The Key to My Heart

Title: The Key to My Heart: Chapter 15
Author: JadeHeart
Archived: Found on gurabiteshiyon.net. If anyone else would like it, please ask me first!
Fandom: Gravitation
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: lemon, graphic sex, angst
Timeline: After the anime/manga finishes.
Characters: Yuki, Shuichii
Feedback: Feedback is always welcome! If I don’t get feedback, I don’t want to continue!
Summary: Just how far would Yuki go in search of Shuichi?
Author’s Notes: Well, I’ve had to up the rating now. Please take heed of the warnings, and don’t read this chapter if you don’t like this type of thing, or you are underage, as I don’t wish to offend. The verse is also mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they belong to the creators of ‘Gravitation’ , nor am I making any profits from this.


The Key to My Heart: Chapter 15

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED NC-17 FOR MATURE READERS ONLY – SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING THIS


By such little things are our dreams shattered,
Falling like shards of broken glass in the moonlight,
Reflecting the rainbows of our lost hopes,
To lay forgotten, on the grass of despair.

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Yuki had Shuichi pinned against the wall. He was not pinned there by force, Yuki’s hands rested on either side of his head, palms flat against the wall, and Yuki held his body away from his. The boy was pinned by the look in Yuki’s eyes. Eyes full of passion……want…..desire.

His head swooped down to capture Shuichi’s lips, pressing the boy back against the wall harder. Those soft lips moulded to his, caressing his. He nipped at the bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth and sucking, before releasing it to cover both again.

Shuichi’s lips parted under the pressure, and upon that invitation, Yuki dove into that glorious moist cavern, his tongue running over Shuichi’s. Under, around, caressing, stroking. He felt Shuichi’s soft moan, felt it in the vibrations that rose up the boy’s throat, issuing through his mouth, to be swallowed by him.

It had been a long time, too long as far as Yuki was concerned. It had been too long since he had touched Shuichi, kissed him, felt the smoothness of his skin. Too long since he had possessed that body completely.

His own body was already quivering with desire and need. He wanted to take the boy then and there, ravage him fully and completely, so he screamed out Yuki’s name in the throes of his ecstasy. But Yuki didn’t want it to be over so quickly. No, he wanted to draw this out, make Shuichi shake with desire, to beg for him.

He pushed forward, pressing his mouth harder against Shuichi’s, deepening the kiss. He moved his body closer, but still not quite touching. He could feel the heat radiating from that smaller frame, could feel that same heat building in him. His hands were clenched in fists, pressing into the wall, fighting against his desire to touch.

Finally he lifted his head, breathing deeply. A soft mewl escaped Shuichi. Yuki couldn’t help the feral grin that curved his lips. He obviously hadn’t lost his touch. Shuichi’s eyes fluttered open, glazed with passion, and lack of oxygen no doubt. Yuki knew just how to swallow the air from the boy’s lungs, making him light headed and weak kneed.

Shuichi looked up at him, their faces only a few inches apart. Yuki could feel the small puffs of warm breath caress his face, could hear the soft pants, could see the chest rising and falling rapidly, the flush that coloured the boy’s cheeks.

Shuichi seemed older some how, more mature. It seemed that he had grown up a bit. Not that he had grown taller, or anything like that. It was the look on his face, in his eyes. There was something there that Yuki didn’t yet understand. However, the look in the boy’s eyes at the moment was still the same as when he wanted Yuki. Pure lust.

He dove in again, capturing the mouth that turned upwards eagerly to meet his. This time he allowed one hand to drop, to fall to a shoulder, gripping it. He let that hand trail across the collarbone to rest at the hollow of the throat. He could feel Shuichi’s rapid heartbeat tapping against his fingertips, beating like the wings of a small bird trapped in a cage, begging for release.

He trailed his hand downwards, his motion halted by the first button. He moved his lips to Shuichi’s jaw, tongue following the bone out towards the ear. He breathed gently in the small shell-like ear, flicking his tongue out in feather soft touches.

