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Case of the Ex	By : midnightphoenix Category: Gravitation > Yaoi - Male/Male > Yuki/Shuichi Views: 621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Breaking Up Isn't Hard to Do
- 2-Scenes in a club
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Disclaimer : I still don’t own Gravitation. All rights belong to Maki Murakami. No profit is being generated from the writing of this story.
Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you. – Loretta Young
Hiro’s Kawasaki Ninja 250R Sport came to a screeching halt as he braked in front of Infinity’s entrance. The line of people waiting to get in was literally gawking as he and Shuichi got off of the motorcycle. He mentally did a countdown as they took their helmets off. As he hit zero, the screams started to escalate, until they could have broken the sound barrier. The guard had a hard time holding back the squirming mass of people. Luckily, K had followed them with Suguru in tow. The trigger-happy American was all too willing to let his Magnum do the talking for him. A pointed glare at the crowd made them fall back, letting the trio escape into the club unscathed.
“Hiro, the next time I suggest clubbing, please remind me why it’s a bad idea,” Shuichi muttered, still feeling his ears ringing from the loud cacophony outside.
Hiro had to fight back a snicker at the disgruntled look on his friend’s face. “Like that would stop you,” he replied. “You’re game for clubbing even though the fans usually camp outside of them in hopes of seeing you.”
Running a hand through his midnight-blue hair, Shuichi didn’t reply right away. His violet eyes were scanning the room. No one had caught his eye yet, but the night was young. He was ready to dance the night away dressed in a crimson red, long-sleeved, lace-up shirt with black, motorcycle zip pants that clung faithfully to his lean frame. Black boots with a slight heel and a black choker completed his look. Hiro had decided to dress in a sleeveless, gray muscle shirt that fitted firmly against his chest and torso. Low-riding, black trouser pants along with black boots completed his outfit. Suguru and K seemed overdressed compared to the other two. But honestly, they couldn’t imagine the duo in club clothes. Just the thought of it made Shuichi want to snicker. “Okay, I admit that you’re right. It doesn’t mean that I want my freakin’ eardrums blown out by someone screaming into them. If this keeps up, I’ll need a hearing aid a lot sooner.”
They walked to a nearby table and sat down. Shuichi knew that before long he’d be hitting the dance floor, but right now he just wanted to soak in the sounds of the club. A flash of something blond caught his attention and he glanced up. Violet eyes widened as he took in the man standing not too far from him. All thoughts of screaming fans and his irritating ex-boyfriend left Shuichi’s mind as he stared mesmerized, the tempo of his heart starting to race with excitement. As if his mind had been read, the man turned to look in his direction. Golden eyes stared intently at him, even as a corner of the man’s full mouth lifted up in a smirk. Shuichi’s eyes narrowed in a silent challenge. The guy might have looked like a god, but Shuichi wasn’t stupid enough to fall for looks alone. Not after what Shishio had done. If Mr. Handsome wanted him, then he’d have to pursue him. Shuichi wasn’t doing the chasing this time. Leaning towards Hiro, he said loudly enough to be heard over the blaring music, “See that blond guy over there? Is he still looking over at me?”
Hiro glanced to where Shuichi indicated out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, there was a tall, blond male staring at Shuichi. Holding back the urge to start laughing, Hiro replied, “Oh yeah, he’s definitely looking at you. And now, I’m being glared at. Should I feel flattered that he’s jealous of me?”
“He’s got potential, but he’s gonna have to work to get me anywhere near him. I’m through with doing the chasing.” Violet eyes gained a sudden evil gleam as he thought of how to make the other man come running. “Hiro, feel up to a little game?”
Recognizing that look in his friend’s eyes, Hiro had to fight back a shudder of fear. Listening as Shuichi whispered in his ear, he sighed heavily. “Alright, Shu, whatever you say. I think Mr. Mystery Man should start running.”
Punching his friend’s arm playfully, Shuichi rose from his seat. “Gripe all you want, you know I’d do the same for you.”
“And that would work if I was gay, which I’m not. At least he’s got you in a better mood.” Following his friend onto the dance floor, Hiro only hoped that this didn’t backfire on his friend. But judging from the glare he’d received, it just might work. Jealousy was certainly a motivating factor if done correctly. And the odd thing was that Hiro swore he’d seen the man somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it.
The throng of dancing bodies gyrated around the two as they let themselves get lost in the raucous beat of the music. Standing behind the other man, Hiro pulled him close to his torso. He tried to restrain a blush as he felt Shuichi’s ass nestle tightly against him. Arms wrapped tightly around him, Hiro had to remind himself that he wasn’t gay as the feel of Shuichi rubbing against him was starting to take its toll. He could faintly hear squeals as some of their fans openly encouraged their little bit of fanservice. Hiro almost chuckled as it brought back memories of when they’d been in high school. The girls couldn’t get enough of Shuichi and Hiro acting out their little fantasies. Peering up from beneath his veil of bangs, he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips. If that glare was any indication, Hiro was a dead man. Those golden eyes were wishing death upon him and he could sense the anger radiating from the other man. Feeling flattered that he could rile the blond, he leaned over to whisper in Shuichi’s ear. “Don’t look now, Shu. Your admirer is giving me such dirty looks that I need to stop by a laundromat on the way home tonight. Once I’ve taken out the daggers he’s glared into my back, that is. And here he comes now.”
K couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face as he saw what unfolded on the dance floor. Suguru didn’t seem too phased by everything that was happening. Then again, K mused, he supposed the younger man was used to the madness by now. The American had recognized the man. He doubted that Yuki Eiri-san even knew that his interest in the singer had been discovered. The novelist had been seen lurking around a certain studio at NG Records - one that was known to be exclusively used by Bad Luck. Oh sure, he could have been there to visit his brother-in-law, Seguchi Tohma, but the gun-wielding maniac knew better. Quickly putting two and two together, he had an inkling of just who had given the blond the information about where they’d be tonight. His singer certainly looked interested in the younger man, especially given the way he’d resorted to making the novelist chase him. If they ended up together, then fine. In K’s opinion, he couldn’t do worse than his last relationship.
Golden eyes couldn’t tear away from the wonderful sight before them. There he was…and what he was wearing. Well, let’s just say that it won Yuki’s approval. Black pants hugged his thighs and ass. His shirt laced up the front, leaving a nice expanse of flesh open for Yuki’s perusal. From the looks of it, since his last visit to NG, Shuichi had dyed his hair recently. The blond found himself liking the new color. The dark blue shone brightly underneath the lights of the club. Spotting the other three men with him, Yuki recognized them as the man’s band mates and his manager. The piercing screams that followed the men as they entered the club had his ears ringing in pain. Grumbling underneath his breath about idiots, Yuki’s eyes never left his intended prey. Once the older man was seated, Yuki decided it was time to go speak to him. Violet eyes shifted his way and he’d felt as though he’d been poleaxed. Those eyes definitely held a spark of interest and it was aimed solely at him. A smirk eased across his lips with an easy grace as the thought of having the infamous Shindou Shuichi as his future partner flitted in his mind. The violet eyes that were staring at Yuki narrowed in a challenge as if Shuichi knew what he was thinking and didn’t approve. Shuichi’s expression should have been intimidating but only served to make him look like a pissed off kitten. Then he saw an unholy look cross those innocent features, causing a sense of irritation to flare through him like a supernova. That look screamed trouble and Yuki swore he saw a pair of devil horns peeking up through the other man’s hair.
His irritation rocketed up a notch when he saw him lean over to the redhead and whisper into his ear. Jealousy seethed through his stomach and formed a tight coil. Brown eyes glanced over in his direction and Yuki openly glared at the older man. He tried to convey his thoughts in that glare. Back off, he’s mine damn it! More words were exchanged between the two and Yuki unconsciously clenched and unclenched his hands. A good thing he wasn’t holding a glass or it would have been shattered in pieces by now. He silently watched as the two rose from their seats and walked to the dance floor. Self-control splintered into tiny shards as the blond witnessed the scene in front of him. The two had started dancing, with the redhead standing directly behind Shuichi. They were pressed so tightly together that an air molecule couldn’t have gotten between them! All he could see was that deliciously tight ass pressed against the other man. Arms that he wanted to rip off for even thinking about touching Shuichi were wrapped around the man’s waist. Oh, it was so on now! And those insipid little tramps were encouraging the whole fucking thing! If they wanted to see a little show, then the blond would be happy to give them a show they’d tell their grandchildren about! Yuki wasn’t about to stand for this any longer. Teeth grinding together, he stalked over to where the two were “dancing”. That is if you could consider grinding on each other until he was certain sparks would start flying dancing.
Shuichi had to restrain himself from smirking as he saw the man’s angry expression. He loved it when a plan came together. The younger man had looked gorgeous from far away, but up close he was more godlike than anything else. With a handsome face that some would call androgynous and a muscled body to match...Shuichi could feel his libido stirring. Blond bangs fell over eyes of a similar color. All of that emotion was directed solely at him. Just by looking into those eyes, Shuichi knew he was different. This man was no Shishio. A skin-tight, dark-red long-sleeved shirt hugged his torso. Black pants fitted to places that Shuichi could only dream about – for now, at least. He spied a golden flash and discovered it to be a golden hoop earring that adorned the lobe of his left ear. Unconsciously, he wondered if that ear was sensitive to touch. Black boots finished the ensemble. He looked steadily at him, insistent on not giving in too early to the blond. It was the other man’s turn now.
“Mind if I cut in?” Yuki watched as violet eyes stared unblinkingly at him. He knew that he was being tested. He couldn’t blame the older man, either, with who he’d had to deal with recently. A smile directed at the redhead caused the blond’s heart to clench with a spasm of jealousy. And he soon found himself face-to-face with the object of his fantasies. The attention that had been focused on the two friends now shifted towards Yuki and Shuichi. Arms reached out to pull the older man to him, certain parts of his anatomy twitching as he felt the smaller body press into him. Oh yes, the moment was perfect. Of course, being the realist that he was, Yuki knew that it probably wouldn’t last. Not with the boneheads that were hanging around them.
Shuichi felt it the moment the blond enfolded him in his embrace. That little shock of electricity…and he wanted to keep experiencing it. And did he mention how heavenly the blond smelled? He could stand like this forever. Yeah, it sounded sappy even to him. But hell, he figured that he deserved it!
Mint-green eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw his ex-lover dancing with some blond male. It had been bad enough seeing him dance with Hiro, but this guy?! He’d vowed to himself that it wasn’t over. Now he just had to convince Shuichi of that.
Chapter 3 Preview: Expect drama, smut and action, but not necessarily in that order.
Song used in chapter: Love at First Sight – Kylie Minogue
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