The Sweetest Revenge

Title: The Sweetest Revenge
Author: Shinishu-chan
Warnings: Lemon, PWP (OK...there is a little plot going on there...), silliness, violence (VERY angry Yuki, ya know...)
Pairing: Eiri x Shuichi
Rating: MA
Author’s Note: I should warn you this is my very first lemon/PWP... whatever you want to call it. I hope it doesn’t completely suck... Please review and tell me if it does! I really need constructive criticism...

“Kiss shining hitomi ni kuchizukete…” – someone is speaking / singing / screaming / whatever
(I love Shuichi singing Grasper Songs!) – My notes
//Baka, quit that shit and come to bed…// someone is thinking

ooooooo

December, the 26; 14:45 (02:45 p.m.), Hiro’s apartment

“Hiro! Can you believe that?! How could he do this to me?! Yuki is so mean!!!”
Nakano Hiroshi, Bad Luck’s guitarist and Shindou Shuichi’s best friend patted the head of said singer sighing, almost pitying himself for that little pink “creature” curled up in his arms and crying “its” soul out.

“I mean... he didn’t have to be so cruel! Just because I am how I am, doesn’t mean he’s got the right to hurt my feelings like he did!”
Another sigh escaped Hiro’s lips before he gently pulled his hands onto Shuichi’s shoulders so he could see right into his eyes.

“Shuichi. For the past forty minutes you did nothing else than crying and bitching about what an ass Yuki is. Would you please tell me now *exactly* what he did do to you? Otherwise I can’t help you.”

The pink haired singer sniffled and shifted his weight so that he was no longer sitting on his best friend’s lap. He raised a slim hand to his face, wiping away the tears that still lingered in the corners of his red, puffy eyes. He let his gaze drift around through the living room of Hiro’s apartment and soon he found what he was looking for. With a sudden elegance, the singer took a packed of hankies from the coffee table, cleaning his nose.

The elder waited patiently for him to get ready, but was startled when Shuichi then opened a box of strawberry pocky, forcefully shoving its contents into his mouth.

“He bought me shower bath for Christmas; did you get that? SHOWER BATH! And not only that! He said I needed it so I can finally clean myself the right way! HIRO! He said I couldn’t wash myself! He said I would smell like a sports tricot three months not being washed!!”

The brown haired raised an eyebrow at how quickly a whole box of pocky could disappear if Shuichi was angry, but decided to stay quiet about that. Instead he nodded understanding towards his friend waiting for the next round of bitching and whining.
And of course, the young man wasn’t disappointed.

“Yuki is such a could-hearted bastard; he doesn’t realize what he’s got in me! Sometimes I wish to-“

“What about revenge?”

Shuichi stopped in his tracks. Revenge? That was... actually a good idea! He wanted Yuki to feel what it was like; being fooled by the man you loved. He wanted Yuki to stop insulting his feelings, he wanted Yuki to understand him, damn it!
The pink haired boy’s thoughts were cut off when Hiro decided to speak again.

“Yuki’s birthday is in February, isn’t it?”

Shuichi nodded.

“Well, I would say you do following...”

ooooooo

February, 23; 18:30 (06:30 p.m.), Yuki’s apartment

“Happy birthday, Yuki!” Shuichi shouted as he hugged the writer, straddling his lap and placing hundreds of butterfly kisses on his face.

“Yeah, yeah...whatever. Would you hand me now that stupid present of yours so we can get over with this and I can go back to my office?”

Impatiently Yuki fumbled with his unlit cigarette, seretly wanting to see what his boyfriend got him as fast as he could. He was a little curious, though he would never allow himself to show this to anyone. He hoped it wasn’t another song from Shuichi, because... well, because his lyrics were crap. (What he told him every time he had the chance to.)

Satisfied when his lover fished something from behind the couch pillows that wasn’t a piece of paper, the blonde found himself staring at a small box wrapped up in orange paper with small pink bunnies on it.
He had to suppress a grin at his lover’s stupidity. //How typical.// he thought.

Shoving Shuichi off his lap, he unwrapped the small thing, hoping it wasn’t an engagement ring. The box was small enough to be from a jeweler’s shop and the pink haired was definitely crazy enough to buy such a thing for him.

“I hope you like it, ‘cuz it was very difficult for me to get it, you know...” Shuichi stated happily seeming very excited himself by watching his lover.