All the while, his other hand was busy. Each button fell to his dexterity. Stop, undo the button, part the shirt, slide down the heated flesh it revealed. Stop, button, shirt, flesh, continue. His hand stopped at where the shirt was tucked into the trousers.

Yuki continued to kiss Shuichi’s ear, licking, nibbling. He gently sucked the lobe into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Slowly he moved his mouth downwards, across the flesh of the neck, moving along the underside of the jaw. When he reached the pulse point, he laved it hard with his tongue, pressing against it. He heard Shuichi’s breath hitch at the contact. He smiled against the boy’s skin, and repeated the motion, then fastened his lips to the flesh and sucked. Hard.

Shuichi tossed his head back a little, a moan escaping him. Yuki felt his body buck lightly. Hmmm, yes, he thought, savouring the taste of the skin in his mouth, the unique smell of Shuichi, an aroma that filled his senses.

He had finished freeing the shirt from its confines, and undid the last two buttons quickly. He slowly slid his hand upwards, starting from the slim waist, spanning over the ribcage, upwards, letting his thumb bump over the hard nub of flesh, which elicited another soft moan from Shuichi.

Yuki felt the boy’s hands resting on his hips, not trying to do anything more yet. He slowly rubbed his thumb over the nipple again, gently, then a little firmer. He felt the quiver that ran through the boy’s body, felt it as the nipple hardened further under his touch. Shuichi groaned again, body shaking.

Yuki could feel the hands at his hips tug at the bottom of his shirt, slowly undoing the buttons, moving upwards. Yuki moved his mouth back up to the boy’s, this time feeling Shuichi’s tongue delve deeply inside. He sucked on the boy’s tongue, sliding his own around it, drawing it deeper. He dropped his other hand to cup the side of Shuichi’s face, fingers tangling in the silky hair, pulling him closer.

Yuki shivered as he felt Shuichi’s hands finally touch bare skin, as he pushed Yuki’s shirt apart. The hands trailed upwards to his shoulders, sliding the material off and partially down his arms. Yuki wasn’t quite ready to release his hold on the boy’s body yet, so the shirt remained there. A harder tug on the fabric told him that Shuichi was getting impatient, so he relented, letting his arms drop, so the boy could push the shirt down further. The feel of the fabric easily sliding over his skin as it slid of his body made the hair on Yuki’s arms rise as though charged with electricity.

As soon as his arms were once again unimpeded, he drew his fingertips lightly up Shuichi’s arms, feeling the skin beneath his touch quiver at the contact. Slowly, he continued on to the shoulders, curling his long fingers around them, and with a quick jerk crushed Shuichi to his chest. The skin to skin contact sent sparks shooting through his flesh, and he shook. He heard Shuichi moan deeply, their mouths still locked together, devouring each other.

Yuki slid one hand around, and up Shuichi’s back, tracing over the shoulder blade, sliding his hand up the nape of the boy’s neck and into the hair. He gripped hard, pushing Shuichi’s head closer. Holding the boy closely, he dropped his other hand, running it down the chest, until fingers could close around the hard erect nipple.

At his touch, Shuichi moaned again, and bucked. He rolled the nipple in his hand, then tweaked it, hard. Shuichi let out a cry and Yuki swallowed it, feeling the body beneath his touch begin to shake harder.

He released Shuichi’s mouth and nipped at the underside of the boy’s chin, forcing him to stretch his head back further. Yuki eagerly ravaged that slim white column of flesh, kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking. He gloried at each mark he knew he would be leaving, holding the squirming body firmly so it could not escape his ministrations.

Shuichi was breathing hard now, his breath coming in pants, his moans punctuating the silence around them. Yuki slowly made his way lower, leaving Shuichi’s neck, lapping at the hollow of the boy’s throat, before moving down the chest. He trailed his tongue outwards until it reached the unattended to nipple. His other hand still stroked, flicked, and squeezed the other.

