Gravity Falls: Reaching the Stars

Title: Gravity Falls: Reaching the Stars (chapter 3)
Author: JadeHeart
Archived: Found on gurabiteshiyon.net & CLAMPesque Board. If anyone else would like it, please ask me first!
Fandom: Gravitation (anime only)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: reference to gang rape, graphic sex, bad language
Timeline: After the ‘supposed’ beating Shuichi receives from Taki Aizawa.
Pairing: Shuichi/Yuki
Feedback: Yes, please – if you like.

Summary: Yuki finally realises that the ‘beating’ that Shuichi suffered at the hands of Taki was much more. Now he has to try and make Shuichi forget, and rekindle their relationship.

Author’s Notes: This follows on from my story Gravity Falls: Crashing to Earth, but it is not an exact continuation. The anime only hints that Shuichi was raped. Please take heed of the warnings as I don’t wish to offend.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to the creators of ‘Gravitation’, nor am I making any profits from this.

The bed shifted, and he felt Shuichi’s weight leave his legs. His now flaccid cock slipped from that warm mouth to lie on his stomach. He felt the rasp of a tongue as it gave one last swipe across the tip, licking away the last of any come. He heard a rustling sound but he didn’t try and open his eyes, just continued to drift in that pleasant after sex glow.

“Roll over,” the demand was given in a slightly rough voice.

He felt hands on both his shoulder and hip, pushing him, and so he obligingly obeyed. He pillowed his head on his folded arms, relaxing. He felt a small, warm, naked body drape itself over his back and was startled. Startled because Shuichi was naked. He could tell he wasn’t wearing any clothes at all now. There was no touch of fabric anywhere, not even the silkiness of Shuichi’s boxers. Just completely bare skin.

What he could feel more than anything else, was the firm thickness of Shuichi’s erection pressing against his buttocks. It rested in the crack between his cheeks, hot, pulsing. He could feel the heat almost burning into his skin.

He found himself tensing up. This wasn’t a position he was comfortable with at all. His own memories threatened to overwhelm him. Could he let Shuichi continue, with whatever the boy was going to do? Could he?

He had to, he thought to himself, breathing deeply to gain some calm. It things really got out of hand he could throw the boy off. He was much larger and stronger than the boy so he would be able to get away from him if he had to. Shuichi didn’t have it in him to truly hurt anyone, or anything. He wouldn’t fight back that hard if Yuki tried to get away. So Yuki wasn’t really at any disadvantage here.

So Yuki could just relax. Let things just go where they will. He didn’t know what Shuichi was going to do. He was just going to have to let the boy continue to take the lead, and follow where he led. He could do that. If Shuichi needed this to feel he had some control back over his life, and more importantly his body, then Yuki could give it to him. It was okay.

Shuichi lifted Yuki’s hair from the back of his neck, dropping light kisses upon the skin there, followed by small nips which sent goose-bumps over Yuki’s flesh. Gradually, the trail of kisses stretched out to his ears, circling around the rim, flicking inside and blunt teeth nibbled at the lobe, before it was fully sucked into the warm mouth.

Yuki shivered with delight, feeling a familiar sensation beginning to build once more in his groin. He was surprised. He couldn’t usually get hard so quickly. He wasn’t erect yet, but he was certainly more than interested.

Shuichi continued back over his neck to the other ear, and repeated the process. Yuki could hear the boy’s soft breath in his ear, the warmth caressing his skin. It was so erotic, coupled with the sensation of the hot, hard erection pressed against his back. He felt Shuichi shift and begin to slide down his body, warm tongue trailing down his spine, dipping and rising over each vertebrae, hands sliding over his sides, down towards his waist. He couldn’t stop the shivers that ran up and down his body at these touches. He buried his face into his folded arms, breathing heavily.

He felt Shuichi glide his hands over his buttocks, further down, slipping between his legs. The boy pushed on the inside of his right thigh, bending his leg up so it was at right angles, opening him. He could feel the small body settled between his now parted legs, could feel the hot breath on his thighs. The wet tongue trailed across this sensitive flesh, moving towards his testicles, lapping over them. Yuki couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him and the way his body writhed, but the boy’s hands clenched firmly on his hips, holding him still. That tongue continued to bathe the underside of his testicles, before trailing up the ridge of skin towards his anus.

He shivered again, trying to push his own fears away. It’s alright, it’s alright, he chanted to himself. And he could almost believe it as his body continued to respond to what Shuichi was doing. His erection was now half hard, continuing to grow and push into his stomach. He moaned again as a wet tongue slipped between his cheeks, tracing along the full cleft, before returning to that small puckered entrance.