However, when he finished unwrapping his small present, the author saw something he never had expected.
NEVER.

“What the hell...?!” Yuki stared at the small white package in his hands. The left edge was colored in a dark shade of blue with a small white oval in which the word ‘Pfizer’ could be read. On the right side, there was a small violet strip and in the middle, there was it.

It was clearly readable, entire in fat, dark-blue capital letters, that everything destroying word, making his heart ache.

VIAGRA

His mouth hung slightly open when he fought for words. He couldn’t believe it. Shuichi, his beloved whom he trusted more than his own family, had bought a package of Viagra for his birthday. He brought him stuff to stimulate his hormones! Was he really that lousy in bed? He couldn’t get it. He knew, he hadn’t any problems with his erection and his orgasm was still mind-blowing, so why the hell did the brat buy him that bloody Viagra?!

After a few moments of complete silence in which the only sound that was heard was the constant clicking of the clock in the kitchen, Shuichi decided that he had to say something if he wanted his plan to work out. Seeing the confused, nearly desperate look on Yuki’s face, made him almost regret his act of revenge and apologize to his lover. He almost wanted to jump to his feet, run towards their bedroom and pull the real present out of its secret hiding-place so that this look was erased from Yuki’s angelic face. But he forced himself to continue.

//Remember//, he told himself, //Yuki needs to learn that he mustn’t play with your feelings like he does. He needs to learn what it feels like to be fooled by the very person he cares for. He needs a dose from his own medicine to realize how bitter it is! Otherwise he’ll never change.//

“You know, Yuki... we’re all getting older... and less ‘active’.” Shuichi said with a sly smile on his lips when he leaned back against the cool leather surface of the couch, snaking his left arm around Yuki’s shoulder.
“It’s just that you’re quicker in that task of getting older... nothing that’s unusual...”

Before the boy had a chance to complete his sentence Yuki cut him off. The first part was spoken calmly, like a fact of matter. The second part however was shouted in a loud, angry voice, sending Shuichi to a slight wincing when he heard it.

“You are giving me Viagra for my birthday... BECAUSE YOU THINK I AM TOO OLD TO GIVE IT TO YOU, HUH?!”

Immediately the writer slapped Shuichi’s hand off of his shoulder, jumping to his feet and leaning forward to the small boy. He didn’t want to believe what he just heard, he couldn’t. He couldn’t believe what Shuichi was saying. So he thought Yuki was too old?! So he wasn’t satisfied with his skills in bed?
It didn’t seem to the blonde that Shuichi wasn’t enjoying it when he took him; all the times he screamed his name out in ecstasy, squirmed underneath his light touches, torn in the middle between pain and pleasure and yet pleading for more.

Had he been lying when he afterwards cuddled up against him, telling him how much he loved him? Or was this whole Viagra thing just a joke, made up to tease him? Then again he had hurt his feelings. Shuichi had hurt him, and he didn’t like it. Yuki hated being hurt.
That alone was the entire reason why he had closed his mind to everyone around him, why he had put up those thick barriers. And now, that he finally let these barriers fall for someone, the very same person hurt him in the most ‘intimate’ way he could think of.

At this very moment he hated everything. He hated Shuichi for insulting his feelings, he hated himself for even having feelings to insult, and he hated that fucked up Viagra for being the cause of all this shit!
In all his hatred of everything Yuki got very angry, and much to Shuichi’s disease, very fast and uncontrollable.

Grapping the boy by his upper arms he lifted him aggressively into a standing position, the small package that was once his birthday present lying ignored on the floor.

“So you’re thinking I have a problem with my hormones, don’t you?! Well, I think I’ll have to teach you that this is indeed wrong.”

At the cool sound of the voice Shuichi shivered. Scared he looked up into those cold golden eyes, not showing any emotion but ice-cold anger, that kind of coldness that burned even worse than fire when it came to touch you.

This was not what he wanted. He didn’t want Yuki angry at him; he didn’t want him to get mad. All he wanted was Yuki to understand what it felt like being insulted all the time, being put down with cynic comments about everything.
And yet, here he was, pressed against the wall, his hands pinned above his head and his mouth forced open by his angry lover’s unforgiving tongue.

