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Dinner Party	By : rileycharlotte Category: Gravitation > General Views: 3713 -:- 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.

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Disclaimer: Still don�t own Gravitation. Maki
Murakami didn�t stop by my house last night and hand me the federal copyright
papers (do they have those in Japan? Is there even such a thing as a federal
copyright PAPERS? I don�t make these things up do I?)

Hmmm� okay� well, I got some cool reviews that really
brightened my day. (That�s an understatement, I literally did ballerina leaps
around my living room, and I haven�t taken a dance class since I was four. It
was quite a sight. Maybe it�s all that Ranma � I�ve been reading� you know how
he�s always jumping around�never mind) So� bottom line� THANK YOU UBER PATUBER
(the fuck�s a patuber?) MUCH!!!!!! YAY!!! HERE IT IS!!!

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�I didn�t know you had an assistant Ysan,san,� Ishihara gave
the boy an appraising glance. Just because he ran a business full of overly
critical sadists didn�t mean he himself had to be, but of course the man wasn�t
very original either.

Yuki bit his lip, his hands slid to the pinewood legs of the
chair he sat in, gripping them to hold himself back from rearing up and
straggling the pink-haired intruder.

�He actually just got me, a few months ago, isn�t that right,
Master Yuki,� Shuichi looked at his �master� with wide violet eyes,
batting his eyelashes subtly enough for Ishihara to discount, but Yuki to pick
up on.

The novelist shuddered, a knot growing in his stomach. This
wasn�t going to end well.

Shuichi seated himself in one of the two empty chairs set
around the table, still smirking at Yuki. He even kept that look on his face
while he placed his order.

�I think I�ll have the sausages in cream s, pl, please,�
Shuichi handed the waiter the menu.

Yuki�s heart stopped beating for a moment, and then resumed
beating with a rapid force in the extreme points of his body. He tightened his
grip on the legs if the chair. Looking up, he saw that Ishihara had started
talking again, clearly oblivious of the danger ahead.

�Whoops,� Yuki�s eyes shot back to his lover, who had dropped
his napkin on the floor. �Guess I�d better pick it up.�

When Shuichi bent over, Yuki took first note of the pants.
His first thought was why had he not noticed them before? They crept up only so
high, and fit snug against the flesh of the firm cushion of his ass, clinging
desperately, begging anyone with common sense to rip them off.

The reason Yuki hadn�t noticed the pants hit him very hard,
and he had to cross his legs to hide it.

�Do you not enjoy your desert, Master Yuki?� the boy seated
himself upright again.

�It�s fine,� he covered up by taking a large bite of
chocolate moose, to stifle the odd glance from the president.

The pudding stuck in his throat and he couldn�t swallow it.
Even this act of Shuichi�s had been deliberately cruel. It had only been a week
since the singer had brought home a tub of chocolate moose that had been a gift
from Ryuichi (why he�d given it, God knows). The bottom line was he had wanted
to use it during sex, and Yuki, much opposed to the idea of spreading sticky
stuff all over his prized possession did not. However, he eventually gave in,
and put a little on Shuichi. It tasted much better being washed down with cum
than just straight.

With a little douse of wine, he solved his problem up top,
but the problem in between his legs was becoming more and more urgent.

Of course it was just the perfect time for Shuichi�s food to
arrive, before Yuki could calm himself back down.

�Oh, good,� the assistant turned to Ishihara, who had shut
up, allowing them a moment free from pointless blabber. �My sausages are here.�

Yuki clenched his teeth to stifle a groan. His hands now
coated his lap instead of the legs of the chair. He prayed to any holy deity
out there who would listen for Shuichi to never say �sausage� like that ever
again.

What followed was nothing short of sheer torture for Yuki.
Piercing one of the thick, juicy *******s (the word has been edited out for
Yuki�s sake� it�s the food Shuichi ordered� not a real lemon yet� heh heh), with
a fork and bringing it painstakingly slowly to his mouth, Shuichi was really
getting his revenge. He ran his tongue over the soft flesh for an instant, and
then pulled it away, making Yuki let out a small breath like a puff of air.
Next, he dipped the tip of the meat into the cream sauce, lapping at it with
long strides of his little pink tongue. It was almost too much for the poor
novelist. Once clean, Shuichi gave the ******* (it�s still the food, don�t
worry� just edited for Yuki�s ears�) playful bites, touching his lips to it and
sucking a little, making raised abrasions on the meat.

Without warning he deep-throated it. Yes, he shoved the
ENTIRE sausage (ah screw editing the word) into his mouth, removing the fork
and closing his mouth in a naughty little grin over the meat. Yuki�s hips
bucked up so hard, the table knocked over. It fell right on president Ishihara.

The man was trapped, muffled cries of outrage could be heard
from underneath the cloth. But suddenly, the novelist no longer cared if his
career was in jeopardy.

�Ishihara-san,� Yuki stood next him, or what was left of him,
�I have something important to discuss with my assistant. We will return
shortly.�

Shuichi finished swallowing the sausage, now looked on,
wide-eyed. Yuki grabbed his wrist so forcefully that he nearly yanked the
singer�s arm from its socket as he dragged the boy away with deep vehemence
that made the atmosphere around him glimmer in anticipation.

�Where are we�� but Shuichi stopped when he was pulled
through the swinging door, the sign upon it hushing him up almost for good.

Yuki had leaded him into the Men�s Room.

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alright then� what a cliffy� hehe�
guess you can see where this is going� hehehehehe� yuki�s so scary right now it
cracks me up� is he out of character? I hope he�s not out of character� oh even
if he is, I don�t care� I want a nice sour lemon tart and I want it now! I�ll
try to post it soon, but I�m really gonna take my time with this one� it will
be really raunchy� YAY! ��. Well, night-night�(it�s night time while I�m
writing this�) so I wish you pleasant dreams of playgrounds made of long thick
hard� ice cream bars� what did you think I was going to say? Oh well� dicks
too. What a night that would be�
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