The Incredibly Bizarre Adventure...

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation. The wonderful Maki Murakami does. I simply worship her ^_^
Genre: Gravitation smutfic
Title: The Incredibly Bizarre Adventure of an Otherwise Perfectly Healthy Boy
Author: Anahita (tsuzuki @ sluttyukes.com)
Summary: Shuichi loses something very important to him ^_^;;;
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Keywords/ingsings: YukixShuichi yaoi PWP
Archived: http://www.gurabiteshiyon.net, http://www.adult-fanfiction.org

The Incredibly Bizarre Adventure of an Otherwise Perfectly Healthy Boy


Shindou Shuichi was a perfectly normal and healthy nineteen year old boy, with a perfectly normal life, a perfectly normal job, perfectly normal friends, and a perfectly normal and healthy boyfriend. Everything in his life should have been boring and unremarkable, and yet he was faced with a minor little problem that nobody should ever have to face in his or her life.

"Oh Yuki, just a little more, I'm almost there..." The pink-haired teenager cried as he lay on his back, nude with his legs spread apart slightly while his boyfriend worked his hand up and down his erect shaft.

"Liar! You stupid jerk! You said that over an hour ago!" Yuki said bitterly, and yet didn't stop. He tightened his grip a little and quickened his pace. What the hell was wrong with Shuichi anyway?

"I mean it this time, please don't stop! Just a little longer." Shuichi pleaded, grabbing the bed sheets in a white-knuckled grip in each hand. His toes began to curl.

"Forget it. I'm tired. I already fucked you three times, and if I keep this up any longer, my hand is going to cramp up and I won't be able to type for a week. Go to sleep. We'll try again tomorrow." And with that, he took his hand off of Shuichi's dick, turned off the lamp next to the bed, and pulled the covers up over his chest and found a nice, comfortable position to fall asleep in.

Shuichi sulked as he lay awake while the passion began to fade, and with that, all evidence of Yuki's hard work for the past few hours began to disappear as well. Three nights had passed, and still he was not able to reach orgasm!

It wasn't fair! He had let Yuki do him almost a million times already, and he never had a problem like that! How was it possible that he simply 'forgot' how to finish the deed? Nobody could just 'forget' how to do something like that! It was almost as preposterous as 'forgetting' how to walk or breathe or talk! How did something like that happen?

Shuichi sighed. He knew when it happened. The question as to 'how' it happened and, more importantly, how to get to working again still loomed heavy on his mind.

~Three Nights Prior~

"OUCH! Yuki that hurts!" Shuichi cried through clenched teeth as his lover continued to pound into his tight ass, while his hand roughly yanked at Shuichi's very sensitive, very erect member.

"Shut up already. You cry 'It hurts! It hurts!' all the time, but your body certainly is enjoying itself!" Yuki argued without pausing for even a second. He dug the fingers of his right hand harder into his lover's hip and quickened his pace. He would make Shuichi enjoy himself even if the end result meant that the singer wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week!

"You're going too fast! I won't be able to keep it going for much longer." Shuichi complained through clenched teeth.

"It's okay. You're doing fine. Just hold on a few more minutes. Don't come yet!" Yuki leaned forward to lick at a bead of perspiration that tricked down the curve of his lover's pretty neck, and then he grabbed Shuichi's dick tightly in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable.

"Can't! I'm coming. Oh GOD I'm coming! AHHH!"

Unfortunately for Yuki, it was too little, too late, as he felt Shuichi's body shudder beneath him, and soon afterward, felt his hand become covered with his lover's hot seed.

"Shuichi you IDIOT!"

"...sorry."

Fifteen minutes passed.

"Hey Yuki?" Shuichi called out into the darkness.

"Go to sleep." Yuki muttered.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?"

"Damn straight I'm mad. This was the lousiest birthday present ever!"

"I'm sorry Yuki, but you have to slow down when I warn you. And you keep jerking me off while you do it. You know I don't have that kind of stamina!" Shuichi said, defending himself.

"My little Baka, Shuichi, I do it like that because I want you to enjoy it. How am I supposed to believe that you like it when you keep crying about how weird it feels and how much it hurts?" Yuki turned on his side and ran his hand lovingly down the side of Shuichi's face.

