Make up Sex

I want to warn you: I'm not much of a writer, so I'm truly sory if my work sucks. I tried though.
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Disclaimer: I do not own gravitation (this disclaimer applies to the next chapters)




It was a hot day. Yuki Eiri was working on his latest novel in his office. Shuichi was working on NG on his latest album, so Yuki was very happy. He was thanking all the gods in heaven for giving him the silence and solitude he needed to work in peace. But he didn’t know that the perfect atmosphere wasn’t going to last.

“Yuuuuukiiiii, I’m hooomeoome!!!!”

Fuck, damn, shit. He gave an annoyed growl, and seven seconds later, a pink whirlwind came flying through the door and flung himself towards his grumpy boyfriend that was sitting on the chair, in front of his laptop, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the growing headache.

“Yukiiiiiiiii, I missed you all day. K was soooo annoying and he pointed a gun to my forehead when I didn’t want to sing, and Hiro told me that I couldn’t go to work wearing this shorts, because they are too small and I look like a slut and he teased me and made cat calls every time I turned arround, and Fujisaki was being himself, and that’s soooooo annoying he acts like an old man, and Sakano...”

“Shut up, SHUT THE HELL UP YOU’RE GIVING ME A MIGRAINE!”

“I’m sorry...” Shuichi let go of his boyfriend, not wanting to look the expression of pure anger on his face. In fact, Yuki’s eyes were glowing with anger. He didn’t usually acted like this, but today he was specially annoyed. Shuichi was suppossed to arrive later tonight, so Yuki was looking fowards to a calm afternoon in his ofice, working.

“I was peacefully working, because I have fucking deadlines, until you had to break into my office and start telling me all those details about your work. You should know by now that I don’t CARE, I DON’T GIVE A DAMN!!!!”

“But Yuki...” Shuichi was about to cry. Yuki always called him nasty names, and treated him like shit, but still, he hardly ever yelled at him like this.

“Weren’t you suppossed to be home later, you damn brat?” Yuki asked, rising his voice.

“I... I just... wanted to come home early... to be with you” Shuichi’s voice was breaking, still not finding the strenght to look Yuki in the face.

Great, now the brat was going to cry and he would feel like the biggest jerk in the world. Well, maybe he was.

“Don’t start crying now, this is all your fault. I didn’t mean to yell at you. Now get out, I have work to do.” Yuki said, lowering his voice.

Enough is enough. Shuichi forgot about feeling sorry. ‘How dare this jerk to yell at me like that, tell me not to cry, say he is sorry, then blame me for everything and kick me out?’ he thought.

“How DARE you Yuki Eiri? I’m so sick of your shit! I have done everything I can to be a good boyfriend for you. I have given you EVERYTHING I have, you fucker!!!!”

Shuichi was screaming so loud that his throat felt sore, his eyes still wet with tears but there was no sadness, jut pure rage. It was the first time that Shuichi yelled at Yuki, so he was dumbstruck for some seconds, but quickly snapped out of it.

“YOU HAVE GIVEN ME NOTHING BUT HEADACHES!!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M WASTING MY TIME WITH YOU. I’M SICK OF YOU. THIS IS OVER, YOU HEAR ME?”

“FINE, GO TO HELL, FOR ALL I CARE. DIE IF YOU WANT!!”

“IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? FINE THEN, MAYBE I’LL JUST PUT A FUCKING BULLET IN MY HEAD, THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO DRAG MY SORRY ROTTEN CORPSE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING APARTMENT. AND YOU WILL HAVE TO BEAR WITH THE GUILT, BECAUSE IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT.”


Shuichi stormed out of the room. He was crying hard. He couldn’t believe what just happened. How could Yuki be so cruel? After all he had done, after all he had given him, he just had to find the most cruel way to push him away. Yuki wanted him dead, Yuki didn’t love him.

“I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU, SHUICHI, COME BACK HERE!” Yuki came after him and roughly grabbed him by the wrist.

“LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU FUCKER!”

“THIS CONVERSATION IS NOT OVER!”

“IT IS OVER, MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!”

They locked eyes for a moment. There was pure anger in both of them. Yuki was irrationaly furious, and he slapped Shuichi... hard. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the wall, lifting him so the shorter male and him were at eye level.

