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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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Title: Water Test - part 2

[This story is the sequel to “Turnabout,” which was the sequel to “Sweet Equity”…]

Chapter: 3 (this is the 3^rd story in a series; depends on how long it takes me to get “there.”)

Author: ibshafer

Rating: NC-17; yaoi (natch, this IS Gravitation…)

Character/Pairing: ShuichiXEiri

Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and have no idea I’m making them do
naughty things to each other with their cute little bodies… I suspect they wouldn’t mind if they did… No
coins were collected in the writing of this story.

Summary: Shuichi’s got a plan; Phase 1: Testing the waters …

Warnings: blissfully graphic sex; sparse profanity

Genre: Gravitation; SIPWP (Slightly Introspective Porn Without Plot...)

~*~*~*~

Shuichi buried his head in warmth of Yuki’s broad chest as a blood-curdling scream tore from the
plasma’s speakers. Shivering and, if possible, pressing in closer, Shuichi wondered if Yuki realized that
this was the reason he always wanted to watch horror flicks in the first place…

He’d be very surprised to learn that not only did Yuki know, it was the very reason he always agreed to
them. Repressed soul that he was, Yuki couldn’t exactly come out and suggest that they snuggle…

Circling his arms around the man’s body, Shuichi breathed deeply the Yuki-scented air, a heady
combination of tobacco, single-malt scotch and his lover’s sweet skin…

The mere thought of Yuki’s beautiful body, hidden just beneath those well-tailored clothes, was usually
enough to redirect the flow of Shuichi ’s blood southward, but now, on the cusp of Phase 1, with the
experiment going exactly as he had planned, it was all Shuichi could do not to melt right where he sat…

“Yuki…?” Shuichi asked as gently as he could.

A cigarette dangling in one hand, heavy tumbler of scotch in the other, Yuki’s incredibly beautiful eyes, an
otherworldly shade of pale, smoky gold, were half-lidded with fatigue; he looked more asleep than awake.

He had enough consciousness left in him, though, to register the question and enough of that patented
Yuki Eiri ire to be annoyed by it.

His response was single, impatient sigh.

“What?”

Yuki had been working so hard these past two days, without sleep, without sex, nearly without food, he
was running on fumes, circling the drain, so, so close…

“Why don’t you go to bed, Yuki,” Shuichi said helpfully, nuzzling into the soft fabric of Yuki’s charcoal gray
shirt. Feeling the bump of a surprisingly alert nub with the tip of his nose, Shuichi fought the urge to press
his lips to it, forcing himself back and away from his lover’s warm body. “You’ve been up for two days
straight. It’s okay to be tired, you know.”

“I don’t need your permission to be tired, moron,” Yuki said, taking a drag off his half-finished cigarette, but
otherwise barely moving.

“I know that, silly,” Shuichi said with a giggle.

Yuki said the funniest things when he was tired.

Fingertip tracing a pattern on the exposed skin of Yuki’s smooth chest, Shuichi looked up at the man,
wishing his lover where awake enough to see the utter devotion no doubt etched across his face.

Then again, he was grateful he wasn’t because not being able to see Shuichi ’s devotion also meant Yuki
wouldn’t be able to see the schemes going through his head just then, something a sharper Yuki would no
doubt have been able to spot.

It wasn’t like Shuichi was particularly good at hiding what he was thinking…

“Don’t worry about falling asleep right here on the couch, Yuki. I’ll make sure you’re warm – I’ll cover you
with your favorite blanket,” another giggle, “and your favorite rock star…”

“That’s great, brat,” he said, words slurred after a sip of the scotch. “but where’re you gonna find Mick
Jagger at this time of night…?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” Shuichi giggled, pinching his lover’s belly.

“Who’s kidding,” Yuki asked through a haze of smoke as he crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

At this, Shuichi ’s brain considered derailing, (that old fart?!!) but then he decided better of it. He and Mick
could duke it out another time.

“So,” he began, sitting up straight, eying the man expectantly. “Can I have my goodnight kiss now, before
you fall asleep?”

On the surface, Yuki reacted the way he usually did to any of Shuichi ’s blatant requests for affection: jaw
tightening; brow dipping downward to shadow his eyes; body pulling away with a grunt of disgust.

His mouth, though, told the real tale.

It was so subtle, anyone else, anyone save Tohma, perhaps, wouldn’t have seen it, but it was there all the
same.

The corners of Yuki’s delicious mouth were turned up ever so slightly.

