Loving Shu

A/N Okay sorry for the wait, but to make up for it I wrote a lemon. I hope you like it. This is my first ever male/male lemon so I'm nervous. Plus it didn't exactly follow my original plan, the ending changed on me somehow, but I've decided to trust my muse. It may be fickle, (really fickle, it likes to flit from story to story without actually completing any) but it's usually right. Anyway, enjoy I I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner.

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The drive home was completed in silence. Yuki never talked that much anyway and Shuichi was too distracted thinking about what Yuki would do to him when he got home to fill the car with his usual chatter. Yuki spend through the city, going far faster than was legal or even safe really, barely stopping for stop signs and zooming through intersections at the tail end of yellow lights. Finally they reached their home. Last year, after Shuichi had destroyed yet another wall in yet another apartment, Yuki had finally broken down and bought a house.

The sprawling three-story had everything they needed a library brimming with books and an office for Yuki, a music room, recording studio so that Shuichi could work on his music at home and even a dance studio where Shuichi could practice moving in a way that screamed sex. More than once Yuki had thrown Shuichi on the floor of that room after watching him dance in front of the mirrors that lined one of the walls.

As the car pulled onto the street Yuki hit a button on the remote attached to the dashboard, causing the gate blocking the entrance to their driveway to soundlessly open. The entire property was surrounded by high, imposing walls and had the best security system available. The fact that both of them had careers that placed them in the public eye made this a necessity; also being gay lovers didn’t help the situation. Shuichi began to fidget, the feral light in Yuki’s eyes calling on his instincts to flee. Yuki didn’t mind, in fact he preferred it when Shuichi displayed that nervous fear; it made the sex even hotter. Shuichi would run, Yuki would chase and by the time Shuichi was caught both of them would be almost begging to mate. That’s what it was; something deeper than sex, yet more primal than making love. They mated, despite the fact that their union would bare no children, and the feelings that arose within them were just as instinctual and undeniable as the term implied.

Before the car could come to a complete stop Shuichi shot out of the door, racing towards the house. Yuki moved at a slower pace. He knew that Shuichi would fumble trying to get the door unlocked for at least five minutes, (as he did every time they arrived home in a such a state) and felt no rush. He wanted Shuichi to at least make it past the front door before he caught him otherwise where was the fun? He locked the car doors and checked to make sure that the gate was secured before moving slowly up the path towards the front door of the house. He had almost reached the door when Shuichi, FINALLY, got the door open and dashed inside like a scared rabbit. Yuki grinned wolfishly; the chase was on.

Shuichi dashed through the house, blood pumping, and his heart pounding in his ears. He wasn’t really afraid of Eiri and part of him knew that running was silly because first, Eiri always caught him and second he WANTED Eiri to catch him, but he couldn’t control his response when Eiri looked at him like that. Also, he knew that Eiri liked it when he ran (the man got perverse pleasure seeing his fear) chuckling darkly as he stalked him, and Shuichi wouldn’t deny Eiri any happiness even if it meant he had to run like a scared rabbit from the one thing he wanted most. Shuichi darted into the living room, circling the couch, making his way towards the stairs. He resisted the urge to look behind him, knowing from experience that doing so would slow him down. He raced upstairs taking the steps two at a time, his heart pounding in his ears. He sprinted down the hallway towards the bathroom. (The only room with a lock on that floor.) He had almost reached the door when an arm snaked its way around his waist. Shuichi yelped in surprise, he didn’t know how Eiri had gotten that close that fast.
“Shu-chan.” Eiri practically purred his name sending shivers rippling down his spine. “Did you really think you could escape me Shu-chan? Even you couldn’t be that much of a baka.”
“HEY..” Shuichi indignant shout was cut short as Eiri’s teeth latched onto his ear sucking the lobe into the hot cavern that was his mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you now Shu-chan. Long and hard. Don’t expect to walk for at least a week. And when I’m done you will know never to let anyone but me touch you ever again. Is that clear Shu-chan?”
Shuichi was unable to respond as a moan was ripped from his throat. Eiri’s lips had moved down that flushed expanse of flesh, sucking on the skin, a trail of hickies in their wake. Shuichi felt as if he was on fire and wondered, not for the first time, if he would ever get used to the feel of Eiri touching him. If the pleasure would ever become expected or normal, but every time he thought he might have found just a little control over his body, the pleasure reached new heights stealing that control from him.