“Yu-Yuki! Stop! You’re hurting me!”
Shuichi tried desperately to free his hands out of the blonde’s death-like grip but failed pitifully since Yuki was stronger than him. When Yuki noticed the struggling of the boy’s hands, he griped them even tighter, making sure he couldn’t escape. At the time his need for oxygen grew almost unbearable he took his lips off from the singer’s, just to have them crushing down to Shuichi’s again only a few moments later.
Panting for air Shuichi tried hard to avoid the writer’s mouth, not wanting to be strangled.

“Yuki! Stop!” he cried out when said person finally left his ravished lips, biting at his neck instead.

“Shut up!” Yuki growled before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh under his mouth, forcing a red bruise onto the perfect skin. He could still feel the boy’s struggling to get free, throwing his head from one side to another in order to get Yuki’s mouth off of him.
But the blond didn’t care. Neither did he care that the boy was totally unwilling to his actions on him, nor did he care that he was hurting him. All that registered his mind was that Shuichi HAD given him that Viagra, and that he HAD said something against his sexual skills. And so he didn’t care about the loud cry of pain he heard as he bit into the flesh again, maybe a bit too hard.

“ITAII! Yuki! Stop! Please!”

But the blonde didn’t stop. Instead he began to tear at Shuichi’s clothing, causing the first button to spring off his red-orange cotton shirt. He felt Yuki slowly forcing him down, pressing him to the ground inch by inch. When the boy was finally lying on his back the writer straddled his hips, not letting him go.

At the time Yuki ripped his entire shirt open, Shuichi felt himself panic. This wasn’t his Yuki anymore... this was a wild animal, ready to kill him in an instant. He was scared, scared of what his lover was doing with him, scared of his lover himself. Not wanting to let this happen he tossed his head from side to side, again trying to get free.

“NO!!! Please! I’m sorry!! YUKI, STOP!!! PLEASE!!!”

The only response the pink haired got was a cold glare from the eyes that he originally loved so much, and now was so terrified of. When he felt Yuki biting down his chest, leaving angry red marks as he did so, Shuichi realized his arms were finally free. So he did the nearest thing he could think of doing: he clawed his hands at the golden hair of the writer’s head, wanting him to stop.

Unfortunately the only thing that followed from it was one of Yuki’s hands pinching hard at his right nipple, causing a sharp pain to shoot through his body.

“I said shut the fuck up, brat!” he shouted as he fought with the button of the boy’s pants. At last succeeding in opening the annoying thing he moved his hands towards the golden zipper underneath.

“NO! PLEASE, YUKI! LET GO OF ME!!! DON’T!!!”

A small hand tried desperately to prevent him from getting that zipper open, only making him angrier. After some fighting against the unnerving hand he finally slapped it out of his way, in the end being able to remove the bothersome pants blocking his view from the perfect legs he wanted so badly wrapped around his waist, the owner screaming his name in ecstasy.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

A hard slap echoed through the apartment.

For Yuki, time froze. He watched in horror Shuichi scrambling backwards in haste, tears running down his cheeks, his body covered with red marks.
His eyes widened in shock when he saw the boy balling up in a corner of his living room, shaking furiously, while loud sobs escaped his throat.

“Please, Yuki... don’t... don’t hurt me...please stop...”

“Oh god... I...”

Not until now he realized what he had almost done. Again he looked at his frightened lover who reminded him of a cracked china doll, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was shaking and sobbing. Even now, that he looked so broken, Shuichi was beautiful, like a higher being, maybe a fallen angel, just without the wings.
But that beautiful sight also made his heart ache, more than anything before.

He had almost raped Shuichi. He had almost done the very same thing to HIS PRECIOUS SHUICHI that his sensei had done to him. He was not any better than his sensei, he wasn’t any better than that stupid Aizawa!

Suddenly the blond felt very sick. He couldn’t face the boy anymore. He was afraid of what he would see in his eyes.
Hate? Disgust? Or both?
He covered his mouth with a shaky hand, locking his eyes on the ground as not to meet the gaze of the boy. He felt weird. Something really wasn’t right with him when he waited for Shuichi to stand up and storm out of the room, or slap him once more, or just do anything else than sitting there and staring at him!
Something tickled the cheek he had been slapped on, creating this odd feeling in his face and he wondered what it could be. He was about to raise his hand covering his mouth to the cheek, wanting to know what the cause of these feelings was, when he surprisingly realized Shuichi crawling towards him.
His eyes widened as he felt the boy’s small, warm hand upon his face, slightly touching his reddened cheek.