As an added bonus, his breathing had deepened and even in the faint green glow of the TV, Shuichi could
see Yuki’s pale cheeks flushing pink.

Anything he said to the contrary now, mattered little.

Yuki wanted him.

“If I said ‘no’ would it stop you?” His eyes were fixed to the screen, but his tone said he knew he’d been
caught.

It also said he didn’t mind…

~*~*~*~

Shuichi felt his heart skip a beat in his chest; he so loved this man.

Fighting the urge melt into a puddle of goo and beg Yuki to just do with him what he would, Shuichi
instead wrenched himself back into character – “Shuichi Shindou, Seducer Rock Star.”

Focusing all his energy on not pouncing outright, Shuichi merely shook his head slowly in response to
Yuki’s question, making certain to cast smoky wine-colored eyes towards Yuki’s half-closed amber ones
and hold them there while he performed the next maneuver.

Pushing up slowly off the couch with a pivot that brought him round to face the man, Shuichi balanced on
one knee, hanging in mid-air, suspended like that over Yuki’s body for a moment, eyes still locked to his,
before swinging his other knee up and over Yuki’s legs carefully and very, very slowly.

The man’s expression, a Yuki-subdued variation of awe, said he was both impressed with Shuichi’s sense
of balance and control, and aroused by it.

Shuichi, instead of allowing himself to impatiently drop down into Yuki’s lap, bouncing happily on those
muscled thighs as he might have on any other occasion – say one in which he had been commanded to
“Stop dicking around and get that cute little ass over here now!”; a request to which he always happily
complied – merely leaned forward, slowly and very deliberately, until his chest, clad only in a soft, nubby
gray sweatshirt, made contact with his lover’s smooth cheek and cloth-covered torso.

Arching his neck so he could still see the beautiful face below him, a face tilted up to see him, he slowly,
teasingly slid himself downward, never losing contact with Yuki’s body, never relinquishing his claim on the
man’s eyes.

He could feel the shift in power between them as he moved and so unaccustomed was he to it that he
nearly stopped what he was doing to let the sensation wash over him. Feeling the man’s stuttered
breathing beneath him, Shuichi’s skin began to vibrate with pleasure and when Yuki let escape an
unconscious groan of surprise, Shuichi nearly came on the spot.

And yet in spite of these reflexive, pleasured reactions, Yuki’s beautiful face was still a studiously
impassive blank page.

C’mon, Yuki. Give it up…

The obvious effort the man was making to appear unaffected was quite endearing.

But then, were Yuki more awake, at the first sign that Shuichi was taking on a more aggressive role,
something that always brought out the animal in Yuki, the man would have turned the tables, flipping his
little lover over onto his back, and ravaging every square inch of him.

While this would have lead to a splendid time for them both, it was not the particular outcome Shuichi was
going for.

Settling finally into Yuki’s lap, centering all his weight above his hips, knowing full-well where, and with
what, he was putting pressure, he heard the man exhale quietly, all in one stuttered breath, as though he’d
been making a concerted effort to hold it.

He’s fighting so hard. But he’s losing the battle…

Being careful not to show it, he let his inner-Shuichi perform an exuberant, naked happy dance while Yuki,
who was doing his best impression of a stone wall, wide awake now and none too pleased about it, just
glared at him.

“W-What are you doing, brat,” he ground out flatly.

Shuichi’s voice was a song of innocence, in marked contrast to where he was sitting, how he’d gotten
there, and clearly, clearly what his intentions were...

“I’m getting my goodnight kiss, Eiri,” he said, sweetly.

Yuki’s eyes flew open, cheeks coloring.

Eiri!

Shuichi rarely used Yuki’s given name and when he did, it almost always signaled a power shift between
them. Yuki never failed to immediately wrest control back from his little lover, but tonight…

Tonight, Yuki’s batteries were not running at full charge; no matter how lucid he seemed, he was seconds
away from crashing, which was right where Shuichi wanted him.

Knee-walking in closer until his hips were flush against Yuki’s, he arched into his lover’s broad chest,
hands slipping around his neck to bury themselves in Yuki’s soft hair.

“Shuichi …” Yuki grumbled a half-hearted warning through grit teeth as Shuichi brushed his lips against
the hollow of the man’s throat.

Yuki’s hands, it would seem, either had a mind of their own, or his body, programmed to respond to
certain physical cues in some strange, sexual, Pavlovian way, just knew where they belonged; after a
moment’s frozen hesitation, each found their way to a globed half of Shuichi’s butt.

