Ghost Monk

          
Chased out of watching the video, Shuichi finally found Eiri sitting on the veranda overlooking the Shrine’s pond, where he was staring at the setting sun with a posture of thorough sulkiness. Used to having his lover pretending to ignore his existence, the singer merely sat next to him, trying to figure a way to get him out of his latest snit. “Yuki….” he began, getting no response. That wasn’t unusual. But Shuichi had learned over the two years that it meant either that Eiri was waiting to hear something of importance, or thoroughly zoned out.




          
“Yuki, why did you come here without ….?” Without what? Leaving a note, calling me to let me know? He knew better by this point. Instead, he changed his sentence. “All of the stuff to celebrate your birthday’s at home.”




          
“I had noticed that you’d dressed up. Before we continue this conversation, how many did you take this morning?” Eiri muttered, taking a drag of his cigarette, the pack firmly in his other hand, which he was damned well keeping with him at ALL times! Damned ghosts.




          
“H-How many…? How many what!?” Shuichi asked, pausing in the never-ending stream-of-consciousness thought process his brain usually adhered to, at mach two. He glanced warily at Eiri again, noticing how firm a grip the novelist had on the cigarette pack. What had made him so unnerved as to come to the Shrine!? Not only that, but be NI…. Well… ‘Sorta Nice Yuki Eiri.’




          
“Your stupid pills. Obviously you took some, because you’re here, instead of at home.” Eiri explained as if speaking to a four year old. At least if he’d been home, Shuichi wouldn’t have to be subjected to Kitazawa.




          
So much for ‘sorta nice Eiri’. Shuichi blew out a puff of exasperated air. “Yuki……”




          
Nipping whatever protest Shuichi was about to make in the bud, knowing he’d lose another ten minutes of his life if he didn’t, Eiri asked, “Thought about celebrating my birthday huh?” Leaning down, he stubbed the butt out on the ground, the sunset splashing the blonde locks with crimson and orange, then picked it up to throw it out properly later. (Boy had he heard the bitching for THAT one the last time he’d gone to leave it there.) With a sigh, he glanced sidelong at Shuichi, motioning with a lazy hand, two fingers crooked as if to point at him but not quite. “Go on.”




          
Yuki picked up a cigarette butt!? Shuichi stared at Eiri, his violet orbs as unnerved as they had ever gotten. He was also out of sorts due to this almost-kind side to his lover. Though he knew it was always there, submerged underneath the bastard, and had noticed it was coming out more often as he himself started calming down on a daily basis, it still freaked him out. “Go on, what?”




          
“Wish me a happy birthday and get it over with, dumbass. I know you want to.” Eiri groused, feeling his irritation rising again. “You’re not ALWAYS a fucking retard.”




          
“Thanks so fucking much, you ba---..” Shuichi immediately began to retort, before the singer caught sight of Eiri’s eyes. The writer’s golden gaze shimmered with that deep amber color that signaled, even if he were scowling, the love and teasing he felt for his little lover, even if he still sucked at showing it. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Eiri’s waist, his head against his shoulder. In a quiet voice, he murmured, “Happy Birthday, Yuki.”




          
For a long moment, Eiri let Shuichi hug him, even went so far as to reach up and stroke at his hair. But, something about it didn’t feel right. His memory flashed back to Kitazawa leaning over his bed that morning, murmuring, ‘Happy birthday, Eiri.’ Fuck, it had only been twelve hours ago!? Shaking it clear, he frowned down at the mop of pink hair and murmured back, “No.”




          
Snuggling closer, Shuichi arched into his lover’s touch, content not to try and break Eiri’s mood. “No?”




          
Reaching down, Eiri took Shuichi’s chin in his hand, pulling it up until their gazes locked. Shuichi’s eyes widened at the expression within the golden eyes, there’d only been a handful of times where it had revealed something vulnerable and … wanting. Eiri’s mouth moved, and it took Shuichi a moment to realize what he was saying, his voice was pitched so low.




          
“Say it.” Eiri stared down into the violet eyes of his lover, determined to override that which haunted him. “Say it right. Say it properly.”




          
Finally catching on to what Eiri wanted, Shuichi’s eyes shifted from confused stupidity, his natural state of being according to the writer, to a play of loving and comforting emotions. Reaching up, he placed the tips of his fingers against Eiri’s cheeks, smiling with all of the warmth in his heart as he whispered, “Happy Birthday, Eiri.”




          
The faint vulnerability blossomed into love for his noisy little brat before he dropped his gaze with a faint smile, hiding the fact that it had been there at all, though Shuichi wouldn’t be fooled. As he’d said, the vocalist wasn’t a fucking retard ALL the time. Eiri brought their lips together and claimed that which was his, what had always been his. Without breaking the kisses that he demanded out of his more than willing partner, he wrapped his arms tighter around Shuichi, and pulled to a standing position. Carefully shifting so that he wouldn’t trip or drop Shuichi, he stepped into his room, closing the sliding door behind them as he headed for the futon, intent on making good on the promise to himself to enjoy something on his birthday.





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Lips moistening a trail of skin along the pink-haired man’s throat, Eiri enjoyed the little sighs and sounds he caused. Every one emitted from Shuichi produced a flutter through the novelist’s chest, though he would, could, only show his lover through random tiny actions rather than showy pronouncements or loudly verbalized as the singer seemed to favor.




          
Eiri’s open palm slid down Shuichi’s chest, making him squirm and wrap his arms around his shoulders. Knowing what Eiri was up to, Shuichi arched his hips against the hand that met them halfway, feeling the fingers stroke against the crotch of his pants and moaning softly. “Yuki….”




