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Finally, I write a Gravi.
Took me long enough. Strangely enough it�s not a YukiXShu, or even a TatsuxRyu
(or RyuxTatsu *snicker*) or a YukixTatsu (come on guys�you KNOW they can either
top or bottom, depends on who�s horniest)

I�m sort of having back
problems myself, so this is sort of an I-wish-someone-would-do-that-for-me kind
of fic.

For all you SasuNaru fans keeping an eye out for
me, here�s a little something to chew (or suck *smiles innocently*) on while I
ponder the mystery that is leather-wearing Naruto and demon-belabored horny-ass
Sasuke in a gay bar.

Disclaimer: Gravitation is not mine, otherwise, it
would be bumped up from boy�s love into
XXX-keep-children,-elderly-people,-and-people-with-heart-problems-away, believe
me.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Back
Problems

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The lone blond steepled
his fingers and looked thoughtfully over them. His long-time friend and
ex-lover, Seguchi Touma, met his gaze levelly, absently playing with a
gold-plated pen.

�Are you sure about this?
The band can�t afford to miss out on two days of practice. The autumn concert��

�Is
two months away.� Slender fingers brushed a lock of hair away from the
immaculate oval face, coming to rest against pale pink lips as he was bestowed
with a sweet smile. �They�ve been practicing both morning and afternoon for the
past two months. I think they�d welcome a little breather.�

K raised an eyebrow.
�What about the new album? Half the songs aren�t even written yet.�

�As always. But it�s not
scheduled to be released until the summer of next year, and I�m sure Shuichi
will write like a storm under gunpoint, which was what you were planning to do
anyway. One weekend isn�t going to make much difference.�

The American sighed and
closed his eyes. �Why do I have the feeling you have an ulterior motive?�

��Naturally.� The smaller blond flashed him another
smile, this one feared by businessmen everywhere. It meant that the
multi-talented head of NG productions had made another killing, and the victim
hadn�t even realized it. �Yuki�s entitled to a vacation after his new book.
I�ve booked a suite in a hotel in Paris.�

�I see.� So the truth
comes out� �Well��

"I�m sure Ryuichi
will be delighted to see Tatsuha."

�Ah.� And saying no
would be like kicking a puppy in the face, he thought, completing the
sentence.

"This is beneficial
to you too.� The pianist leaned his elbows on the table and set his chin on his
laced fingertips, still sporting a deceptively angelic look. �A perfect
opportunity to get closer to�your quarry.�

The eyebrow arched dangerously.
�And what would you know about that?�

�I have my sources. I
suppose you already have a plan laid out, and simply lack the proper timing to
put it into action.�

The hint dangled
enticingly in front of him and he took it. �Am I to assume that this is your
leverage for making me agree to this �mini-holiday�?�

Touma could almost taste
his victory. �You are Bad Luck�s manager.�

�Fine.� The other leaned
back against the pliant leather of his chair, wishing he had a gun so he
wouldn�t feel so�dominated. �I acquiesce to your demands.�

His opponent purred in
satisfaction and took a moment to enjoy his triumph, small as it was. �I
wouldn�t say �demand�. It�s more of a�mutually-beneficent request worded in an
incontestable way.�

K rolled his eyes.
�Though I do fail to see why you require Bad Luck to have the weekend off as
well.�

�So Shuichi can be free,
of course.� The blond scoffed and stood up to leave. His hand was already on
the doorknob when another question came at him, all the more remarkable because
it was reluctantly voiced by someone who had previously believed that
reluctance was something that happened to other people.

�Does Shuichi know
about�you and Yuki?�

�He should.� The blond
paused for effect, and then smiled wolfishly over his shoulder. The dangerously
alluring gleam in his eyes was something that K would never forget. �He is,
after all, the uke in the relationship.�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

�Hiro!�

Glomp.

Willing away the stars
that had blossomed across his vision, the guitarist tried, unsuccessfully, to
pry the pink-haired limpet from his waist. �Shuichi��

The pale face made the
hyper genki chibi turn back to his normal self, and he let go of his friend
hurriedly. �Gods, I�m sorry! Are you alright, Hiro? Is your back still
hurting?�

�I�m fine, I�m fine.� The
redhead mumbled, rubbing his back out of reflex. Not that the throbbing pain
would be decent enough to leave.