“Listen to me you little piece of ungrateful bastard, you will NOT leave me in the middle of an argument!” Yuki barked. Shuichi felt the burning on his cheek. Had Yuki dared to hit him? He couldn’t believe it. He was so not putting up with this kind of treatment. Shuichi's fist made contact with Yuki’s jaw. Shuichi may look small, but he had a good punch. Looks can be decieving.

Sure, they had arguments all the time, but they had never gotten to hurt each other physically.
Yuki pushed Shuichi harder against the wall, the back of his head hitting the wall.

“Don’t you EVER do that again, Shuichi” Yuki said, in a threatening low voice.

“You hit me first. What did you want me to do, huh? Stay still and take it? What the fuck is your problem!?” Yuki had never seen Shuichi so angry... that was an understatement, he was furious.

Yuki loosened the grip he had on Shuichi’s shirt and put him on the floor, his anger leaving him slowly. Hell, he deserved that, he knew it. He always took the love and devotion his boyfriend had for him for granted. Just now he realised that after this little stunt, he may loose him for good.

Shuichi was sitting on the floor, his knees to his chest, crying his heart out. His cheek burned, his head hurt, his heart was broken.

Yuki looked down at his boyfriend. What a jerk he was. Damnit all to hell.

“Shuichi... I’m so sorry”

“Shut up jerk!!! You think that by apologizing everything is going to be ok? You hit me!”

“Shu...”

“Fuck you, bastard!” Shuichi stood up and went to his and Yuki’s room and locked himself.

“Don’t do this please, Shuichi” but he was left alone. He couldn’t lose his Shuichi, Why did he have to be so proud and stupid? Why had possesed him when he slapped his beautiful boy? He loved him for god’s sake! Why couldn’t he show him like a normal person did? Well, he was Yuki Eiri, therefore he wasn’t normal.

“Shuichi, please open the door” Yuki said, knocking the door of his and his lover’s room

Nothing. Just sobs and crying.

His jaw hurt like hell. He dragged his sorry ass to the kitchen to pick a bag of ice, and put it where Shuichi had punched him earlier. He could feel the skin swelling. He went back to the front of their bedroom door and knocked again.

“Shuichi, I’m so sorry, please let me in. We will work this out. I’m such a jerk”

Still no response. He could just hear his lover’s pained pants and sobs. He sighed and sat on the floor. Eventually, Shuichi would have to open the door.

“Believe me when I tell you that I didn’t mean a word I said, Shu” he said loud enough so his pink haired brat would hear.

“I don’t want you dead. If you died, I’d die too ” he continued.
“I don’t want this to be over, I love you damnit. I don’t know what happened to me. Please open the door. I love you so much. You mean the world to me”.

Nothing. He sat there for hours, talking to the bedroom door, telling it how sorry he was, what a jerk he was, how he deserved to die for being so stupid, how much he wanted his baby back. Eventually, he fell asleep sitting on the hard floor, with a melted ice bag in his hand.

*meanwhile, inside the room*…

Shuichi had cried himself to sleep, listening to Yuki’s words:

I don’t want you dead. If you died, I’d die too

I don’t want this to be over, I love you damnit

I love you so much. You mean the world to me

Yuki had never told him he loved him. Maybe he was just sweet talking him just to get laid or something. Hah! If they broke up, Yuki would be sex deprived, so maybe he was just saying it so he could have his daily fucking, right? But Yuki could affor to pay for a whore, soy why would he just keep him for sex? Why did he sound so... honest? Did he really mean it? No! of course he didn’t, the guy had just hit him and told him to go to hell, didn’t he? Then what was that look in his eyes when they were cuddling? But they only cuddled after sex, so maybe it was just a look of satisfaction! But he always said that Shuichi was lousy in bed, so how could that be a look of satisfaction? .... he fell asleep between this toughts, and Yuki’s soft voice.

...........

Yuki woke up, his backside a bit sore from being sitting on the hard floor. He rembered what had happened. The fight. He touched his bruised jaw, and it hurt like hell. The ice in the ice bag he was still holding, was completely melted. He stood up and went to the kitchen, putting the icebag back in the freezer. He looked at the kitchen clock: 8:36 pm Damn, he had been sleeping on the floor for about 3 hours. He opened the fridge and took a beer. He always kept an emergency pack of cigarrettes in the kitchen, over the fridge. He lit one up, took a deept drag and let the smoke invade his lungs, inmediately calming him. Then he took a sip of his beer. He thanked god or whoever that he had the foresight of keeping an emergency pack of cigarrettes, since he had run out of them just before Shuichi had arrived home.