He could feel Shuichi’s hands kneading the flesh of his buttocks as the tongue swirled around the outside for a moment, then suddenly plunging deep inside. Yuki brought his head up with a gasp, and his body arched. Then the tongue was withdrawn, just as quickly as it had invaded. Yuki collapsed back, panting.

Shuichi pushed his tongue back in, this time keeping it there, moving it around, flicking deep inside Yuki’s channel, rubbing along the walls. He began to fuck Yuki with his tongue, sliding in and out, pushing deeper and deeper each time. His hands were squeezing Yuki’s flesh in time with his mouth’s thrusts, harder and harder.

Yuki gasped with each penetration, his body writhing, trying to push back into that sweet contact. His body was crying out for more, more than just Shuichi’s tongue, something harder, something deeper, something to quench the fires burning through his nerves. He thrust downwards into the bed, pushing his now full erection into the softness, aching for more friction than it could provide, aching for release now.

He suddenly felt the wetness leave his body, the weight over his legs move. He then felt Shuichi’s hands hard on his hips, fingers digging deep into his flesh and a hardness against his rear. But before he could think anything more, that hardness thrust deep inside him. He threw his head back with a cry, lifting his shoulders off the bed and arms scrabbling under his body to try and lift himself up, but a weight was forcing him down, and the thrusting within his body was beginning to build fires that shot through his senses.

Shuichi continued to thrust hard within Yuki’s body, each time forcing himself deeper inside, right to hilt. Yuki could only thank the gods that the boy was smaller in size than he was. That was no slight on the boy, he was well endowed enough, but for Yuki’s almost virgin rear, trying to cope with a cock any bigger would have been agony. Shuichi’s erection was long and hard, but thinner, and slid inside Yuki as though it was made for that purpose. And from the pleasure it was generating, Yuki had no complaints.

He could hear the boy grunting above him, the hands still gripping him so hard, each thrust slapping Shuichi’s testicles against his arse. The boy wasn’t trying to be gentle. This was about pure lust. And control.

A part of Yuki realised this. Shuichi was claiming Yuki, probably reliving that terrible night he had experienced. But, by putting himself in the position of power this time, Shuichi was probably hoping that he could erase the dark fears that now filled his thoughts. Yuki didn’t think that Shuichi was probably really seeing him there at all anymore.

But for all that, Yuki didn’t really mind. His body was responding to the sensations that were building within him. Desires fuelled by the boy that thrust deeply within him. When Shuichi angled deeper and hit his prostate, he cried out in ecstasy. He kept moaning, as again and again that pleasure shot through him. He felt the tightening in his groin, his erection being thrust hard into the bed with Shuichi’s every move and he groaned deeper at this pressure. He knew he was close, knew it wouldn’t be long.

Suddenly, a hand slipped under him and grasped his weeping cock hard, and that pushed Yuki over the edge. Yuki could do nothing but buck upwards into Shuichi’s thrust, and then push hard down into that grip. He cried out as streams of fluid flooded underneath him, feeling it spread across his stomach and chest as that firm hand brought him to climax. He gasped out at the release, panting hard, dark spots dancing behind his eyes. He felt Shuichi thrust again into his body, again, heard the boy’s voice rise to a different pitch, and then his high cry of release, and Yuki felt a warm flooding sensation deep inside him, leaking from his body and sliding down.

Shuichi gave one last thrust, and then with a small whimper, Yuki felt the boy’s hands unclench from his body, and the boy’s body settle across his back, sweat clinging to them both.

He felt the fall of something wet on his shoulder. Damn him! The brat was sweating on him! Oh, well, it’s not like he wasn’t sweaty as well. Another drop followed the first, landing on his shoulder and sliding downwards, then another, and Yuki frowned to himself. Suddenly he realised he had been mistaken. It wasn’t sweat. It was tears. The boy was crying. Crying silently into Yuki’s neck and shoulder.

He rolled himself over, feeling Shuichi’s softened cock slip from his body, and reached out to gather the weeping boy into his arms, holding him against his chest. He could feel Shuichi trying to curl himself into a foetal position, trying to draw arms and legs up into a ball. He deliberately pulled the boy’s body tight against him, forcing the limbs to remain straight. He wasn’t going to let the boy withdraw again.

“What’s this for?” he asked softly into the hair beneath his cheek, feeling the wetness soaking his skin. He could feel the body shaking with the sobs.

“I….” the small voice gulped, trailing off.

“What?”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!” the wail was completely heartbreaking and the body shook harder, as the tears truly began to flow.

“What are you sorry for? What do you think you’ve done?” Yuki stroked the back, trying to soothe the sobs.

“I hurt you!” came the startling answer, surprising Yuki.

“Huh?” was all he could say as he tried to figure out what Shuichi meant.