�I said I�d help you
move, and you said no! You were trying to be Mister Macho again, weren�t you?
It�s because you never listen to me!� Shuichi scolded. He reached around the
trim body to help, but Hiro�s hands caught his before he could.

�It�s fine.� He repeated,
bringing the small hands back around. �I don�t need any help.�

Wrong thing to say.

The boy�s lip wobbled
dangerously at the thought of not being needed, and the redhead�s mind raced
desperately.

�I mean�um, some aspirin
should do the trick.� Some five, six bottles of it. �Do you know where I
can get any?�

�Sure!� The bubbly singer
said, happy to be of help. �K has some in his office. Those new flavored ones.�

He raised an eyebrow,
unwittingly copying the expression of a certain someone. �That guy has an
office?�

�Mhmm. Fifth floor,
straight down the hall to your left, then turn right at the picture of us
looking really cool in black and red, and then it�s the door with a little
bullet hole in the frame.�

�I see.�

�Wasn�t it nice of him to
give us the weekend off?� his friend chirped. �I was afraid I wouldn�t be able
to go on the trip with Yuki and Seguchi.�

He nodded absently mindedly,
trying to remember the rapidly said directions. Fifth floor left, then
right, then�wait a minute�

�What trip?�

�Oh, we�re going to
Paris! I get to see the Eiffel Tower and eat France-type food.� Shuichi was
bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, eyes gleaming in excitement. As
always, when he got excited, his voice seemed to take on the speed of a fighter
jet. �There�re so many things I want to see, and I�ve been brushing up on my
French too, but I can only say �Hello�, �Goodnight� and �I have fallen into the
snail�s tea�, or at least that�s what Seguchi said I said, but at least
I�m trying, and now I actually get to go, and it�ll be so much fun, don�t you
think so, Hiro?�

�Um�� He replayed the
message, putting spaces and periods in when needed and he came up with� �Wait�Seguchi?�

�Mhmm, wasn�t it mean of
him to say those things about my French? I mean, I�m only a beginner, but at
least I can say that much, right?�

�Seguchi Touma? The
Seguchi Touma?�

The singer wound down a
little and he cocked his head curiously. �Yeah. Why, you know another Seguchi,
Hiro? Are you going to introduce me?�

I�m dreaming.

Before he could open his
mouth to say �Doesn�t he hate you?�, the once-more super chibi checked his
watch and yelped. He whooshed past his friend to the door, shouting back at
him. �If I�m late for the flight, they�ll hate me! I�ll see you Monday, ok,
Hiro? Bye!�

His ignored back gave a
twinge and he blinked, brought back into reality. He wandered to the elevator,
absently going over the instructions, but he couldn�t get his mind to let go of
the sudden image it held.

Seguchi-san is
going out with Yuki and Shuichi?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

There was a bullet
hole in the doorframe, right next to the knob. He was entertained by the
thought of the gun-crazy blond shooting the lock off his own office door. He
stifled a chuckle behind his hand as he knocked.

�Come in.� The
�gun-crazy� blond looked up as he entered and he turned the sudden laugh into a
cough.

�Hiro-kun.� K said,
unaware of his impertinent thoughts. �To what do I owe this pleasure?�

The redhead sauntered
forward and leaned his palms against the desktop. �I heard you were hoarding
some much-needed medicine.�

Blue eyes turned a little
darker, unnoticed. �Am I? What medicine would this be?�

�Flavored aspirin.�

�I have been found out.
Who told you of this?�

Hiro moved to sit on the
desk, one foot still on the carpet. �A little singer bird told me.�

�I see.� The manager
tapped a finger against his lips. �Very well. Top shelf, to the left of the books.�

He nodded his thanks and
hopped off, feeling K�s eyes burn into his back. He�d noticed the blond giving
him strange looks, and whenever they touched, he would always linger for longer
than necessary. He didn�t mind and was actually quite a bit flattered, but he was
with Ayaka, so�

Although�Ayaka was a
wonderful girlfriend, more understanding than most, laughed at his jokes, put
up with Shuichi calling him at all hours, things that would drive other girls
crazy, and he appreciated that immensely but she was a good, proper girl with
strict parents and�well�his sex life had gone from vigorously active to
non-existent. So it wasn�t his fault that he was now standing in his manager�s
office with a hard-on barely hidden by his shirt. He was starting to think that
coming for the aspirin was a bad idea.