Shuichi blushed. "Yuki... It does hurt, a little. But I like it. I wish we could try it again. This is the first birthday that I'm spending with you, and I want you to like it. I'll do anything you want..."

Yuki leaned back against the pillows that were propped up against the headboard and smirked wickedly to himself. He had an idea as to what could help salvage that evening, but if only Shuichi would play along. He seemed willing enough, so it was worth bringing up at the very least.

"Yuki, what are you...?" Shuichi said, and suddenly his train of thought was abruptly cut off as he felt Yuki's hand slip around his waist to search out and play with his package once again. Shuichi closed his eyes and moaned softly in satisfaction.

Five minutes had passed, and there was complete silence in the room.

Yuki stood at the foot of the bed, with an apparent self-satisfied smirk on his face as he quietly admired his work that lay there. It was there, on the bed, where his present lay. Shuichi, lips dark and kiss-swollen. Face flushed, large blue eyes so adorably confused as he wondered what his lover had in store for him, pretty body completely naked except for the pink satin ribbon that bound his dick and balls together tightly, and the ends tied together in a delicate little bow.

What a perfect birthday present... Yuki thought to himself, stifling the urge to lick his lips in anticipation. Oh yes, this would work out beautifully.

"Yuki, I'm not sure about this..." Shuichi said, wary of the whole situation. The ribbon was too tight. It hurt a lot!

"Shut up. You said I can have whatever I wanted for my birthday, didn't you?" Yuki said in a low growl. And he pounced on the bed and proceeded to indulge in the gift that lay before him.

The binding did work to delay Shuichi's orgasm. It worked too well, because despite all the weeping and wailing and begging on Shuichi's part to Yuki to let him come, once he removed the ribbon and gave the boy permission... Nothing happened.

And there they were, three days later, and still, Shuichi's orgasm was nowhere to be found.

Damn.

~

"This sucks." Shuichi so eloquently thought to himself. "Correction. This was awful."

"This was just..." Shuichi gave up. Words could not even begin to describe how horrible the pink haired teenager's little ordeal was, he realized as he walked umbrella-less through an icy downpour from the bus stop to the apartment that he shared with his Smoochie-Poochie Yuki. His grumpy yet totally cute boyfriend that he couldn't wait to get home to so that he could cuddle with and get all warmed up and...

Oh, right. It wasn't worth trying any of that anytioon.oon. He realized as his mood sank further. The fact that he chose the name 'Bad Luck' for his band seemed so cruelly fitting right at that moment as Shuichi walked home, cold, wet, and more frustrated than he had ever felt in his life!

And it was all Yuki's fault too! If anything Shuichi should have been angry with him!

'Male anorgasmia', the woman therapist that he was returning home from meeting with called it. A perfectly common ailment that occurs in about ten percent of the male population, and it was usually so minor that it typically went away by itself with no need for any medical treatment. But it wasn't going away in his case. And if things weren't bad enough, he had to tell Yuki's therapist - correction: Yuki's female doctor all about it! And if he wasn't mortified enough explaining his sexual dysfunction to some lady that treated his own boyfriend, the doctor just so happened to bear a passing resemblance to his own mother!

Shuichi sighed. At least that was over now, and hopefully he would be functioning properly soon so that he didn't have to go and humiliate himself in front of the doctor again. It wasn't like she mentioned anything helpful anyway. She only said something about relaxing and letting Yuki masturbate him slowly. He didn't have the energy or the desire to tell the woman doctor who looked like his mom that they had already been trying that with absolutely no success...

...For the past two weeks!

Shuichi wanted to cry. Two whole weeks had passed since it first started, and it still didn't go away! Stupid Yuki and his uncontrollable animal prowess! He was always doing weird things like that! It was his entire fault, wrapping up Shuichi's penis and testicles up like that so tightly that it probably cut off the blood supply. That was it! The singer's eyes widened in shock and understanding. Of course! That explanation made perfect sense!

~

"You're back already? So what did my therapist say?" Yuki said, muttering gre greeting as his boyfriend stood at the door to his study. The poor singer was soaking wet as he stood there, saying nothing other than the tense, low-pitched growl that he didn't bother to stifle, giving away his extreme displeasure with the blond writer at that moment.