“I hurt you! I shouldn’t have…” the boy cried, turning his head deeper into Yuki’s shoulder as though trying to hide.

“What makes you think you hurt me?” Yuki asked softly, reaching up and wiping the face, feeling the tears on the cheeks.

“I didn’t…you know….”

“Didn’t what?”

“Didn’t ….help you….get ready.”

Yuki was trying to make sense of it all. “Of course you did.” He tried to reassure the boy. “I was fine.”

“But I didn’t….use my hand….like you do.’

Oh, so that was it. Shuichi was upset at doing something different. Different to what Yuki had always done. He guessed that wasn’t surprising in a way. Shuichi only had his experiences with Yuki to go on, and nothing to compare. Except the rape. “You used your tongue, didn’t you?”

“Ye…es.” came the hesitant reply.

“And you used the lube.” For the boy had done so, without breaking the motion. But Yuki had felt the slickness and knew he hadn’t been mistaken. For all that Shuichi had been wrestling with his inner demons, he had still ensured he hadn’t hurt Yuki. “It’s not like you forgot anything, or deliberately tried to hurt me. You did okay.”

“But I didn’t use my hand at all.”

“Just because you didn’t, doesn’t mean you didn’t make sure I was ready.” he assured the boy. “Just because I’ve never used my tongue and only used my hand, doesn’t mean that you can’t try something different. If you want to try something, then that’s okay. It was good.”

“But I must have hurt you!” Yuki could see that it was going to take some time to calm Shuichi down. The boy was so fixated on having maybe hurt him, more terrified of the thoughts and feelings he must have been having at that time, and believing he had inflicted the same pain on Yuki as had been inflicted on him during the rape. He wasn’t truly listening to Yuki’s calming words.

“Look! Do you think that I could have got so excited just now and blown my load like that, if you had been hurting me?! You had just given me the most mind-sucking blow job you’d ever done and squeezed me dry. And you know I can’t get it up again as quickly as you over-sexed hormonal teenagers! ”

That seemed to make Shuichi pause to think for a moment. “I wasn’t hurting you?”

“You felt fucking incredible.” Yuki said honestly.

The boy’s whole body seemed to unfurl for a moment. “Truly?”

“How many times do you want me to tell you what a fantastic fuck that just was? Egotistical, or what?”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Like I said. How could you think anything different? Couldn’t you tell from what was going on? When do I bother putting on some sort of stupid fucking act, anyway? It’s not like a male can exactly fake a fucking orgasm!” He cupped his hand under the small chin and raised the face so he could look down on it. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It was all fine. It was better than fine. So stop worrying.”

“If…..you’re sure.”

Yuki placed a light kiss on the lips. “I’m sure. So stop with the waterworks. Your nose will get runny, and I don’t want that snot dripping on me!” He saw Shuichi lift a hand and wipe away the last of the tears from his eyes. “Besides,” he continued, settling the boy a little more comfortably on his chest. “If that’s what it feels like to use your tongue instead of a hand, then I’ll just have to start including it in my repertoire from now on. If you think you’ll like it?”

“May…be.” was the hesitant answer.

Back off now, Yuki thought. Don’t push him to make a decision right now. He gave Shuichi a quick hug, nothing more than a gentle squeeze. “I’d have to say this has been the best bloody sex we’ve had.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah. It’s been nice to have someone else do all the work.”

“You’re just lazy.” Shuichi said, a touch of humour returning to his voice.

“Why not? You run me ragged most of the time. I need to get some downtime.”

“Yeah, right. You’re really hard done by, aren’t you?”

“You bet I am. You know you’ve got a lot to live up to now?”

“Huh?” Shuichi shifted and rested his chin on Yuki’s chest so he could look up at him, puzzlement on his face.

“Well, you’ve just proven you can do all these things, and do them fucking great so I’ll be expecting it this good all the time from now on. No slacking off any more!”

“Hey! I’m not going to be stuck with all the work from now on! You’ve got to take your turn, too!”

Yuki was relieved to hear that. At least the boy was thinking in terms of ‘other times’. That was a good start. Yuki stretched a little. The sweat had dried on his body, as had the semen, and his skin was beginning to feel itchy from the sticky coating. Time for a shower, I think.

“Come on, brat.” Yuki said, giving a playful slap to Shuichi’s derriere, and immediately cursed himself for his unthinking action. For Shuichi had immediately frozen at the contact, his whole body seizing up, radiating paralysing fear.

Damn it! Yuki thought, frantically trying to think. He had meant it as no more than a playful gesture, nothing more than a tap. But it had been too much for Shuichi, brought back too many memories of something best forgotten. Probably especially this close after having sex, and the body is still so over-sensitised.