Shuichi...

Then he remembered that he had the keys to every door of the house in one of the kitchen cabinets. He found them after a little while and went to open the door of their room. After fumbling with the keys, he finally managed to open the door, slowly. He silently walked into the room, and turned on a little lamp near the bed. There was his sleeping beauty, his face still red from crying so much, tear stained. The cheek where Yuki’s slap had landed was a bit purple and swollen. He was hugging tightly Yuki’s silk pajamas. He looked so cute. Yuki smiled a bit, and then frowned. He couldn’t forgive himself for hitting Shuichi. Hell, he deserved having a swollen jaw. He felt like such a bastard. He deserved to die.

Leaving aside his suicidal thoughts, he went to the kitchen to fix his boy something to eat. With Bad Luck’s new album recording, Shuichi hardly had anytime to eat and he had lost weight. Yuki thought that he may start acting like a caring boyfriend if he wanted Shuichi to stay with him. If he continued with this assholism, Shuichi would give up and leave him for good. He just hoped that his lover didn’t hate him.

He made some tea and rice.

He couldn’t understand why Shuichi was still with him. He made the boy sleep in the couch when their relationship started, he neglected him, treated him like shit. ‘Shuichi must really love me’, he thought. Shuichi told him a hundred times a day and showed him with actions how much he really loved him. Goddamnit, he felt so miserable for being a bastard!

He took one strawberry pocky from the counter, and put it on the tray, near the bowl of rice and the cup of sweetened tea. He wasn’t a good cook, so he couldn’t make anything fancier than this. He felt like a piece of shit for making such a lousy meal.

He walked into the room and sat on the bed, near Shuichi, who made some waking up sounds and hugged tighter Yuki’s pajamas.

“Yuki....” he mumbled, still asleep.

“Wake up, Shu” Yuki said softly, caressing his boyfriend’s face. He opened is puffy, swollen, red eyes. They stayed still for some seconds, looking into eachother eyes.

“Are you hungry? I made some rice” Yuki said softly. Shuichi remained quiet. ‘Damnit, he’s not speaking to me, he hates me, he is going to leave me now’ Yuki thought desperately. Suddenly, he felt Shuichi’s soft hand caressing his swolen jaw.

“I’m sorry Yuki. I shouldn’t have hit you like that”, he whispered. Yuki took the small, soft hand and kissed it.


“Don’t be sorry, baby, I deserved it” Yuki said.

“Yeah, you did” Shuichi giggled a bit. Yuki smiled, relieved. Then, Shuichi started crying again.

“Don’t cry please. I’m so sorry, so so so so so fucking sorry. I love you so much, I’m such a jerk, you’re too good for me” a small tear fell from Yuki’s eyes. He loathed himself.

“Please, let’s never fight like that again. I didn’t mean to say those things, I love you too”

“I SWEAR that we won’t, baby, never again, ok?” he hugged his baby and kissed his forehead.

“You hungry?” Yuki asked. Shuichi shook his head.

“You have to eat, you’re loosing weight”

“awww, Yukiiii, I don’t want to” he whined

“Stop being a brat, and eat something” Yuki said, no malice in his words. Shuichi smiled.

“You did this for me, Yuki?” he nodded, smiling a bit.

“Just because you did it. Just because you’re cute” Yuki made a face.

“I’m not cute! You are cute. I’m just too sexy for my own good” he said

“Yes you are, cute and sexy.” Shuichi started eating slowly, and drinking some tea.

“Yumm, pocky” Shuichi said. After he finished his rice, he continued with the pocky.

“I’ve decided that I should stop being an asshole. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of acting like an uncaring bastard, when all I want to do is show you how much I love you, how much I really care. You deserve it, you are perfect, beautiful, loving, cute, sexy, and I’ve taken you for granted.”

Shuichi put the tray on the floor, and listened his lover’s words. His heart was going to explode. He was so happy. Finally, all his hard work was showing results. He had won Yuki’s heart. Maybe this fight had some good consecuences. Yuki continued,

“Today I was really terrified that I would lose you, Shuichi. I had never seen you so angry. I was scared. If you left me today, I would have died”.