"YOU BROKE IT!" Shuichi shouted as he confronted his lover who was busy typing away on his laptop. That outburst did not even prompt Yuki to look up from the screen in front of him.

"Broke what?" He asked, sounding somewhat uninterested in the whole thing.

"My... sex! I can't have sex anymore because you tied them up so hard that you broke it!" Shuichi explained, his voice cracked, betraying the fact that he was about to drop all self control and bawl uncontrollably, as he always did when he was tired and frustrated and completely lacking any control in any given situation.

"What the hell are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with you physically. The problem is that you are such a frigid lover in bed and that you get so damn nervous that you can't concentrate and all you think about is that it's so weird and it hurts that it never feels good enough for you to come! The problem is that you can't appreciate sex!" Yuki explained.

"NO! I was able to come all those other times even though I still complained and stuff! It was just when you decided to have a little fun with them that this started happening." Shuichi's bottom lip began to quiver.

"Hmm..."

"What do you mean 'Hmm'?"

"You may be right."

"OF COURSE I'M RIGHT!!"

Yuki glared at the hysterical boy dangerously. "Will you calm down and stop screaming in my ear? I can't concentrate with all that racket."

"Well what do you plan on doing to fix this?"

He stopped typing, shut down that laptop, put out his half-smoked cigarette, and swiveled in his chair to face his wet and frazzled boyfriend. "Maybe we should try something that really turns you on." Yuki smirked as the boy's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open, as if he wanted to say something, but his mind forgot how to speak all of a sudden. "We'll try getting you so hot that you won't even be able to hold back for two minutes." He promised. "You know, just like old times!"

Suddenly, that small, office began to feel very warm to Shuichi. The pink-haired pop star was vaguely aware of the light jab that Yuki made about his bed skills, and he wanted to react, but then Yuki had to go and put on a totally sensual expression that just said 'drop those pants and spread 'em! NOW' and Shuichi found himself unable to remember what he was mad about in the first place.

"Yuki..." He said as he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from his gorgeous boyfriend's gaze. His knees felt weak. Looking at Yuki always made him feel like that.

Yuki took off his glasses that he wore while he worked and set them down on the desk. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go put on that schoolgirl uniform and wait for me in the bedroom." He instructed.

Shuichi nodded obediently. "Okay... Wha? WAIT! I do not get turned on by that outfit!"

"Oh yeah? Then why do you always wear it whenever you want sex?" Yuki asked teasingly, cocking an eyebrow for effect.

Shuichi frowned. "Because it turns YOU on!"

"Oh please, if you're going to dress like a chick, the least you could do is stuff your bra and try to make it a little authentic."

"I've never heard you complain before!"

"And now you're beginning to annoy me." Yuki brought a hand up to rub at his forehead. "You're giving me a headache." His expression turned dark, unnerving Shuichi. Communicating his dissatisfaction perfectly.

"I'm sorry Yuki. I'll wear the dress." Shuichi conceded with no further argument.

"Forget it. I'm not in the mood anymore." Yuki teased.

"YUKI! You're never not in the mood!"

"Look, if you want it, you'll get out of here. NOW. Like in the next 5 seconds. Or I'm turning on this laptop. I have a deadline in a week!"

"Okay!" Shuichi beamed, and then turned and ran to their bedroom that they shared, pulled out the lube that Yuki kept in the top dresser drawer in anticipation. And without hesitation, he pulled out that schoolgirl uniform and Yuki seemed to like so much, and he began to change clothes.

~ Two hours and ty tty three minutes later ~

"Umm..."

Shuichi lay on his back. He was dressed only in a white blouse, unbuttoned and pushed open so that his chest was completely exposed. There was a small tear on the sleeve as well as a few buttons missing. He also wore a blue skirt that was pushed up to lie on his bare stomach, and a little makeup to finish up the outfit. A touch of frosted pink lipstick that was smudged beyond repair, and toenails covered in pink lacquer.

His knees were bent and his legs were spread while his boyfriend was going to work, changing techniques frequently. One minute he was bobbing his head up and down Shuichi's ultra-sensitive member, and then he'd lick it lightly, blowing on it teasingly, kissing it, and then taking it as deep in his mouth as far as it would go. He tried everything in his arsenal that never failed him in the past, but nothing seemed to work.