“Yuki... you’re crying. Why?”

“Are you crazy? I almost raped you, silly! How am I supposed not to cry? I’m nothing better than-“

The blond was silenced by a pair of warm, pink lips softly pressing against his own. When Yuki gasped at the feeling, a wet tongue easily slid into his mouth, caressing his upper lip before it did so. The writer sighed into the touch, loving the sensual feeling of his lover’s mouth against his own. He let his hazel eyes fall shut, still not daring to face the singer. He felt the boy moving closer to him, sliding his lightly tanned arms around his neck.
After some heaven-like moments, Shuichi broke their contact.

“Yes. You almost did. But you didn’t.” he smiled up at Yuki, the tears from earlier already dried. Now that was his Yuki, not the wild animal from before, but his beloved grumpy novelist who said ‘Shut up’ when he meant ‘I’m kissing you now’. This was the man he loved truly, madly and deeply; but this was also the man that got Viagra for his birthday along with some sly comments.

The pink haired sighed before he let his arms around the blonde’s neck once more, taking him into a deep embrace.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted...” he trailed off when he felt his cheeks redden.
“I just wanted to get my revenge for Christmas...”

Yuki stared at him in disbelieve. He blinked once, he blinked twice. After another five times of blinking he finally realized what his boyfriend meant with the *Christmas-incident*.

He pulled back a little, so that Shuichi was still sitting on his lap, but he had the opportunity to look into his face.
Still wide-eyed he managed to speak.

“You mean... you did it... because of Christmas? Because you wanted revenge for the shower-bath?”

Now even more embarrassed, Shuichi sank his eyes to the ground, giving the blonde a small nod. He felt guilty. He shouldn’t have taken that so serious; he shouldn’t have fooled his lover so wickedly. Wet trails of anger made their way down his face, burning into his skin and then falling to the ground.
“I’m sorry, Yuki. I shouldn’t have done this. I-“

This time it was Yuki’s turn to shut up his beloved one with a kiss. He kissed the singer passionately before he went up to gently lick the tears off from his face. Raising one hand to play with the pink hair, he pulled back, kissing his lover’s nose.
“I love you.” He simply said going down to place tender kisses on Shuichi’s neck, caressing the marks he’d made earlier.

At that violet eyes began to enlarge. Sure, the boy knew Yuki loved him, but he had never thought the blonde could ever bring himself to say it so easily. Disbelievingly he tried to make eye contact with the older. “You... Say that again.”

A large grin crossed the novelist’s face. He playfully pinched the singer’s cheeks and his eyes lit up in amusement.
“Not going to”, he replied and ruffled the flamingo pink hair. When Shuichi showed him a huge pout he continued. “I think you understood quite clearly what I said. And I meant it. I really do.”

Like the rays of the sun, a smile spread on Shuichi’s face and shone brightly. One last tear rolled down on his cheek, but it was a tear of pure happiness, neither pain nor sorrow.
Happy, he wrapped his arms around the writer’s neck and pulled him into a deep embrace. A small sigh escaped his lips and he leaned his head onto his lover’s shoulder.

“Love you too…” he finally whispered while kissing Yuki’s sensitive ear. When the writer shuddered at the contact, he started to slowly lick at the earlobe, biting gently from time to time.

“Hm…” The blonde let his head fall back and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his love’s tongue against his skin. He let out a small moan when Shuichi flicked it over the silver ring and then gently blew air onto it.
The novelist’s hands came up behind the smaller one’s back and started to follow the curve of his spine. He let his hands roam up and down a few times before he finally put them to a hold on Shuichi’s bottom.

After a few more moments of nibbling Eiri’s ear, Shuichi finally pulled back and looked into his lover’s eyes. Violet stared into gold and for the two, time froze.
When the pink haired found his voice back he kissed his lover’s nose with a playful grin.

“Nee Yuki, maybe we should continue this in the bedroom?” he asked and licked demonstratively over the blonde’s lips.
Said person seemed to be pondering on the thought for a small amount of seconds before a smirk adorned his face.
“I think not”, he said finally, clearly enjoying the look of puzzlement on the boy’s features.

“What…? Uh... OK then…”
Shuichi lowered his head and tried desperately to hide his disappointment. After all, it was his very own fault that Yuki didn’t want to sleep with him now. He fought back the pout and made no other sound of protest, knowing when to keep quiet.