Yuki was holding back his tears. He would not cry, he would not cry, he would not cry... too late though, he started crying softly. Shuichi held him tightly, and whispered in his ear,

“Don’t cry, I’ll never leave you” he kissed Yuki’s lips softly. They started kissing, chastely at first, but soon their kiss deepened, their tounges caressing each other slowly but passionately.

“Make love to me, Yuki”

Shuichi whispered huskily in Yuki’s ear, after their kiss was broken, and licked it and bit it softly, just how he knew his Yuki loved it. Yuki growled softly and pinned the smaller male to the bed and started kissing him hungrily.

Shuichi spread his legs, so he could have a better contact with his lover’s body. Yuki took Shuichi’s shirt and started working on his slutty short shorts. Shuichi started undoing Yuki’s shirt and pants. Shuichi couldn’t use boxers with those shorts, because they were too tight and it was uncomfortable, so he used a little black thong, which Yuki loved of course. He playfuly removed Shuichi’s thong with his teeth. Once the sexy underwear was out of the way, he started kissing Shuichi’s feet, legs, thigs, slowly and lovingly. Shuichi was panting and painfuly hard.

He reached Shu’s groin, and grabbed his hard cock in his fist and started stroking him slowly, but firmly, while licking his balls, that were already swollen and ready to explode. His tongue continued it’s journey downwards, until it reached his tight, cute asshole. Shuichi moaned and spreaded his legs wider and lifted his hips, so Yuki could have better access. This was one of Yuki’s favorite things: give his boy a good rimming. It was so dirty, and maybe that’s why he loved it so much. Plus, it helped Shuichi get wet and willing. His tongue started penetrating his smaller lover, and he smiled listening to his baby’s lovely and desperate moans and pants. This always got Shuichi so hot! Yuki was fucking Shuichi with his tongue, and Shuichi was beging for more.

He stopped his ministrations to undo his pants. They were becoming painfuly tight by now. Shuichi was making him so hard! He grabbed a tube of lubricant that was on the bedside table.

When Shuichi saw his lover’s big, hard cock, he whimpered, wanting it to be inside of him.

Yuki lubricated his cock, and moaned at the contact with his hand and the cold, slippery substance. He put some on his fingers and put some on Shuichi’s asshole, penetrating him with two fingers until they were inside to his knuckles. Shuichi moaned and opened his legs wantonly.

Yuki lifted his lover’s legs, until his knees touched his chest, and started penetrating him, until he was completely inside. Shuichi whimpered and moaned loudly. Yuki captured Shuichi’s lips in a heated kiss, exchanging big amounts of saliva, and started moving in and out of his lover, building a slow but firm pace.

“Yu...kiii... ahhh... yeah... so good”

“You want more, baby?”

“yeah... more... give me ... more... uhn... I love .... you... ah ah ah”

“I love you... too... ahhh, baby... so hot... so perfect”

Yuki’s sweat was falling over Shuichi, and their movements started speeding up. They couldn’t get enough of each other, Moaning, panting, touching and kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Shuichi’s prostate was being hit each time Yuki’s cock penetrated him, and he was clenching his muscles each time Yuki pulled out, squeezing his cock, creating an unbearable friction. After some minutes, their pace was frantic and erratic.

Shuichi came first, making a mess over his chest and Yuki’s stomach. A moment later, Yuki came, filling Shuichi’s insides. They collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap, limbs entangled, hair everywhere, covered in cum, happy and sated.
Yuki pulled out after some minutes and collapsed at Shuichi’s side, noticing that he was crushing the poor boy with his weight.

“You are so good, baby. I love you. Don’t leave me. Never. Please” Yuki said, nuzzling Shuichi’s wet mop of messy pink hair.

“I’ll never leave you” he said, hugging his boyfriend. “Love you too”

They kissed for a long time, until they fell asleep in the messy bed, but incredibly happy. At least, something good came from the nasty fight they had earlier today.

Fin

Author Notes:

1. English is not my native language, so feel free to correct my grammar or spelling. Do it politely please.

2. No flames, but please review.

3. I tried to make a good job, be considerate

4. I’m doing another one. I have the idea. It’s going to be much smuttier that this one. This one turned out to be too fluffy for my liking. I’ll post it if I get some reviews, at least one.

5. Thanks for reading.