miss me?”

Shuichi hit Eiri’s arm roughly. “Don’t be stupid. Of course I did!” Shuichi exclaimed.

Eiri let out a soft chuckle, pulling Shuichi back enough to stare into his eyes. He gently wiped the slow tears from his singer’s face and noticed Shuichi staring intensely at his face. “What?”

“I’m making sure you don’t have contacts in, because so help me, if you’re Tat…”

Eiri silenced Shuichi with a passionate kiss. He felt his pink haired partner relax and melt against his body, but gripped his jacket sleeves. Shuichi parted his lips invitingly and Eiri accepted, drowning in the taste of the boy in his arms. His boy… his love was intoxicating.

Shuichi groaned, transferring his right hand from Eiri’s jacket to tangle into thick blond hair. Shuichi’s body responded to the older man’s touch. Eiri pulled away, breathlessly. Shuichi’s eyes were closed, but opened slowly as a goofy grin spread across the young boy’s face.

“Did that answer your question, Shuichi?”

Shuichi nodded, panting slightly. Eiri traced Shuichi’s still wet lips with a finger. The singer’s tongue peeked out to gently lick at the digit. “If you do that again, you’ll end up on your back,” Eiri warned, raising an eye brow.

“Promise?” Shuichi asked, slipping the blond’s finger into his mouth to suckle.

Eiri groaned, slipping his left arm around Shuichi’s waist and lifted him up. The singer followed the silent order and wrapped his slender legs around Eiri, still sucking on the innocent digit. “You lost weight. You need to eat,” Eiri stated, kissing Shuichi’s ear.

Shuichi removed Eiri’s finger. “How about I eat you,” the teen said brazenly, working to get the green dress jacket off Eiri’s shoulders and extended his own neck as an invitation.

“It’s a start.” Eiri groaned, taking the offered neck and sucking on it, causing a loud moan from his small lover.

Eiri started to move toward the bedroom, stopping halfway in the hall and leaning Shuichi’s back against the wall. He moved his mouth to the singer’s to press a deep kiss onto the luscious mouth. He pressed the boy into the wall for support to allow Shuichi to get his jacket off. In the heat of the kiss, Shuichi managed to discard the jacket and unbutton Eiri’s shirt, pushing it off to join its mate on the floor.

Eiri pulled Shuichi back into his arms and headed for the bedroom. Just outside the door, Shuichi pulled away, almost knocking them off balance. Eiri caught them using one hand to support them against the wall. The other hand cradled the singer’s butt as the boy stripped himself out of his black t-shirt.

The tempting flesh of Shuichi’s chest drove Eiri crazy with need. He leaned the boy back to attack a pink nipple. The blond felt the boy’s head hit the wall gently and his small flexible body arched beneath him.

Eiri’s tongue circled and teased the hard nub before his mouth moved to suck diligently on the other. “Eiri!” Shuichi cried, arching his back more. The singer’s hands tangled themselves into the writer’s hair.

Eiri moaned, biting gently on the nipple before pulling his head away. He wanted more of this addictive body. He needed to be closer. The writer pulled the singer back up, claiming the soft lips again. He pushed off the wall and kicked open the door, walking to the bed to softly dump his excited cargo.

Eiri took in the sight of the boy on their bed. His pink hair was disheveled more than usual. His lips were swollen from passionate kissing and his body thin, but writhing from the heat they had created. Yes, Eiri thought, he had missed his Shuichi very much.

The writer watched as a delicate hand snaked down the smooth chest of its master. Shuichi reached for the button of his shorts, but Eiri stopped him before he could start. “Wait. Let me,” he commanded, gently brushing the smaller hand away.

Eiri crawled onto the bed, hovering above his lover’s body. His mouth found the silky skin of the teen’s neck, nipping the flesh gently and then descended to the boy’s collarbone. Shuichi whined softly and his hands found strong shoulders to massage.

It was Eiri’s turn to moan quietly. His body was on fire, brought on by his feelings for the singer beneath him, however, he determined he wasn’t going to rush to the finish. He was going to torture his lover and bathe him with excitement.