          
At Shuichi’s soft plea, Eiri’s hips moved as well, pressing hard against his little vocalist’s, rubbing himself deliciously against him, causing another soft cry and calling of his name. “Y-yuki!”, Shuichi gasped, lifting his legs up to wrap around Eiri’s waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of the evil monk’s shoulder. Damned evil monks, damn how good they were at pleasure.




          
With every squirm, with every cry, Eiri’s actions grew more teasing, more feral, more of take instead of give, yet the giving would be in the taking. Snagging the lube he’d moved into reach when he’d entered the room hours before, he managed to force Shuichi’s legs down so that he could get the singer’s pants off. Only half-listening to the mewls of protest, the golden eyes trailed across the body of his lover, enjoying the flushed pink kitten underneath him. “Shut up, pest, I have to get the pants off to get anywhere.”




          
That was all the encouragement Shuichi needed. Lowering his legs, he got his pants off in under thirty seconds, smiling up at Eiri with a mixture of love and wanton abandon. It was a look that had caused many squealing fangirls to clean out Bad Luck cds off the shelves the first day. Currently, it caused Eiri to pause and stare at him for a moment, before resuming his task. Fuck, that WAS hot.




          
He was more than aware that many were in love with Shuichi’s voice and body, and he would defend his territory fiercely. He was vicious in his determination that the person who caused said body to squirm with pleasure, that caused that lover’s voice to cry out a name would be him. Only him. Even if he did toss his ass out near deadline time.




          
With the obstructions out of the way, Eiri warmed up some lube and pressed his finger against Shuichi, before entering his lover. With a moan, Shuichi’s back arched and his head angled back, exposing himself further for Eiri. Releasing a clawed hand from Eiri’s shoulder, Shuichi maneuvered it to trail down Eiri’s body, seeking the button that would release him from the confines of his pants.




          
Finding what he was looking for, he made quick work of the clasp and zipper, slipping his hand inside. Giggling at the strangled noise he’d managed to produce, enjoying the reactions of a second finger being introduced as Eiri lost patience with another soft moan, he leaned up and flicked his tongue against the rim of Eiri’s ear before suckling on it.




          
The reaction was instant. Eiri’s length fully hardened in Shuichi’s hand as bolts of pleasure shot through him. Shuddering, he clasped one hand to the offended ear, growling out, “SHU!”




          
Shuichi could only giggle even more. In another few moments, however, he’d stopped giggling as Eiri’s heated kisses distracted him from all else but pleasure, and pleasing his love.





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Nearly an hour later, while the lovers were still celebrating in their own fashion, the phone rang again, blaring incessantly to be answered. Tatsuha finally shuffled over to the phone and checked the ID again, rolling his eyes and settling himself in preparation for the tirade. Unless he hung up on her again, this would take awhile. Flashing an evil grin, he leaned his head back and picked up the phone, reciting, “Yo. Uesugi Shrine. Your loss is our gain…”




          
“GODFUCKINGDAMMIT TATSUHA WHAT’D I SAY ABOUT THAT THE FIRST TIME!?” Mika blasted into the phone, causing Tohma to whip his head around to stare at her as if she were going to begin foaming at the mouth at any moment. Why the hell did Tatsuha have to antagonize the woman? Maybe he could bribe the kid into not harassing her quite so much, then he’d get some peace and tranqui…. Well at least he’d get less headaches.




          
Mika took a deep breath, swerving around a truck that hadn’t bothered to fully clear the lane she’d moved into and nearly scraping a door off, which of course happened to be Tohma’s side. He gave her a dirty, calculating look, intent on getting even with her when he was out of striking radius. Coming on a straight road, she tapped her fingernails along the steering wheel for a moment before growling out, “Put. Eiri. On the phone. Right. Now. Before I string your balls up for a new rear-view mirror ornament.”




          
Finally wincing, Tatsuha squirmed and told himself he knew Mika was only joking. He hoped. “I can’t.”




          
“Why the fuck not?”




          
“He’s um… indisposed at the moment.” Tatsuha replied amiably enough, glancing towards his brother’s room, where it must’ve been getting to the good parts. If the sounds coming from there are any indication, he sure is indisposed. Who knew Shuichi could hit that note? Shaking his head to clear out the images, he returned to the conversation. “By the way, I assume you were in or around his house? Did you bring his medication?”




          
Wrong thing to say, apparently, as the screeching began immediately. “He didn’t bring his pills?! He needs those pills!” The eldest female Uesugi began swearing hard enough that Tohma was surprised the car’s paint job remained intact.




          
Tatsuha ran his fingers through his bangs, half-closing his eyes with a sigh. ”You don’t gotta tell me! He’s going insane. Just bring them!” Not to mention the fact that their father was finding everything so hilariously funny. They’d get to that bridge when they crossed it.




          
“No, I didn’t bring his pills.” Mika finally put two and two together, growling out, “Shindou’s there isn’t he!? I’m going to kill that fucking little punk this time!”




          
“Look, Onesan. He’s actually managed to calm Aniki down… Let’s not fuck with what works, ne?” Tatsuha advised, shivering at another lust-filled moan from Shuichi. Okay, time to vacate to cold bath. “Look, I gotta go. We’ll talk when you get here. Ja.” The last thing he heard before he hung up on her was, ‘you’d better believe we will’.




          
Shaking his head, he trotted off towards the furo before he barged in on the couple, demanding to be let in on the fun. Pausing, the dark-haired teen slowed his steps, less enthused as before. Eiri had told him about the voyeuristic ghosts while they’d been waiting for Shuichi to show up. He could barely wait to hear what running commentary they had to be making this time. Imagining Eiri’s expression as he pointed out the fact, he was positively cheery as he stepped into the bathing room.




TBC