Yuki was not going to let this spoil what they had done, would not let it draw a shadow over what they had shared that evening. He leapt off the bed, maintaining contact with the boy’s body, and swept him into his arms.

Shuichi let out a startled squeak. “What?!”

“I’m sticky, and sweaty!” Yuki growled, walking towards the bathroom. “And you stink!”

“No worse than you!” Shuichi grumbled, but Yuki was relieved to feel the boy’s arms curl around his neck, making it easier to carry him. The slight body was relaxed again, cuddled up against his body. Yuki felt great relief.

When they entered the bathroom, Yuki put Shuichi down and reached into the shower to turn on the taps. The hot water was soon sending up swirls of steam. Shuichi crowded into the shower stall behind Yuki, his body pressed up close to his.

Yuki grabbed the shower gel and squeezed some out, beginning to lather it across his chest. Shuichi snatched the bottle from his hands and began his own ablutions. It was a good feeling to get clean, and the hot water was soothing.

“Turn around.” Shuichi said demandingly, holding up a soapy hand. Yuki obligingly turned and relaxed as two hands, slick with soap, rubbed vigorously over his back, buttocks and down his legs. It was nice to relax into that touch. Yuki let his eyes close and dropped his head forward, arms outstretched and resting against the tiles before him.

“All done.” he eventually heard, and the hands left his body. He straightened, and turned under the water to rinse. He shook his wet hair from his eyes.

Shuichi stood before him, his small body completely coated in soap suds, looking like a demented marshmallow. He always over did the gel, he seemed to like creating excessive suds for some reason. Yuki caught his lips twitching with a smile. The boy looked such a sight, coated in his soapy layer. Sometimes, he was just so ridiculous.

“Well, move over. You’re hogging all the water!” Shuichi nudged Yuki with his elbow, and moved into the area under the stream of water as soon as Yuki vacated it. He sluiced himself down thoroughly and tossed his head back to let the water thoroughly soak his mop of hair.

“Okay, yours.” he said, as he moved out and leant over to pick up his shampoo.

Yuki watched him pour some out and scrub it through his hair. The slight scent of strawberries filled the air. He knew that many people would think it rather wussy for a male to smell of strawberries, but Yuki liked the smell. Strawberries were one of his favourite foods, and so he found the smell quite a turn on.

He watched as Shuichi leant down again to place the bottle back on the floor. He couldn’t resist reaching out, and running his fingers lightly down the spine. Now he noticed something else as well. The heat of the water on the boy’s back made the skin flushed, except for a number of thin white lines that criss-crossed his back. Scars, Yuki thought, his stomach clenching, as he realised what he was seeing. Where those bastards cut him. He hoped that with time they would fully disappear. He wondered if Shuichi even knew that he was still marked by them.

Shuichi straightened and leant back into Yuki’s touch. Yuki gently wrapped his arms around the boy’s chest, dropping his head to the boy’s shoulder with a soft sigh. He savoured the close contact, the small warm body, slick with water and soap, the scent of strawberries, the touch of the hands on his arms. This felt good. It felt like it should. It felt like things were back to the way they had been before. He realised how much he had missed it.

Thinking these soft thoughts, he moved his head and placed a soft kiss on the ear, and then spun away, spitting the soapy lather out of his mouth, spluttering. Shuichi laughed.

“Serves you right!” he said, as he scrubbed his hands through his hair, lathering it up again, and then ducked back under the water and rinsed it out.

Yuki scowled, cupping a handful of water and sucking it into his mouth, swirling it around, before spitting.

“Oh, come on, Yuki!” Shuichi said, reaching out to him and drawing him under the spray of water. “You’re not going to die!”

“That’s what you think!” Yuki muttered under his breath, but slid his arms around the small body and snuggled up against the boy, curving his body around him.

Suddenly he let out a yelp and sprung sideways again, dragging the startled Shuichi with him.

“What the hell?!” the boy shouted, feet slipping on the wet tiles as he scrabbled to maintain his balance.

“It’s bloody cold!!” Yuki roared back, frantically reaching through the cold spray and turning the taps to shut off the stream of icy water.

Shuichi was laughing hard as he stepped out of the stall. Yuki was still feeling disgruntled as he reached out and snagged a towel, draping it around his shoulders before grabbing another from the rack and throwing it to Shuichi, cutting off the laughter.

“Oomph!” the boy grunted, as the towel caught him in the face. Mirth still shone in his eyes as he grabbed it and flung it over his head. Yuki watched as the boy violently rubbed his hair down. Yuki more sedately rubbed his body down, drying himself. He watched the boy remove the towel from his head and begin to dry the rest of his body.