Eiri again found one of Shuichi’s pink nipples, sucking gently, causing its owner to push up off the bed in desire. The writer smiled, moving to its twin. The body beneath him jerked forward and he felt fingers bite into his shoulders.

Satisfied, Eiri let his tongue slip down, lowering his attentions to a firm stomach. Dipping his tongue teasingly into Shuichi’s navel, he heard a soft cry from his love. Eiri looked up to see the teen’s face flushed with heat. He smirked as he thought; pink really was the singer’s color.

Talented fingers easily popped the button and unzipped Shuichi’s navy blue shorts that obstructed his path further. With a gentle yank, he rid the boy beneath him of both his shorts and underwear and tossed them randomly over the bed’s edge as the boy beneath him panted.

Eiri parted Shuichi’s legs, kissing his inner thighs. Slim fingers again took refuge into blond hair as their owner tried desperately to bring the writer to Shuichi’s straining erection.

The blond growled, not wanting to give in yet, even though his own erection was throbbing painfully between his legs. Instead, Eiri bit and sucked on the sensitive inner thigh. He marked and claimed the skin as his own as the boy cried out loudly, “Eiri! Please!” Shuichi begged.

Fire burned into golden eyes as his lover moaned. He could no longer deny the beautiful teen. Eiri moved up slightly, darting his tongue out to the tip of Shuichi’s cock. The boy’s taste filled his mouth, eliciting a loud moan from the blond.

Gently, Eiri slipped the tip of the singer’s erection into his mouth, sucking softly and the writer moaned again. The grip in his hair tightened considerably and after only a moment, he slipped the cock from his mouth, letting the tip brush his lips.

“Eiri! Please don’t stop!” Shuichi shouted.

The blond licked his lips and slid his body up against the smaller one beneath him. “I have better plans for you,” Eiri said seductively. He kissed Shuichi wildly.

The body beneath him responded with urgency as two hands slipped down the blond’s midriff to unfasten his trousers. The singer used both hands and feet to try and get the annoying garments off his lover. “Off! Now!” Shuichi ordered, when the clothing wouldn’t come off.

Eiri chuckled at his partner’s orders and the urgency in the teen’s voice. Eiri complied, pulling himself from the warmth of Shuichi’s body beneath him. He removed his trousers and underwear.

Shuichi moved to the side of the bed, and opened a drawer on his side of the bed. He noisily pushed around items before making a noise indicating he had found what he was looking for.

Eiri turned back to Shuichi who had lain back onto the bed. “In a hurry, Shuichi?”

Shuichi tossed the tube of lube to Eiri, who caught it in one hand. “Shut up and fuck me,” Shuichi said, his breath’s labored.

Eiri raised an eye brow. “You’re very commanding tonight.”

Shuichi looked away from the blond. “I’m sorry. I just missed you,” he said sadly.

Eiri leaned over the boy and cupped Shuichi’s cheek in his hand, making purple eyes look up at him. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” Eiri caught Shuichi’s lips before his lover could respond.

Without hesitation, Eiri used his free hand to pop open the lube and allow some to drizzle down over Shuichi’s entrance. The teen hissed as the cool liquid touched his skin and then he used one hand on the back of Eiri’s neck to pull him closer and kiss him deeply. The blond allowed Shuichi to dominate the kiss as he enjoyed the sweet taste of his young lover’s mouth. Eiri felt Shuichi lift his legs up and lock them around his waist, in a silent plea.

Eiri poured some lube into his hand, tossing the rest of the bottle aside as he stroked the liquid into his erection, still sucking on the teen’s mouth. Eiri pulled back from the kiss and stared into Shuichi’s purple eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered breathlessly. The blond pressed his cock slowly into Shuichi’s body, claiming the blushing teen’s lips again.

Both men moaned in chorus as Eiri moved forward, gently burying himself to the hilt. He felt his body tremble at the delicious warmth and tightness that surrounded him.

Shuichi eagerly bucked his hips up. “More,” he panted.