With his tongue, he slowly circled, drawing ever closer to his goal. Shuichi obviously enjoyed this sensation, the sense of anticipation, the excitement of the waiting. Yuki could feel his enjoyment in the way the boy’s body moved, the sound of his moans, the way the nipple was becoming more erect even as he gazed at it.

Suddenly, he latched his lips over that nub of flesh, and sucked hard. Shuichi cried out, arching his back, his hands around Yuki’s head, pushing his mouth closer to his flesh.

Yuki couldn’t prevent the shudder that coursed through his own body at this response. He could feel his erection throbbing, confined so tightly in his trousers. His own breathing was coming in short pants, his heart beating rapidly. He wanted Shuichi so bad!

He continued to suckle, before moving his mouth to the other nipple, and dropping the hand he had clasped around Shuichi’s neck to the abandoned one, to continue to give it some attention.

Shuichi continued to moan and shake, his hands clinging to what ever part of Yuki he could reach. Running over Yuki’s broad back, tracing the outline of the shoulder blades, trailing over the nape of his neck and lifting the hair away to trickle through his fingers.

Every touch to his flesh, made Yuki shiver, yearn for more, desire more. Every time Shuichi’s fingers clenched in his flesh, nails digging in, gripping, responding to an action, he felt the heat within him climb higher.

As he continued to suck and nibble on Shuichi’s nipples, he ran a hand down lower, sliding over ribs, into the dip of the boy’s stomach, feeling it draw in as Shuichi’s breath caught in his throat. His hand reached the waistband of the boy’s trousers. Yuki undid the button, grasping the zipper, and slowly drew it down. He could feel Shuichi’s moan through his mouth fastened to the boy’s chest still, as the pressure of the zipper ran fully along the length of the boy’s erection. That almost undid Yuki then and there, but he clamped down on his desire. It was too soon, far too soon.

Yuki slid his hand between the parted fabric, and ran firm fingers over Shuichi’s length, still clad in the silk of his boxers. The smooth fabric slid easily over the flesh it encased, providing no obstacle to Yuki’s motions. He felt Shuichi’s hips thrust into his touch, hard and demanding. He continued to slowly stroke it, using his tongue to stroke the boy’s nipple in time with his hand movement.

Shuichi kept thrusting towards him, until he could no longer continue to tease him. He released the reddened nipple and trailed his tongue down Shuichi’s sternum, dipping into his navel, whilst his hands reached into the boy’s boxers and drew his straining erection into the air.

Yuki could feel the heat emanating from the flesh in his grasp, the way it twitched as his fingers closed around it. His mouth left the flesh of Shuichi’s stomach, and closed around the head of his member.

Shuichi’s hands gripped Yuki’s head hard, as the boy thrust forcefully into his mouth. It was a good thing that he had been expecting it. Actually, had been hoping for it. He relaxed his throat muscles and let the boy push forward as far as he could go, hearing Shuichi’s cries of pleasure as he went deeper, the shudder coursing through the boy’s body.

Yuki slowly slid his mouth back up, before plunging down again, taking in all of Shuichi. Yuki slipped one hand up to cup the boy’s sac in his hand, rolling, and then gently squeezing, feeling Shuichi moan and writhe.

Yuki continued to slide his head up and down Shuichi’s erection, delighting in the responses he was getting, loving to feel Shuichi trying to push himself deeper into Yuki’s welcoming mouth, his body eagerly searching for more.

Yuki’s body was completely on fire, every motion fueling it further. Suddenly the fact that Shuichi’s body was still clothed, irritated him. Releasing his hold on Shuichi’s cock, he reached forward and gripped the top of trousers and boxers, and in one quick motion, stripped them down the boy’s legs to the floor.

Shuichi had moaned as Yuki had released him, but moaned harder when Yuki, on his knees, sucked the boy’s hardened member swiftly back into his mouth.

Yuki glanced upwards. The sight of Shuichi leaning back against the wall, head thrown back, eyes closed and panting, skin shining with sweat, with a look of utter ecstasy on his face – it almost made Yuki come right then.