Yuki growled as he felt Shuichi shiver in his arms. His pink-haired baka was so delightfully sensitive and that sensitivity seemed to increase every time. He threw Shuichi over his shoulder, chuckling when he heard the yelp of surprise, and made his way towards their bedroom. He tossed his lover down on the bed and watched him bounce before falling on top of him. It took him only seconds to remove Shuichi’s clothes and he held himself above the smaller male so he could examine the beauty before him. He still didn’t know how Shuichi had done it (or what he, Yuki, had done to deserve it) but he would be forever thankful that his baka didn’t know the meaning of the words 'give up'. Somehow this crazy, emotional, dramatic, stupid, silly, talented and amazing person had wormed his way into Yuki’s cold, solitary existence and shattered the walls of ice he’d placed around his heart. ‘I really do love him and I doubt I’ll ever stop.’ Yuki mused to himself.

Yuki was brought out of his reverie by the sound of Shuichi whining. “Eiri! I ache! Come on Eiri! Do something! Please!” Shuichi writhed and wiggled and squirmed beneath him begging to be touched, begging to be taken. Yuki smirked evilly (which caused Shuichi to rethink, for the briefest moment, if he really wanted him to continue.) before getting back to work. He stripped off his own clothes, before bending over his lover.

His lips and hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Soft touches in one spot, bruising hard in the next, gentle kisses, languorous licks and sharps nips all working to drive Shuichi mad. He didn’t know where Eiri would strike next and the surprise and shock of each new touch only increased the pleasure he was feeling. Yet none of the touches went where he wanted them most. His nipples, member, the base of his neck and one curious spot just under the right side of his rib cage that always seemed to drive him crazy (once Eiri had made him cum just by teasing that spot) were all ignored and Shuichi was getting frustrated. He whimpered, begging without words, for Eiri to stop teasing him and hoped, prayed, that Eiri was just as impatient as he was to move on. Sometimes Eiri would drag the foreplay out for hours, until Shuichi didn’t know if he could handle any more.

‘He’s so cute. I never thought I’d think that about another man, but it’s true, he is.’ Yuki considered continuing with the teasing, but decided against it since he was still feeling the effects of watching Shuichi perform. He informed Shuichi of his decision by moving his mouth to the place Shuichi wanted it most, his member. The shock of feeling Yuki’s lips suddenly wrap around that most sensitive part of him had Shuichi’s hips arching off of the bed, a scream escaping into the room. Yuki grinned before continuing his ministrations, his mouth creating a vacuum around Shuichi’s pulsating length. Since his own mouth was busy at the moment, Yuki raised three fingers to Shuichi’s lips. The pink-haired singer immediately responded, pulling the dextrous appendages into the warm heat hidden behind his smile.

Shuichi sucked eagerly, wanting Eiri to move on to the next step as soon as possible. He wanted Eiri to fill him, now! Yuki groaned, the motion of that mouth on his fingers sent spirals of lust through his groin, the sound vibrated against Shuichi’s length, making him gasp and release Yuki’s fingers. Yuki raised his head. “Thanks for the help Shu-chan. Now here’s your reward.” He whispered the words as his fingers moved lower pushing into Shuichi’s tight heat. Yuki always marvelled when he felt the clasping muscles of Shuichi’s inner core. Even after all these years, (though he had loosened up some) he was still astonishingly tight. Yuki moved quickly, expertly stretching his Shu-chan, knowing that neither of them would last much longer.

Yuki removed his fingers and placed one of Shuichi’s legs over his shoulder. Shuichi wrapped the other around his waist. One of Yuki’s hands gripped Shuichi’s waist, while the other guided his member to Shuichi’s entrance. Shuichi wrapped his arms around Yuki’s neck and their lips locked in a passionate kiss as Yuki propelled himself home.

Shuichi loved that first wonderful moment when Eiri entered him. Time seemed to freeze and for that instant; before the needed to move, to finish, arrived; he was complete. In that brief moment he and Eiri seemed to become one, at least Shuichi thought so, and it was that one moment that made every fight, every pain, every tear and every broken heart (Of which he’d had many.) worth it, totally and completely worth it.

At first the pace was . . . steady, not slow or fast, but right; like the beating of a heart. Their lips never parted and their bodies moved as one, in a rhythm as instinctual to them as breathing. Soon their pace would quicken, as the need for release became overwhelming, but for now they moved together, flowed together like water and both thanked whatever Gods were listening for the chance encounter that lead them to this moment, this life; to the other half of their soul.