He sure as hell was not about to give up. He way way too much pride in his ability to admit defeat so soon.

"Yuki..." Shuichi moaned hoarsely.

No response. Yuki was still hard at work.

"Hey Yuki, might as well give up, go at it any longer and your jaw will start to tense up." Shuichi argued. Still he got no response from the writer. Damn, he was a persistent one.

It wasn't until Yuki paused ten minutes later to get a glass of water for his parched throat, that Shuichi got up and quickly threw on his pants.

And the most unfortunate streak continued.

~

It was the first week in April, and Shuichi still had not recovered. But Yuki wasn't about to give up anytime soon. If his usual mix of foreplay and sex didn't do anything for the boy, then he'd just have to change his strategy a little bit.

He dimmed the lights and filled the bedroom with pleasantly aromatic vanilla-scented candles. He programmed the CD player to fill the room with slow ballads by Shuichi's favorite bands, he covered the bed with black satin sheets and white and pink rose petals. And he fed his lover all sorts of sexy foods. Champagne, oysters, and strawberries dipped in cream.

He even agreed when the boy asked him to dance. He didn't hold back, because he didn't have a doubt in his mind that all Shuichi needed to relax a little and be able to let himself go was a little romance, and he was perfectly capable of providing that.

And Shuichi responded. Amazingly, it seemed to work. His little romantic dinner was a huge success! There was simply no other explanation that could account for Shuichi's seemingly sudden turnabout. He was a goddamn genius!

Yuki grunted in satisfaction. Oh yes, that was just perfect, like the old times. His pretty singer there beneath him, on his hands and knees, with his pretty ass facing him, his head lowered and his teeth digging into the down pillow in a token effort to muffle his loud cries.

This was the Shuichi he was used to! The oysters were a such a perfect idea that he was disappointed in himself for not thinking about it earlier, but there was no time to brood over such unpleasantries right then and there, Yuki thought to himself as he held Shuichi's hips steady with both hands and slammed into him several more times. Who would have thought that all that Shuichi needed was an antidote that was readily available in any grocery store?

Yuki couldn't contain his satisfaction. He knew that all Shuichi needed was to relax and let himself enjoy sex and everything would be back to normal. Silly boy thinking that some medical abnormality resulted from him being too rough during sex! He'd have to teach Shuichi a nice lesson afterwards for making him feel so guilty for all that, but that was going to wait. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand, the lovely task of continuing to screw that foolish brat senseless.

And then it happened. Finally. After a month and a half of awkward misses and disappointments and frustrations and cramped hands and sore jaws, and blood and sweat and tears, it finally happened. Shuichi at long last tensed up, lifted his head, arched his neck and screamed so loud that it was very likely that the neighbors witnessed it as well.

Finally satisfied that his sex life had reverted to its previous days, Yuki came soon after Shuichi and then collapsed on top of his spent lover. He moaned a barely comprehendible 'yes' and then gave into the temptation to nip at the delicate skin on the back of his neck.

"Umm, Yuki. That was so good..." Shuichi moaned into the pillow.

"Yeah, it was pretty good." Yuki agreed and was then overwhelmed by the desire to hold Shuichi as they began to fall asleep. What an ordeal! Still not completely convinced that the whole evening wasn't a mere dream, Yuki flipped his lover over on his back and took him in his arms and...

He felt a hardness digging into his thigh.

"Shuichi."saidsaid, quite calmly under the circumstances.

"Yes?"

"Please, please, please tell me that you didn't fake that orgasm back there as a half-hearted effort to please me."

Shuichi blinked. "I didn't fake it! Did I?"

~

“What a fucking miserable day…” Yuki thought to himself as he entered his home after a particularly tiring afternoon of dealing with his PMS’ing editor, hundreds of annoying fangirls at a book signing, and a selfish bitch of an agent who seemed to be more concerned with whether her boyfriend remembered her mother’s birthday than the small request that Yuki had made to her to not schedule anything on that particular day several months prior (as well as reminding her of that small request on several occasions afterwards.)