He felt the dampening patch grow on his trousers, could feel his own erection weeping with need. He had to close his eyes on that glorious sight, or lose himself completely.

He slid one hand around Shuichi’s body to cup his buttocks, kneading the soft flesh, feeling the tightening of the muscles with every thrust the boy made. Slowly, he ran his finger along the crease between the cheeks, up and down. His other hand continued to roll Shuichi’s balls, then trailed along the ridge of skin below.

Yuki’s hand followed that path to reach the puckered entrance of Shuichi’s anus. Deep throating Shuichi, he pushed a finger inside at the same time, thrusting past the tight ring of muscle, feeling it clamp around his digit, pushing deeper inside the boy’s body.

The shout Shuichi let out was ear splitting. His hands tightened in Yuki’s hair to the point of being painful, and he thrust so deeply into Yuki’s mouth that his erection jabbed hard against the back of Yuki’s throat, almost making him gag, for all his control.

Yuki gripped Shuichi’s hip tightly, to try and control the boy’s violent movements, as he slowly slid his finger back out, to push in deeply again. Each time he did this, he could feel the muscles relaxing a little further as they stretched. He soon added a second finger, and Shuichi moaned deeper in a way that Yuki knew meant that the boy truly liked it.

He thrust his fingers in time with the motion of his mouth. He added a third finger, and Shuichi was writhing so much, it was becoming difficult for Yuki to hold him. They couldn’t stay here for much longer. As much as Yuki wanted to pick the boy up, thrust into his body and screw him hard against the wall, he really wanted to get them to the bed so they could do what ever they wanted, for however long they wanted. That is what he desired.

Shuichi’s entrance was stretched now, easily accommodating Yuki’s three fingers as they moved in and out of the boy’s body rapidly. Yuki felt Shuichi’s cock harden further, could feel the tensing of the boy’s body, and knew that it wouldn’t be long for him.

He angled his fingers, searching for that one spot, and was soon rewarded. Shuichi threw back his head further, body arching so much Yuki almost feared the boy would do himself some damage, and with a loud cry, he came.

Yuki tasted the flood of warm liquid as it spilt into his mouth. He swallowed, trying to take it all as quickly as it was coming. Shuichi’s body thrust forward a few more times as he rode out his release, groaning as the last of his climax was sucked away by Yuki’s hungry mouth.

He let the boy’s softening member slide from his mouth and withdrew his fingers from his rear. Looking up, he watched as Shuichi slumped against the wall in exhaustion.

Yuki slowly stood, sliding his body tightly against Shuichi’s as he rose. Shuichi moaned softly as he felt Yuki’s hard erection pressing against his skin, through his pants.

Yuki captured Shuichi’s mouth with his again, letting the boy devour the insides of his mouth, tasting himself on Yuki’s tongue. Reaching down, he cupped Shuichi’s buttocks, and lifted. The boy immediately opened his legs to wrap around Yuki’s waist. Still locked in the kiss, Yuki walked them towards the bedroom.

Carefully, he knelt on the bed, laying Shuichi down, covering him with his body. He ran one hand slowly down the boy’s side. Over the face, the long neck, over the curve of the shoulder, tracing the ribs, the dip of the waist, the flaring of the hip, down the smooth silky thigh, and as far as his long arms could reach. Every part of him wanted to possess every part of Shuichi, and his hands hungrily touched everything.

He could feel Shuichi’s hands trailing over his heated skin, sliding easily due to the sheen of sweat that coated his body. There was a push on his shoulder, and obligingly he rolled onto his back, arms still clasped around the boy and bringing him on top.

Shuichi released Yuki’s mouth and began to rain kisses over his face and neck. The boy’s hot, wet tongue trailed along his jawline, making its way towards his ear. He moaned as he felt the tip trace the outer rim of his ear, before flicking lightly inside with feather soft touches, only to return to circle around again. Shuichi’s teeth suddenly gripped the lobe, and he couldn’t help arching up at the contact, as a burst of pleasure shot through his body, finally centering in his groin.