Yuki, having observed the whole scene, at last stood up, glancing down at the singer and offering him his hands.
“But I think we should pay a visit to our precious washing machine. Come on.”

Surprised, Shuichi jerked his head upwards. “What?”
A low chuckle escaped Yuki’s throat. “I think you understood me quiet well, my little Shu-chan.”

A frown crossed the pink haired’s face. “But Yuki, what would you want on the washing machine”
Yuki smirked. Shuichi clasped his mouth shut with his hand. Did he say that aloud? Fuck. He assumed that sounded... well, weird.
“Uh... I mean... what would you want with the... I mean by the... hey, fuck! You know what I mean!”
The man took Shuichi’s hands in his own and helped him to get onto his feet. “Come on already. Or do I have to tie you up and carry you?”

A small blush crept into the singer’s already pink face. When Yuki started heading towards the laundry room he let himself being dragged with him. His eyebrows curled upwards as he tried to think of any scenario his lover could have possibly in his mind. When he found that he couldn’t even think properly at this moment he finally gave up.
Although Yuki seemed a little strange today he certainly knew what he was doing.

When the pair finally had made it to their destination Yuki grabbed a random basked of dirty laundry and shoved it into the machine. Then he put in a few cups of ‘Swoosh’ and set it on. When he was done he noticed the confused look of the pink haired rock idol on his back.
Finally he turned around and gave the singer a mysterious smile.

“Why are you doing the laundry... *now* Yuki? Do you want to go out and need your lucky shirt or are you simply mad at me?” Shuichi asked in this indescribable cute tone of his.
Hearing this, the novelist had to suppress a small chuckle. His lover could be so dump sometimes! Okay, maybe he had just still an innocent mind and wasn’t so perverted like him...

He thought of the many times Shuichi had shoved him into the toilette of some casual restaurant just so they could have sex without having to drive all the way back to their apartment.

...okay, maybe he wasn’t. Shuichi was just as much perverted as himself, but who cared? Nobody! The only problem, which wasn’t really a problem, was that his precious Shu-chan wasn’t able to get where this would lead. But the blonde was all too happy to let him know or better: show him.

After a few moments did the washing machine what it was supposed to do: it washed. Not that this was much of a miracle, but soon even Shuichi would realize why that was.

Yuki cupped the soft face of his lover with his hands. Slowly he stroked his cheeks with his thumps and then gave him a loving kiss. It began as a tender pressing of lips together but soon enough it turned into something much more heated.
Quickly Shuichi opened his mouth to welcome Yuki’s demanding tongue. As soon as the writer felt a small opening between those pink lips he slipped past it and slid his tongue over his lover’s. The two muscles played around, circled each other like two wild cats in an old game of dominance.
This time Yuki let his lover win and enjoyed the smile said boy smiled into his mouth as he took pleasure in his victory.

When Shuichi let his eyes fall shut the writer bean to let his hands play with a few strands of pink hair. Shuichi brought his hands up to Yuki’s broad shoulders and tried to find a halt as they kissed to the point of drunkenness.

To say Yuki tried to hold back himself would have been a lie so it was not a surprise one of his hands started to roam over Shuichi’s lithe body. Slowly he caressed his lover’s back trying to feel the warmth beneath the shirt. Soon his other hand followed on its journey and they came to a stop at Shuichi’s bottom.

“Yuki...” he opened his eyes and whispered breathlessly into the older man’s mouth as Yuki kneaded his butt. The writer smiled against Shuichi’s lips and parted them for another kiss. The singer shut his eyes again and let himself be carried away by the nice wave of warmth that washed over him at the feeling of his lover’s hands on his body.

When Yuki began to place small kisses along his collarbone Shuichi threw his head back and gave a small moan. The blonde sucked pleasurable on his tanned skin and Shuichi simply knew Hiro would make fun of his hickeys tomorrow. He actually didn’t care about that but it could be really annoying sometimes, especially if you’re as short tempered as Shuichi.
But soon enough those thoughts turned to nothing but pleasure as Yuki sucked on one of his nipples though the orange fabric of his shirt. Quickly Shuichi embraced the blonde’s shoulders and twined his legs around his hips to rub his crotch against his lover’s.