Sensing the heat of those graceful palms through the fabric of his shorts, Shuichi felt a bolt of pure love,
and utter lust, shoot through his system.

The possessive sensation of Yuki’s hand’s, anywhere on his body, but most particularly on his ass, was
often his undoing. Shuichi struggled to maintain his composure, breathing deeply and counting to ten
quickly to calm himself.

“Y-you haven’t slept in two days,” he whispered into Yuki’s sweet skin, wiggling against Yuki’s hands.
Beneath his lips, the man’s pulse point throbbed erratically. “Which also means we haven’t… you know…
in two days…”

“And we’re not going to now, either.” Yuki’s voice was tight with effort.

Shuichi shook his head vigorously. “Of course, we’re not…” he said with a knowing wink.

“I just wanted to send you off to your dreams with something to think about, that’s all…”

While Yuki grumbled and, conversely, shivered, Shuichi ran the fingers of both hands in tandem up the
smooth cording of Yuki’s neck and traced the man’s jaw upwards, coming to rest above his soft brow.

Swallowing reflexively, Yuki closed his eyes.

“You’ve had such a hard week, Yuki, and it’s been hard on every part of you …" Shuichi’s voice was soft
and seductive as he let his words, in all possible meanings, settle into Yuki’s ears.

Leaning in closer, he placed a soft kiss on each closed lid.

“These beautiful eyes have been staring at a computer screen for two long, hard days.”

The hands cupping his ass twitched almost imperceptibly.

As if to cover the slip, Yuki groaned. “Shuichi … Don’t be a sap…”

With the tip of his tongue, Shuichi traced a line across the bridge of Yuki’s nose then pressed his lips
there, kissing him softly.

“They’ve got you jumping like a trained seal, performing tricks for their audience of lovesick women-”

“Are you calling me a seal,” Yuki asked, eyes narrowed in irritation.

Shuichi giggled. “You know what I mean… They use your talent to mass-produce whatever it takes to
keep the fans, and their shareholders, happy.” Here he smoothed the pad of a thumb across Yuki’s
creasing brow. Laying his lips against the cool skin, he pressed gently until he felt the tension begin to
leach out. “I hate that they prostitute you in the name of the yen-”

At this, Shuichi felt the body beneath him shift ever so slightly as though – was that all took? – Yuki were
trying to adjust to a new and growing discomfort.

Of course. A writer would respond to words…

He resettled himself in Yuki’s lap and was pleased to find the landscape changing – and his theory
correct.

“So now I’m a prostitute, is it?” Yuki’s voice was a growl, but his tone said that he was both amused by the
thought and in agreement with it.

“No, you’re not,” Shuichi said, his voice reverent and soft. “You’re a true talent and they’re using that
brilliant mind of yours to make themselves a lot of money.”

He laid a lingering kiss, with just the tiniest hint of tongue, against the smooth skin in the middle of Yuki’s
forehead.

“This is for your brilliant mind, Yuki…”

When he drew back, Yuki’s eyes sought out and fixed upon his, a faint look of surprise on his face.

They rarely spoke about his work, mostly because Yuki never wanted to; he was clearly, pleasantly, taken
aback by Shuichi’s assessment.

Moved by Yuki’s reaction and fighting tears, but determined to continue, Shuichi reached behind himself to
grasp one of Yuki’s hands and bring it forward.

“These graceful fingers have been working themselves to the bone…”

Yuki’s brows pulled together in confusion then arched upwards as Shuichi drew the hand towards his
mouth.

Starting in reverse, he slowly and deliberately pressed his lips to each finger, circling the last, the thumb,
with the tip of a curved tongue, tracing the length of it seductively before sucking it fully into his mouth.

Yuki’s breath caught in his throat.

Lingering for a moment, savoring the feeling of that smooth skin against his tongue, he drew off, kissing
the middle of Yuki’s palm softly, pleased at the tiny intake of air this drew from his lover.

That’s it, Yuki…

Shuichi closed his eyes against the pleasure, the relief, of a receptive Yuki Eiri.

The man worked so hard to keep up his front of control and indifference, that when he let his guard down,
which he so rarely did, it was such a revelation.

How often had Shuichi wished Yuki could be freer with his feelings, but had the man been more
demonstrative, more open about how he felt, such sweet moments would have been lost. When Shuichi
was able to find a crack in that armor, when he was able to get through…

It was all worth it; all the uncertainty, all the mixed-messages; all the doubt. All of it.