Shuichi was heading off on tour the next morning, and his twentieth birthday would take place when he was on the road, and it really meant a lot to Shuichi to spend that last night together. Yuki wasn’t the sentimental type, but he wanted to do something for his boyfriend. The pink-haired brat was still suffering from his frustrating little condition and because of that, things between them had grown a bit tense. He really didn’t want Shuichi to go away with all those bad vibes looming between them, but things didn’t work out the way he originally. And yet, that was sadly typical of his life.

The apartment was dark - curiously dark. Usually at that hour, his little pink-haired bundle of energy would emerge from wherever he was hiding when he heard the door open, and he would proceed to very enthusiastically greet the writer with words and hugs and kisses and his otherwise sunny countenance that never failed to lift Yuki’s mood, though he would never admit it. Shuichi would always react like that, despite his mood. But not on that day, Shuichi was nowhere to be found.

“I’m home.” Yuki called out, quite uncharacteristically, as he was a bit unnerved by the complete silence in his home. The lights were off. The television and the stereo were off. There was no answer. It appeared as if the boy was not home yet.

Dismissing the brief feeling of concern and loneliness, Yuki made his way to his kitchen to grab a beer. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, one thing was obvious. He needed a drink after the exhausting day he had.

From the looks of things in the kitchen, it appeared that Shuichi did return home from work, but only briefly. There was a half empty can of beer already sitting on the countertop. It was still cold, as if it had only been removed from the refrigerator recently. Yuki found that very odd, since Shuichi didn’t care for the taste of beer much. That beverage was far too bitter for the singer’s tastes, but there were times when it was necessary. Alcohol was alcohol, after all and sometimes it was necessary to get it anyway one could.

Yuki pulled out a fresh can out of the refrigerator, popped open the top, and took a long gulp while mentally he came up with a schedule for the night since it appeared that he had some time to himself without having to tend to the needs of his boyfriend. And while he stood there and was wrapped up in his own thoughts, a sound caught his attention.

It was very soft, as if it originated from a different room, and it sounded like a blunt object hitting the carpeted floor.

“What the fuck?” Yuki said aloud as he stopped drinking and turned his head towards the direction where that noise came from, curious as to what caused it. Though his wondering didn’t last very long. Placing the half-full can of beer on the counter next to the one that was already there, Yuki very slowly, very quietly made his way out of the kitchen into the living room.

It was empty and undisturbed as it had been when he first got home. “Shuichi…” He called out, loudly and slowly, almost as a warning to whoever or whatever made that noise. It couldn’t have been Shuichi. If Shuichi were home – alone – he would not have been avoiding him like that! But if there was someone else there… Or worse, if there was someone else with Shuichi…

He made his way to his office next, which was the next room on his way to the room where he knew that he was ultimately headed anyway. The lights were off, and it was just as he had left it when he left his home earlier that morning.

And then he reached the bathroom where the lights were on and the medicine cabinet was open and there on the counter was an empty cardboard box that had once housed a tube of lubrication…

Fuck. God Mother Fucking Damn!

His heart was racing, and even though Yuki wasn’t sure if he should have felt hurt or betrayed or angry or scared, he continued to quietly make his way to the room where he was now certain that he would find the source of that noise that he had heard moments ago when he was innocently drinking his beer in the kitchen.

And as he inched closer and closer to the bedroom, he heard a voice that he instantly recognized. The muffled voice of his lover, softly crying and moaning like he did all those times when they made love.

That little… Yes, thinere ere tense between them. Yes, perhaps Shuichi’s current state had left the two of them a little unfriendly towards one another, but Yuki never expected that. He never would have expected to come home to find that Shuichi had brought another man to his bed – to their bed – to help him get over his problem. He settled on an emotion. Furious. And confused and betrayed, and hurt and sad and fuck it all!

As the closed bedroom door came into view, Yuki’s heart began to race and he clenched his teeth. Now all that was left to see was who exactly it was who was making Shuichi moan like that and cry like that, and what would he do to them. Break their nose, or an arm perhaps? He was more than justified in doing that, after all… Or maybe…

Another ecstatic cry from Shuichi “Oh God!!!”

He could just see it, Shuichi on his back, his legs hiked up on the shoulders of whoever it was who was slamming it into him, making him make those noises that were reserved for himself only. It was settled. He would castrate whoever it was that was fucking Shuichi – whoever it was that was fucking his boyfriend! He would tear off their filthy balls and shove them down their throat!