A hot sting of pleasure shot through the writer’s lower half and he had to bite into Shuichi’s skin to stop a moan forming in his throat and struggling desperately to come out. But in the end Yuki Eiri won, as always.
He registered Shuichi’s legs around him and took the welcome opportunity. Quickly he turned and moved with Shuichi in his arms to the furiously vibrating washing machine.

Shuichi couldn’t help but let out a surprised cry. All of the sudden he found himself placed on top of the quivering thing. It send him shivers up his spine, through his whole body and back to his lower belly. His blood boiled. That was a totally new sensation; he had never felt like this before.

Slowly he made eye contact with his lover. Yuki mischievously grinned down at him; it seemed he enjoyed himself quite well.
He opened his mouth to say something but the only thing coming out was an audible moan. Shit! That vibrating sensation was too much for him. Little by little it dawned upon him why Yuki had led him into the laundry room instead of the bedroom.
Suddenly Shuichi clutched his eyes shut as he became sorely aware of his rapidly growing erection. His pants were painfully tight.

When Yuki pressed his hips against him he at least knew that the author had the same problem. But it still was unfair how poor helpless Shuichi had to suffer! So he took it into his own hands to torture his beloved Eiri a little.

And he took it not just into his hands: Slowly he began to trail butterfly kisses all over the elder’s neck. From time to time he stopped for a while to suck at a random spot of the creamy skin. He smiled. Yuki always reminded him of vanilla ice. But when he was angry, the writer made him think of a lemon. Maybe that was because his favorite shampoo smelled of lemon grass? Or was it because of their massage oil?

With skilled fingers Shuichi opened the buttons of Yuki’s silken shirt and brought him even nearer by pulling him close with his legs, which were still around his hips. Yuki tried to suppress a small groan but instead ended in sucking the air in sharply.

Now it was Shuichi’s time to grin as he moved dangerously close to the writer’s left ear. He pressed his lips to it before he softly blew hot breath onto it and then began to nip at it leisurely.

“Hmmm... Shu...!”

Now Yuki couldn’t help himself but let out a low moan. The vibrating of the washing machine got through Shuichi’s body to him too and he knew he had to take his lover soon or he would go nuts.
His hands fumbled with the button of the singer’s pants and pulled down the zipper.

Shuichi was all too willing to help him as he lifted his hips so the task of his pants being removed would go easier. Eiri didn’t hesitate and ripped off Shuichi’s boxers right among the pants.

When the singer was settled back on the washing machine he gasped sharply. The soft skin of his bottom met the cold metal on the surface and now the quivering got directly to him.

Yuki shrugged off his own shirt just after he removed Shuichi’s. And then he needed a few seconds to fully take in the sight before him. His sexy lover sat naked on the Quivering washing machine, his face was flushed, his lips swollen with almost forbidden kisses; his cock stood proudly in the soft curls of his light brown pubic hair, and his hands tried desperately to get rid of Yuki’s belt. The blonde subconsciously held his breath.

Meanwhile Shuichi had finally succeeded in getting his lover’s belt off and threw the unnerving item carelessly on the ground, sucking at Yuki’s pink nipples until they were hard like pebbles. He quickly unbuttoned the author’s jeans and shoved a hand inside. A mischievous grin graced his beautiful face as his lover thrust his hips into his hand.

Still smirking Shuichi grabbed at the throbbing flesh between Eiri’s legs and began to stroke it oh so slowly. It was always a miracle how he could influence his usually calm lover and play on him like on his synthesizer.

“Shuichi...” the blonde moaned seemingly trying sound threatening but it was nothing more or less than a breathless whisper.
That got to the vocalist and he removed the pants and underwear of his lover fully – as best as he could from his position.
When the clothes slid down his legs, Yuki stepped out of them and kicked them recklessly over the white tiles.

As soon as the last barriers between them had disappeared the two clashed their lips back together, as if they were to pieces of one kind that shouldn’t be separated. The pink haired flung his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and clung on him like he was going to drawn.
This time the battle between the two loving tongues was held in Shuichi’s moist cavern, Yuki kissed him with more force.

Closing his eyes Shuichi let his hands roam over his lover’s body, caressing his back, playing with his nipples, fondling his thighs and as if by accident every now and then brushing over his erection.

