Interlude

Interlude 2


The watcher gaped at the scene. This was the side to their relationship that was usually reserved for the privacy of their apartment, he guessed. Yuki, who was usually so distance and disinterested, wasn't either. He was dominating and possesive, he could almost hear his thoughts as his hands and mouth worked Shuichi until he was past protesting - 'Mine. All mine.'

His lips were working one of Shuichi's nipples, and Shuichi was moaning in pleasure, clinging to him. Yuki's hands were working on the fastenings of the pink-haired boy's leather pants, but Shuichi seemed unaware of the fact, or perhaps he was too lost in pleasure to care. The watcher couldn't believe Yuki was willing to have sex in an open hallway. He waited for him to break it off.

Instead Yuki's hands finished unfastening the leather pants and he broke away from the singer's body to pull them down. Shuichi gasped, cold air reawakening his dormant mind. He blushed bright red, his hands quickly covered his nakedness, as he glanced up the hallway, missing the silent observer around the corner. "Yuki, what are you doing?" He tried to reach down to grab his pants, but Yuki's hands grabbed his.

"Oh, no don'don't. Band practice can wait." He pulled Shuichi's other hand away from hiding his erection, and pulled the other boy against him. "We're going to practice something else." He whispered low in his ear, and moved his hips against his.

Shucihi moaned. Still, he fought to control the desire. "Yuki, if anyone saw me like this, I'd never be able to face them again!"

Yuki's hands released his and stroked down his back to grab the smooth flesh of his buttox. Shuichi gasped, and Yuki chuckled. "And who could see us?"

"We're in a hallway at a record company, anyone could!"

"No one uses this hallway, baka..." He covered his neck in kisses.

Shuichi drew in a shaky breath. "What about Touma - it's his company! Or Mika...nnn..." He was finding it harder to speak his thoughts - which, he knew, was Yuki's plan all along.

"If they dared interrupt, I'd tell them where to shove it."

"What if Hiroshi or Suguru come looking for me because I'm late? How could I go to practice if they found us in the middle of this? Do you want to humiliate me?"

"I want you to stop protesting..." Yuki kissed him, then broke away. "I want you to stop talking..." He licked his way down his jaw and neck. Shuichi moaned. "I want you lost in passion..." He clamped his lips down on the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking. Shuichi whimpered, his arms around Yuki's waist. He ground his hips into Shuichi's, who cried out. Yuki groaned, his lips releasing Shuichi's neck, leaving a red mark in their wake. "Mmmm...now this is more like it..." Yuki covered his shoulders with kisses.

"Please..." Shuichi moaned.

"Isn't that what I'm doing?" Yuki teased him, kissing him fiercely, his hands stroking up Shuichi's back. Shuichi broke out of the kiss with a cry, throwing his head back. Yuki groaned again, licking at the exposed neck hungrily. The singer whimpered again, his hands stroking up the blonde's back. Yuki exhaled sharply. "Damn it!" He hissed, and swung the pink-haired boy up into his arms, managing to pull the leather pants off and dit tit them on the floor.

Shi gai gasped, squirming. "What are you doing??"

"I need to be in you..." He carried him over to a nearby doorway, fumbling with the doorknob. Shuichi quickly helped him with it, and they disappeared inside the room.

The watcher intook a shaky breath of his own. Then he glanced at the clothes abandoned on the floor, and his eyes sparkled mischeviously.