Shuichi continued his assault on Yuki’s ear, dragging further moans of desire from him. Yuki could feel his entire body starting to shake with need. The boy finally released his ear, and he felt the tongue trail downwards, over the sensitive flesh of his neck, flushed with excitement, down to his chest. He knew what to expect, yet he couldn’t halt the cry that escaped him as Shuichi closed moist lips over one nipple, and suckled. Yuki writhed, pressing up against the touch. Shuichi was straddling him, legs on either side of Yuki’s, groin pressing hard against his aching erection.

Shuichi continued to shower his attention on Yuki’s nipple, as the boy’s other hand excited the other, bringing it to a hard erect nub. Yuki could do nothing but be a slave to his body’s desires, and Shuichi’s expert touch.

He felt a soft touch run lightly over the bulge in his pants. Shuichi had reached down and was cupping his erection, tracing its length through the fabric, sliding over and around it. Yuki pushed up against that touch, begging without words for more.

Shuichi took pity on his plight and sat back to use both hands. He quickly undid Yuki’s trousers, wriggling down his body and dragging the clothing with him, until Yuki lay completely naked on the bed.

Shuichi then slowly crawled back up on hands and knees, a sight that Yuki found so mind-blowingly erotic that his hardened cock began to weep, precum dripping on his stomach. His eyes hungrily devoured the sight of Shuichi in that position, moving slowly towards him, those violet eyes fixed on his. Eyes that showed a hunger as great as Yuki was feeling.

Shuichi crept upwards, then suddenly dropped his head and captured Yuki’s erection in his mouth. Yuki groaned and bucked upwards, hands clenching in the sheets.

Shuichi slid his mouth lower, inch by slow inch, so agonizingly slowly that Yuki was beginning to quiver in want. Shuichi could easily take his entire length. The boy had good throat control, and had learnt how to use that to the best advantage during sex. He knew that he could turn Yuki into a quivering ball of flesh, just by giving him a blow job.

Shuichi set up a steady rhythm, and Yuki glanced down his body to watch the boy’s head bobbing up and down, watching his cock slide in and out of that luscious mouth. The sight made him groan again and close his eyes, feeling his hips begin to thrust up to meet Shuichi’s mouth.

The motion increased a little in speed, and Yuki felt Shuichi hum lightly around his erection. He released a long drawn out groan, feeling his body begin to tense, his balls begin to draw upwards. He was so close!

Suddenly, Shuichi stopped and released him. Yuki gasped at the unexpected loss, his body shaking with the unfulfilment it so desire.

Shuichi crawled upwards and recaptured Yuki’s mouth in a searing kiss. Yuki ran his hand up Shuichi’s bent leg, over the curve of his arse, and trailing up the boy’s spine, feeling the sweat clinging to him.

Shuichi moved slightly, his hand reaching between their bodies to grasp Yuki’s erection. He broke the kiss and knelt back, never taking his eyes from Yuki’s. Yuki could feel Shuichi position his cock at the boy’s entrance, and then slowly, Shuichi sat back.

Yuki’s hands clenched in Shuichi’s as he couldn’t help but watch his own erection sliding slowly into his lover’s body. He watched it be engulfed, inch by slow inch. Watching it made him harder, made him want to pound into that warmth that was encasing him slowly.

He groaned deeply, but couldn’t tear his eyes away. He felt Shuichi shiver, the quivering reaching right into the boy’s hands as they gripped Yuki’s hard. Glancing up to Shuichi’s face, Yuki could see it was flushed, sweat beading the brow, eyes glazed with passion. With a small grunt, Shuichi embedded Yuki inside himself fully to the hilt.

Yuki held himself completely still, as Shuichi breathed hard above him, letting the boy grow accustomed to the feeling. Then he felt Shuichi move a little, a small lifting, and then slowly settling back.