He tried very hard to hold himself back from thrusting against Yuki’s hips and the moving of the washing machine he sat on made it even more difficult for him.
Then he suddenly felt the author’s lips on his shoulder giving him small love bites and sucking slightly on his skin. Slowly the caresses trailed down his chest and over his stomach.
Yuki’s tongue leisurely circled his navel before he dipped into it. Shuichi gave a loud moan. He knew where this was leading to.

The novelist couldn’t hold back a small grin as he slowly got to his knees so that his head was at the perfect height to stare at his lover’s full length. He placed his hands on either side of the small hips and breathed a ghost of a kiss onto the hot flesh.

Shuichi entwined his fingers into Yuki’s golden strands of hair and tried desperately to pull him closer. The author chuckled.

“Uh, uh. Patience is a virtue, Shu-chan. Looks like I’ve turned the tables, don’t you think?” He blew hot air onto the boy.

“Yuki... please...!”

Yuki made a look of mocked confusion. “Please what?” he then asked pseudo-innocent and gave his lover a torturing lick.

“Yuki!”

The romance novelist grinned. “As amazing as it sounds: I can hear you. You don’t have to yell at me like that, love.”

Shuichi groaned in frustration. Yuki could be such a bitch at times! Especially when they had sex – making love was different, then Yuki would do everything, just to pleasure him – the writer enjoyed nothing more than torturing him.
Someday Yuki would get his payback that was sure, but at this very moment Shuichi could do nothing except digging his unclipped fingernails into his boyfriend’s scalp.

It seemed that the author finally had mercy on his petite lover and took his erection into his mouth. Shuichi gave a rather loud moan and thrust his hips forward; Eiri could barely hold him in place.
He tightened his grip on the singer and began to slowly suck him. Shuichi shuddered and fastened his grip on Yuki’s hair. He cried out loudly as the blonde licked up his whole length, then back down on it, kissing and nipping on it all the time.
Yuki repeated it a few times, then took the tip in again and swirled his tongue around it like a lollipop. He tasted a few salty droplets of pre-cum in his mouth and licked Shuichi’s cock clean of it.
When he felt Shuichi getting lost in the waves of his pleasure he decided he should take things a little forward. Tenderly he kissed the underside of his lover’s length, caressing his nearly hairless testicles, until he finally arrived at Shuichi’s entrance.

Just in time the vocalist’s eyes snapped open and he let out a loud cry of pure pleasure. It always felt amazing when Yuki gave him a good rimming, and now, on top of that furious machine, it was simply... incredible.

Yuki encircled the small opening with his skillful tongue, dipped it inside and curled it upwards. He mentally grinned at his lover’s small cries and gasps. When Shuichi’s hands scraped helplessly at his scalp he began to easily tongue-fuck him.

Shuichi went wild. He couldn’t think anymore, he just felt. He felt the antics Eiri played on him, felt the hot tongue inside of him, felt the frantically vibrating of the washing machine he sat on, felt the immense pleasure that made his inners hot like burning wax.

Eventually Eiri moved his right hand to Shuichi’s face and tapped it against the rosy lips. The singer immediately knew what to do and opened his mouth to take two of the slender digits in. He generously started to suck on them, making them wet.

Yuki briefly closed his eyes and imagined his sex instead of his fingers inside that hot moist cavern...
He mentally shook his head. There was no time for this now! He needed to be inside Shuichi very soon, and Shuichi needed him! It would have to wait until later.

Finally Yuki removed himself from Shuichi, his fingers left those lips and he got up to stand on his feed again. He had to steady himself for a second but then he leaned over Shuichi and placed a quick kiss on his forehead.
Then he brought his fingers up between his lover’s spread thighs and slowly inserted his index finger.

Shuichi closed his eyes and leaned his head against his lover’s broad chest.
“Hmm... more Yuki, please...”

At this the blond novelist smiled. How could he be so calm at such a moment? He didn’t care why that was, he was just happy *that* it was. After what he had done just a few moments ago? His heart warmed at the realization that his little Shu-chan still trusted him. He smiled again.

After a few instants he added another finger and made scissor like movements. When he added a third finger Shuichi seemed to ‘wake up’ and pressed himself against Eiri’s fingers, trying to bury them deeper inside of him.

That was Yuki’s cue. He removed his fingers and spit into his hand to wet his cock at least a little. After all they didn’t have any lube around in this room and now it was too late; they had to do it without.