There was no sense in postponing the inevitable he thought to himself as he placed a shaking hand on the doorknob and slowly began to turn it…

Once the door was open very slightly, he peeked in with one eye to see who was in there with Shuichi.

Nobody. There was nobody.

Yuki breathed a cautious sigh of relief.

Correction, he amended as he took note of his boyfriend lying on the bed with his head on the pillow and his knees propped up so that his pretty ass was up in the air. And lodged in that pretty ass was…

At that precise moment, Yuki became aware of the slight mechanical buzz of some object. That object that was causing Shuichi to make those sounds and…

Just like a conditioned response that would cause a dog to salivate hungrily upon seeing a piece of fresh meat, Yuki licked his lips and dropped his hands from the doorknob to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He would probably need quick access to that area anyway, he figured.

And just to be certain that Shuichi was alone, he scanned the room one last time. And there was nobody else there. Nobody but Shuichi, lying there as he fucked himself with a vibrating dildo while panting and moaning and biting a pillow and…

“Shuichi, what are you doing?” Yuki inhaled and called out, making sure he had full control of his senses.

“Oh… Oh Yuki… You’re home already?! I… I didn’t…” Shuichi panted nervously as he lifted his head and turned it to look at his very turned on boyfriend who was standing at the doorway… Clumsily, Shuichi began to reach for something that apparently had fallen off the bed, the control panel that let him control the frequency at which the dildo would vibrate.

He couldn’t reach it so Yuki quickly walked into the room to give him some assistance in that task. He picked up the plastic box off of the floor and turned it off. Shuichi immediately stopped making those very erotic, very delicious mewling sounds and fell to the bed in a boneless heap, as he panted exhaustedly.

“Sorry…” Shuichi said as the knowledge of what Yuki had just seen him doing computed, and all of a sudden he felt mortified at being found doing something like that. “I… I wanted to get better so that we could be together before I have to go away and…” He trailed off as he felt his boyfriend’s soft hand lift up his chin and kiss his forehead sweetly before he kissed his warm, semi-parted lips.

“Yuki…”

Stifling the urge to ask the boy where he got hold of that device, Yuki relinquished his hold on Shuichi’s mouth and stood up and began to unbutton his shirt while his cloudy-eyed lover turned onto his side and watched him undress.

And those eyes widened drastically as he looked down and saw the prominent hardness threatening to tear through his boyfriend’s pants. “How long were you watching?” Shuichi asked hoarsely. He was still panting.

Yuki smirked. “Long enough.” With his shirt in hand, he made his way to the closet to hang it up, as well as get a look inside there to reassure himself that Shuichi was indeed alone. He never claimed to be the generous type that would let someone have free reign over his boyfriend, after all. Hell, if he could talk Shuichi into it, he’d tattoo the words: ‘Property of Yuki Eiri’ on Shuichi’s pert little behind just to let the world know of that fact.

Yuki hung up his shirt and then removed his belt and unzipped his pants completely and made his way to the bed. He sat down on the edge and gently pushed away the wisps of hair that were wet with perspiration and matted to his forehead, out of Shuichi's face.

“You didn’t need to do this…” Yuki commented as he placed his hand on the mechanical device that was still lodged in his boyfriend’s ass and paused for a moment, as he considered how fun it would have been to turn it on and play with it some more… “Baka, our relationship is more than sex, you know…” Yuki added before he slowly and carefully pulled the dildo out and placed the whole device on the floor next to the bed for convenient access just in case…

Shuichi laughed pathetically. “Oh, and what’s the cause of this then?” He asked as he placed his hand on his lover’s obvious erection that showed prominently through his pants. And to punctuate that point, he gave it a firm squeeze. A sound that could only be described as something between a moan and a growl originated somewhere low within Yuki’s throat as his body instinctively responded to that touch.

On hearing that, Shuichi giggled. And he blushed, and Yuki found himself more turned on than he ever could remember.

“You fucking little flirt…” Yuki said with absolutely no maliciousness in his voice as he shifted to climb atop Shuichi’s nude body.

“And you know you love me for it…” Shuichi laughed as Yuki lowered himself to kiss those sweet lips again.

