Kin no Shuichi
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,305
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
33: In the Heat of the Moment
Kin no Shuichi
Written by: Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: Shuichi and Eiri are working things out after a mistake on both of their parts nearly ended their five-year relationship. But what about Bad Luck? What does the future hold for them?
Chapter Summary: All couple’s fight. Shuichi Shindou and Eiri Yuki Uesugi are no different.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
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A/N: Thank you to fahaar, lilgurlanima, David boreanaz‘s wife247, ferler, Acherona, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your reviews. I always love hearing from you guys. And yes I know. This chapter is very short.
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Chapter 33: In the Heat of the Moment
“Fuck you asshole! This’s all your fault!”
“My fault?!”
“Yes! You’re! Fault!”
“You little bitch! You have some nerve placing the blame on me!”
“Oh! So now it’s my fault?!”
“Damn straight it is! I sure as hell had nothing to do with it!”
“Ha!”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“What the fuck do you think?!”
“Hey! Get your ass back here! I’m not through with you!”
“But I am through with you!” Shuichi twirled about on his heel and started out of the kitchen, determined to get as far away as humanly possible from his husband before he said and/or did something they would both later regret, but a tight grip took hold of his upper arm halting his movements before he could take more than a handful of steps. “Get your hands off of me,” he hissed. He tugged futilely against the vise-like grip.
“That’s not what you said at the party,” Eiri said slyly.
His face as red as a boiled lobster, Shuichi stuttered in embarrassment.
“That’s…?” Eiri prompted him.
His embarrassment quickly forgotten, Shuichi‘s face twisted into a snarl. “Drop dead asshole!”
The sly smirk vanished. Eiri’s face-hardened in anger.
Shuichi yelped as he was twirled around and then tossed like a worthless piece of baggage up against the kitchen wall. The solid impact pushed the air out of his lungs. Pain laced his backside.
Grabbing Shuichi’s hands, Eiri pinned them above Shuichi’s head. Pressing his face to Shuichi’s, he whispered into his husband‘s ear. “You ever speak to me like that again and I swear to God, I will fucking kill you.”
Fear froze the blood in his veins. It sucked the breathe from his lungs. He stared with wide unseeing eyes passed Eiri’s shoulder at the cherry cabinets. “Y-you can’t scare me,” Shuichi stuttered. His voice was barely above a whisper.
Eiri lifted his free hand and wrapped it around Shuichi’s long slender neck. His middle finger rested lightly on the discoloration that resided on the side of Shuichi’s neck. He tightened his grip momentarily; just enough to let the singer know he was dead serious, before letting him go.
His legs unable to hold him, Shuichi slid down the cold wall to land on the floor. It was unwise to take Eiri lightly. What he said, he meant. Shuichi has been with the writer long enough to know that with absolute certainty.
Eiri backed up and strode with long strides out of the kitchen.
Somewhere in the house, a door slammed shut.
Panting heavily, Shuichi stared unseeingly across the kitchen. Damn Eiri and his insatiable libido. That was the last time he went with him anywhere.
---TBC---
Preview: “Whipped”
A/N: And they used to be so lovey dovey! But hey. All couples fight. And just what were they fighting about? Well…let‘s just say that Eiri embarrassed the hell out of Shuichi out in public.
Written by: Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: Shuichi and Eiri are working things out after a mistake on both of their parts nearly ended their five-year relationship. But what about Bad Luck? What does the future hold for them?
Chapter Summary: All couple’s fight. Shuichi Shindou and Eiri Yuki Uesugi are no different.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: --
A/N: Thank you to fahaar, lilgurlanima, David boreanaz‘s wife247, ferler, Acherona, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your reviews. I always love hearing from you guys. And yes I know. This chapter is very short.
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Chapter 33: In the Heat of the Moment
“Fuck you asshole! This’s all your fault!”
“My fault?!”
“Yes! You’re! Fault!”
“You little bitch! You have some nerve placing the blame on me!”
“Oh! So now it’s my fault?!”
“Damn straight it is! I sure as hell had nothing to do with it!”
“Ha!”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“What the fuck do you think?!”
“Hey! Get your ass back here! I’m not through with you!”
“But I am through with you!” Shuichi twirled about on his heel and started out of the kitchen, determined to get as far away as humanly possible from his husband before he said and/or did something they would both later regret, but a tight grip took hold of his upper arm halting his movements before he could take more than a handful of steps. “Get your hands off of me,” he hissed. He tugged futilely against the vise-like grip.
“That’s not what you said at the party,” Eiri said slyly.
His face as red as a boiled lobster, Shuichi stuttered in embarrassment.
“That’s…?” Eiri prompted him.
His embarrassment quickly forgotten, Shuichi‘s face twisted into a snarl. “Drop dead asshole!”
The sly smirk vanished. Eiri’s face-hardened in anger.
Shuichi yelped as he was twirled around and then tossed like a worthless piece of baggage up against the kitchen wall. The solid impact pushed the air out of his lungs. Pain laced his backside.
Grabbing Shuichi’s hands, Eiri pinned them above Shuichi’s head. Pressing his face to Shuichi’s, he whispered into his husband‘s ear. “You ever speak to me like that again and I swear to God, I will fucking kill you.”
Fear froze the blood in his veins. It sucked the breathe from his lungs. He stared with wide unseeing eyes passed Eiri’s shoulder at the cherry cabinets. “Y-you can’t scare me,” Shuichi stuttered. His voice was barely above a whisper.
Eiri lifted his free hand and wrapped it around Shuichi’s long slender neck. His middle finger rested lightly on the discoloration that resided on the side of Shuichi’s neck. He tightened his grip momentarily; just enough to let the singer know he was dead serious, before letting him go.
His legs unable to hold him, Shuichi slid down the cold wall to land on the floor. It was unwise to take Eiri lightly. What he said, he meant. Shuichi has been with the writer long enough to know that with absolute certainty.
Eiri backed up and strode with long strides out of the kitchen.
Somewhere in the house, a door slammed shut.
Panting heavily, Shuichi stared unseeingly across the kitchen. Damn Eiri and his insatiable libido. That was the last time he went with him anywhere.
---TBC---
Preview: “Whipped”
A/N: And they used to be so lovey dovey! But hey. All couples fight. And just what were they fighting about? Well…let‘s just say that Eiri embarrassed the hell out of Shuichi out in public.