Eiri obliged his lover’s request, thrusting gently, savoring every tingle that coursed through his being. “Shuichi,” he moaned, pulling his mouth from the teen to let it slide to the neck that he adored.

The two lovers’ bodies moved to a slow beat. Eiri took his time, thrusting deeply, enjoying each moan and gasp his lover emitted. The writer’s mouth sucked hard on the soft flesh of the singer’s neck. This was where Eiri belonged: in the arms of his lover, making love to him with everything he had.

Shuichi moaned loudly, melting any further coherent thought from Eiri. His hand ran down the boy’s now-sweaty stomach, gripping the singer’s cock and stroking the teen in time of his thrusts. Reluctantly his mouth left Shuichi’s sinewy neck and Eiri found himself staring at this partner’s pleasured face.

Eiri’s desire swelled and his pace quickened. He plunged into the boy against him. Shuichi arched high off the bed, thrusting his hips back. Eiri was mesmerized by the gorgeous look on his partner’s face as they moved. Their bodies took control; forcing a faster, deeper pace. Sweat dripped from Eiri onto the form under him as their moans became louder. Shuichi thrust his hips up and impaled himself once more before crying out Eiri’s name, cumming forcefully over his lover’s hand. Eiri watched Shuichi’s face contort in ecstasy before following him over the edge, filling his lover with his release.

The blonde rested his head on Shuichi chest, panting softly. He could feel the teen breathing just as hard under him. With his eyes closed, Eiri said, “Shuichi.”

“Yeah?” Shuichi asked, snaking his hand around strong shoulders, pulling the blond closer.

“When you go on tour again, I’m going with you,” Eiri said. I don’t think I could bear being away that long again, he thought.

Eiri’s statement had been simple, but its meaning wasn’t lost on the pink haired teen. “I agree,” Shuichi replied, grinning.

Eiri smiled against the teen’s chest then lifted his head to greet his lover’s gaze. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“You’re supposed to guess. Isn’t this a game you like to play?” Eiri asked, frowning playfully.

“Okay, uhm… you missed me?” Shuichi giggled.

“Damn straight I did,” Eiri said kissing Shuichi sweetly.

Shuichi looked up at the man above him. The teen’s face showed surprise at the tenderness bestowed upon him. “Are you alright, Eiri?”

“No,” Eiri answered.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?” Shuichi asked, panicked.

“Shhh…” Eiri answered, stroking Shuichi’s cheek. “I do have an ailment, but it’s hopefully not a bad one.”

“What is it?” Shuichi questioned, concerned.

Eiri kissed Shuichi again, nibbling his bottom lip before pulling back. “I’m in love.”

The look on Shuichi’s face was one of utter shock. Eiri smiled, it was worth waiting to see that look turn into one of complete happiness.

“Oh, Eiri. I love you,” Shuichi replied, hugging his partner. “It is me you’re in love with, right?”

“I don’t know if we’ll make it, but I think we’re worth trying for,” Eiri whispered into the boy’s ear. He paused before continuing, “Yes, I love you, Shuichi.”

Shuichi’s body began to tremble. Hot tears fell against Eiri’s cheek and he stroked the boy’s hair to calm him. Eiri couldn’t help but grin. He was home. He was with Shuichi and for the first time in their relationship he wasn’t afraid to admit that he was in love. The writer pulled away. “Stay here.” His body groaned as he pulled from his Shuichi.

“Uhm… Okay, where are you going?”

Eiri stood up, glancing over his shoulder at his Shuichi. “I need to bring my laptop to bed. I just found the passion that the ending of my novel needs.” A genuine smile crossed Eiri’s lips. He had finally figured out his perfect ending; thanks to his lover.

Eiri walked out of the bedroom and down the hall, avoiding the discarded clothing on the floor. He would pick them up later. Right now he had to get his laptop and return to his love. He realized that although he would finish his novel tonight, the evening had started a brand new chapter of his own life. A chapter without fear, surrounded with love and full of freedom given to him by a boy who he had met out of luck.