“You wish…” Yuki responded playfully as he broke the kiss and reached one hand down to grab hold of Shuichi’s waning erection.

“Yuki, but I…” Shuichi said, protesting as he grabbed Yuki’s hand before it reached its intended target.

“It’s okay.” Yuki said as he planted a light kiss on the side of Shuichi’s mouth, and then another on the tip of his nose, and then one more on his brow that was creased with worry. “Whatever happens is okay. We won’t force anything. This isn’t sex. We’ll just have a little fun before you have to go, okay?”

Shuichi’s furrowed brow relaxed as he looked lovingly on his boyfriend’s face, trying to read his expression. He looked content, and relieved, and he was actually smiling a little. Shuichi nodded and returned that smile as he let go of Yuki’s hand and let Yuki just love him and play with his body for just one night with no strings attached. He wouldn’t try to fix Shuichi’s problem, they’d just spend their last hours together enjoying each other and that was that.

He moaned as he felt his lover’s warm fir firmly grasp his dick and began to work it back to its fully erect state.

“So how was that dildo compared to me?” Yuki asked teasingly.

“What?”

“You really seemed to be enjoying yourself…” Yuki said. He let go of Shuichi’s cock and shifted so that he could run small kisses on Shuichi’s smooth chest.

“It’s more fun with you here…” Shuichi answered and moaned softly as he felt Yuki’s hot mouth latch on a nipple.

“I don’t know…” The writer said a few moments later as he continued to run kisses down Shuichi’s ribs and came to a stop when he reached Shuichi’s lower abdomen. He nuzzled the soft flesh there before he gently nibbled on the lip of Shuichi’s navel. He wondered briefly what that cute little indentation would look like if it were decorated with a little gold ring. “You looked like you were really enjoying yourself, like you’d explode all over the sheets if I didn’t interrupt you.”

“Yuki…”

The writer grabbed his lover’s cock and kissed the underside of it and began to suck on the junction where it connected to his balls.

“And all you needed was for me to show up and tell you not to come so soon and you’d be coming so hard that your balls would be empty when all was said and done…” He said, recalling all the other successful lovemaking sessions that passed between them and how they untimately ended. And he licked up the underside of Shuichi’s cock and sucked on the head for a moment before he took all that he could fit of Shuichi’s length in his mouth.

And Shuichi’s eyes went wide open. And he grunted as his hips began to move faster and faster without any conscious control as he fucked his lover’s mouth. Yuki continued to suck harder as he saw what was happening, and didn’t make any effort to stop it. And when Shuichi finally spilled his seed in his lover’s mouth, Yuki swallowed it all and didn’t remove his mouth until Shuichi was all done.

“Oh God…” Shuichi wailed hoarsely, “What just happened?” He asked, scarcely believing that all it took was a quick blowjob and he was back to normal. Why then, why there?

Yuki sat up and wiped a small amount of semen that lingered on the side of his mouth. He then lifted his hips to completely remove his own pants and silk boxers before he lay back down to turn his attention to his stunned lover who just had the ultimate orgasm of his young life.

“That, my Dear Shu-chan, was a classic demonstration of Pavlovian conditioning.”

“Eh?”

“You can only come when I tell you not to.” Yuki explained further and he began to suck on his boyfriend's neck.

“Oohhh!”

“Yeah, fascinating.” Yuki said as he smiled very contently as he looked into Shuichi’s very wide, very confused eyes, and gave into the temptation to kiss those rosy lips, slipping his tongue into Shuichi’s mouth so to give the singer a chance to taste himself.

And Yuki made sure to take full advantage of his newfound power all night long.


~Fin~


AN: I borrowed this story's plot from the hentai anime 'F3 (Frantic, Frustrated and Female) and you can pretty much guess what that's all about ^_^;;

I hope I didn't make Shuichi come off as a total dumbass in this one (though, to be fair, the whole point to the story was a big parody of all the 'Shuichi is lousy in bed' fics out there.) And there's my baby Yuki, all boorish and jealous and posessive, but I really think that this is in-character for him. I think he's very posessive of Shuichi in the manga at least. He's too busy angsting in the anime to even care about being posessive. Ah well...

Ah well, at least I got another one out of the way.