The blonde brought his member slowly to Shuichi’s bottom not wanting to hurt the boy he entered him carefully. But the pink haired singer didn’t seem to care at all. He again pulled Yuki closer with his legs and forced him full into his passage.

Yuki groaned and shut his eyes at the sudden tightness. Shuichi too let out a small gasp as Yuki suddenly entirely filled him. After the writer made sure Shuichi was comfortable with him he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. The pace wasn’t that quick but the washing machine did its part.

“Yuki!” Shuichi cried out loud and hold the novelist tight, burying his head in the crook of his shoulder. He knew he wouldn’t last very long. It was just all too much: the vibrating, the sound of his lover’s kept back gasps, the sensation of being filled, completed, Yuki’s hands on his hips...
He threw back his head as the novelist quickened his pace. Small droplets of sweat were running down his face, his neck and throat.

Yuki couldn’t get his eyes off of his beautiful lover. His entire throat was exposed, free for kisses and love bites, his eyes were half lidded, dazed with pleasure, and his luscious lips were slightly open, looking so invitingly, just screaming to be ragged with hot demanding kisses...
He couldn’t decide what he should do with Shuichi so he again increased the pace and awaited Shuichi’s reaction.

Which came immediately. A lithe arm tried shakingly to get a hold on Eiri’s neck. Indigo eyes gradually opened themselves and Shuichi turned his head slowly to look into the blonde’s face. Soft rosy lips parted to form a few words.

“I love you, Eiri”

That was the last straw for the otherwise so cold novelist. For the first time in their sex-life Eiri came first and spilled his hot seed deep into his young lover, his name hanging in a low, deep moan from his lips.

“Shuichi!”

Hearing his name being called in such a delicious way and seeing his Eiri’s face in pure bliss, pushed Shuichi over the edge too. When he fell from his peak he screamed his lover’s name and came down to earth, being caught by the desperate arms of the writer.

“EIRI!”

Exhausted the pair slid onto the cool tile floor entwining their limbs together and holding each other. They lay there quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds filling the apartment being their gasps and the rattling of the washing machine.

Strangely, the novelist was the first one to find his voice back.

“Love you too... and I’m... I’m... I’m sorry.”

Shuichi smiled and plastered a quick kiss onto Yuki’s mouth.
“Don’t be. Just promise me that you’ll never ever give me shower bath or soap again!”

“Sure.”

Grinning Shuichi started to place kisses all over his love’s face again. When Eiri finally responded to the fevering caresses it seemed they could start round two.

oooooo

February the 24; 12:39 a.m., Hiro’s apartment

Groaning the red haired man cracked an eye open. His lover was still asleep, her long brown hair covering her feminine face. When sleeping she looked like an angel. At this moment he hated that goddamned telephone. Whoever it was, he was going to kill them for disturbing his peaceful slumber!

“Hello?!” he greeted rather rudely.

‘Hello? Hiro? Is that you? Man, you don’t sound any good, haven’t you slept well?’

Hiroshi let his gaze drift over to the beautiful woman who slightly stirred in her sleep. “Tatsuha no baka...” she mumbled slightly and sleepily hit the pillow. Hiro grinned.

“No my dear Shu-chan, I did sleep quite well. I’ve just gotten to bed really late.”

‘Ooooohhhh! You’re not alone, are you Hiro? Anyway the cause for my calling...’

Hiro briefly looked at his calendar. He knew why his best friend called him today: Yesterday had been Yuki-san’s birthday; the big day of Shu’s revenge. If you judged by his voice it had been a success.

‘...hey, Yuki! Stop that, I’m talking with Hiro!’

The guitarist grinned widely. It had been a fully success as it seemed.

“I think you don’t have to explain. I can imagine how it went. I guess you’re busy ‘entertaining’ your beloved Yuki, huh? In that case you can tell me Monday at work.”

‘Hm? Oh, really, that would be- Eiri! Can’t you wait just one moment? “You better hurry, baka” Okay! –it would certainly be a good idea! By Hiro, ‘till Monday!’

“Bye, Shu! Have fun.”

‘Sure!’

When he finally had put the phone down he rejoined the sleeping beauty in his bed. She didn’t wake, so he took her into his arms and tenderly kissed her forehead.
Brown eyes opened slowly. Hiro smiled down on her.

“Morning” he whispered tenderly.

“Morning” she repeated smiling.

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Owari