I love you, Yuki.

Yuki’s eyes, now half-lidded with pleasure, gazed at him so fondly Shuichi thought he might cry.

Perhaps it was fatigue that brought the man some semblance of patience, but maybe it was more…

I love you so much…

His voice filled with emotion, Shuichi drew his hands up now to frame the man’s pale, beautiful face. “And
this….” He smiled softly. “This is for me… because I’ve missed you so, so much…”

Shuichi leaned forward, though it was more like he leaned into him, making certain to connect with his
lover’s hard body in as many places as he could. Seeing he had the man’s dazed, but decidedly rapt
attention, he wet his lips with a pink tongue, letting the tip linger at the corner, pleased when he felt Yuki’s
body responding where he was pressed against it.

Yuki’s broad chest expanded as he drew in a deep, shuddering breath.

Yesss…

Feeling the heat start to build in every place their bodies met, but most of all in that triangular bit of real
estate south of both their borders, he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against his lover’s.

There was the slightest hint of hesitation from Yuki, perhaps a lingering commitment to his now-irrelevant
‘no sex’ pronouncement, and then the man gave in, lips relaxing against the fervent press of Shuichi’s
kiss, startling him when he allowed the younger man to maintain control and slip the tip of his tongue past
Yuki’s lips into the sweet depths of his mouth.

Hands framing Yuki’s face, fingertips threaded in that soft, soft hair, Shuichi allowed himself a moaning
sigh, melting into him.

“I love you, Yuki,” he whispered fervently, between kisses. “I just want to make you happy.”

He had half the buttons of Yuki’s shirt undone and one soft earlobe between his lips when Yuki finally
found his voice.

“Y-you’re not seriously trying to seduce me, are you, brat?”

Shuichi let go of the earlobe he’d been sucking with a final nip, grinding his hips against the man’s.

“You’re not seriously going to tell me it’s not working, are you, Yuki?” He punctuated the last part with a
slow, meaningful thrust.

He could feel the man’s cock through his trousers, straining against the fabric, and the sensation made his
head swim and his own arousal ache even more.

Almost there…

“I haven’t slept in over two days,” Yuki panted through grit teeth. “How far do you think we’re going to get?”

“We don’t need to “get” anywhere, Yuki,” Shuichi breathed, lips against the hollow of the man’s throat.
Finishing the buttons, he pulled Yuki’s dark gray shirt from his perfect black trousers and laid his palms flat
against the smooth skin, feeling the rise and fall of his broad chest. Beneath Shuichi’s right hand, Yuki’s
heart beat a hard and fast rhythm. “You don’t need to do anything, Yuki. I’ll do it all.” As if to illustrate this,
he laid his palm over Yuki’s heat and squeezed gently.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Yuki managed to choke out as he threw his head back against the couch
cushion. “You’re making less sense than usual – ah!”

Shuichi’s lips had closed over a hardened nipple, his teeth pulling gently at the nub. Nimble fingers made
short work of Yuki’s belt. A chorus of surprised and studiously restrained moans was accompanied by the
musical flourish of a zipper being pulled open.

“What do you need to understand, Yuki,” Shuichi asked softly, tongue tracing a line down the man’s
abdomen. “All you have to do is feel.”

Parting the opened zipper with his fingertips, Shuichi slid a hand inside; he found Yuki’s cock hard, hot,
and very happy to see him...

“Don’t bother telling me you don’t want this, Yuki,” Shuichi said, his voice low. Drawing that delicious flesh
out, he slipped his tongue over the head. “Neither I, nor your dick, would believe you.”

Yuki gasped at the sensation – another victory for Shuichi – then let out a shuddering sigh.

“F-fine,” Yuki grit out, eyes closed, chest heaving. “But no whining, you hear me? I’m not in the mood…”

“Of course not.”

Hand closing around Yuki’s prodigious length, he jacked him slowly, placing a soft kiss on the man’s
shuddering abdomen.

Believe me, Yuki. I’ve got nothing to whine about…

From above, Yuki groaned softly in the back on his throat, and Shuichi looked up just in time to see the
man’s jaw go slack and his eyes, no longer flitting beneath closed lids, roll back into his head.

His face took on that familiar, angelic cast and Shuichi could hear the soft even breathing and sweetly
nonsensical mutterings that could only mean one thing.

Yuki was asleep.

Bingo…

tbc...
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