His whole body was tense with the difficulty of maintaining some control. He wanted to feel more of that warmth, he wanted the friction, to hear Shuichi scream out his name. But he held still instead, letting Shuichi set the pace he needed.

Shuichi gradually began to make the motions longer, almost sliding up Yuki’s full length, before dropping back to fully engulf him once more. The motion was becoming easier as Shuichi’s body stretched to cater for Yuki’s length and width, easier as Shuichi’s channel became wetter with arousal and Yuki’s precum.

Shuichi laced his fingers with Yuki’s, and using their clasped hands as leverage, he began to ride Yuki’s erection.

Yuki gazed up at his young lover, drinking in the sight of the boy’s flushed body moving over him, his hair sticking in strands to his sweat coated face. He watched his cock slide in and out of that warm body. Yuki loved to see Shuichi’s face contort with pleasure, mouth open in desire, gasps and moans indicating the depths of his ecstasy. The sight only increased Yuki’s own desire, and he couldn’t prevent his own breathing increase in pace, as his body began to thrust hard up to meet Shuichi’s downward motion.

Shuichi increased the pace, ramming hard down on Yuki, driving him deeper inside. Yuki knew when he had hit Shuichi’s prostate because the boy threw back his head with a cry, his body almost contorting as he tried to impale himself further on Yuki, trying to draw out that pleasure.

Yuki pulled down harder on their joined hands, arching his pelvis as far off the bed as he could, to press deeper into Shuichi. He could see Shuichi’s erection, red and engorged, standing upright against the boy’s body, liquid dripping from the tip and sliding down the shaft. Yuki thrust up hard again, once more hitting the spot, making Shuichi cry out. His movements were now frantic. Desire and need and want pulsing through his body, a body that craved its release.

Yuki broke their grip, and reached out one hand to clasp Shuichi’s pulsing erection, gripping it hard, and furiously beginning to stroke it. Using his other hand, he grabbed Shuichi’s hip and thrust upwards, as he pulled the boy down, to ram himself deep inside.

This was all too much for Shuichi, who threw back his head and screamed out, as he came violently, semen spraying over his chest and stomach, raining down on Yuki’s, and running over his hand still pumping the boy’s cock. The feel of the tightening of Shuichi’s interior muscles around his own cock, still buried deep inside the boy, coupled with the sight of his sexual release bathing them both, sent Yuki crashing over the edge.

He thrust upwards once more, feeling the drawing inwards of every muscle in his body, even from his toes. Building, drawing in, until it burst out, and he pulsed his release hard inside Shuichi’s warm channel. He couldn’t help but cry out, as his climax was dragged from him, making his whole body shudder. He gasped, trying to get air back into his lungs, to be able to breathe again.

Gently, he drew Shuichi’s still shaking body, down to lie on his chest. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, rubbing his cheek against the hair on the head. He sighed blissfully. They lay like for a moment, each waiting for their bodies to ease out of the throes of their lovemaking.

Carefully, Shuichi lifted himself and allowed Yuki’s softened member to slide from his body before bonelessly slipping to the side, to lie on the bed next to him.

Yuki turned his head to look at Shuichi. The boy’s face was still flushed, sweat soaked hair still clung messily across the features. Yuki still thought it was a beautiful face. He reached out and brushed some of the hair away, softly trailing his fingertips over the cheek. Shuichi smiled at him sleepily.

“I love you, Yuki.” he whispered, snuggling in closer.

Yuki opened his eyes to daylight, squinting at the brightness. He had forgotten to draw the curtains the night before. The sun shining through fell full on the bed, warming his skin.

He rolled over and gazed at the other side of the bed. Reaching out, he ran a hand softly over the sheet, fingers instinctively searching for something that was not there.

His thoughts were still full of last night. His body remembered the touch of skin against his, the heat washing over him, soft deep kisses with tongues entwined. His body ached with the memory of his desire and arousal.

A single tear slid from the corner of his eye. For the first time, in he couldn’t remember how long, he had felt happy again.

How he wished it had been real!