Who knew bookcases could
be so high? He stood on his tiptoes and stretched upwards. Big mistake.

He was caught by strong
arms, and a well-built body pressed him against the bookcase so he wouldn�t
drag them both down.

�Are you alright?�

He turned and came
nose-to-chest with the formidable K. �Y-yeah.� He stammered, breathing hard,
and not just because of his unruly back.

He felt the body stiffen,
and his savior pulled back to look at him. �Are you sure? You look a little
pale.�

�I�m okay. My back
just�hurts a little.�

�Hmm.�

He bit his lip, expecting
to be released any moment, but instead he was pressed back against the
bookcase, a hand at the small of his back where he was pressed against the
wood. The blond smelled like clean laundry, a bit of lavender that, curiously
enough, went along with the spicy, woodsy scent that must be his cologne. He
unconsciously shifted closer, pressing his nose deeper into the shirt.

He nearly whined when K
pulled back, holding the aspirin. He was treated to a strange gaze and he
transferred his gaze to the box. �That it?�

The blond nodded and
popped one out. He held out his hand and put it in his mouth, sucking on it
warily. It was grape. He hated grape.

�I want another one.� He
demanded. �Apple.�

He got a raised brow, but
he ignored it in favor of the green pill now in the blond�s fingers.
Unthinkingly, he opened his mouth. After a long moment, the American rested the
pill against his lips. His mouth immediately closed over it, sucking the pill
free from the warm digits. Before he knew what he was doing, he had already
licked the fingertips, trying to get at the last of the lingering, slightly
sour but mostly sweet taste.

Curse you, my
over-active and unsatisfied libido.

He looked up and
connected with electric blue. The fingers were pulled out of his mouth with a
wet sucking sound.

And were replaced by
warm, pliant lips and a tongue that licked over his still-open mouth before
slipping inside. His hand clenching on the blond�s chest was the only struggle
he put up before his arms clasped around the pale neck. He felt himself pulled
away from the bookcase, but he wasn�t really thinking about it. K�s tongue was
exploring the inside of his mouth, brushing against the underside of his own
tongue as he coaxed it out and into his own mouth so Hiro could do the same.
There was a moan, but he wasn�t sure who made it, because both their hands were
roaming and he felt a breeze against his lower back, so obviously the blond had
pulled his shirt up, so he should return the favor�

He was a good
kisser. He had the redhead throbbing in need in no time, and it was like he
wasn�t even in a sweat. He pulled away from the enticing mouth and the
guitarist scowled and tried to pull him back. He kissed him again and again,
each kiss growing shorter and shorter until he was barely brushing against the
open mouth and then his partner wasn�t complaining anymore and he made his way
to kiss and lick at the sensitive neck. He growled when the calloused fingers dug
into his back and he bit into the muscle at the junction of neck and shoulder
in retaliation, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make a point.
He got scratched lightly over his stomach. He shuddered and left the mark he
was making to capture the reddened lips again.

The redhead was eager and
all for it. Maybe it was in the way he clawed at his hips and the front of his
jeans. It was an unbelievable turn-on.

�You wildcat��

Hiro mewled softly when
he tore his mouth away enough to talk, and he pressed his lips back to the
blond�s, sucking on his tongue forcefully. The sexually belabored American had
just enough presence of mind to accomplish his objective before he moaned and
gave in. The boy found himself pulled hard against the muscular body, large
hands in his back pockets to cup his ass. So what?, his mind said, all
the easier to get at his mouth. There was an insistent pressure against his
stomach, something hot and hard and really, really big. He growled possessively
against the blond�s mouth and his hand slowly made its way down so he could
feel it against his palm.

No, not yet.

K pulled away, putting
some distance between them. The redhead frowned and tugged at his waist. He
shook his head and untangled himself from the limbs. The frown deepened.

He smiled a little and found enough breath to say,
�You have a mouth, Hiro-kun. Use it.�

�Gladly.�

The lithe guitarist bore
him down onto the couch, which he didn�t know was behind him, but then that
suddenly didn�t matter when he felt the hot mouth on his stomach. Lust-darkened
eyes looked up at him as a disconcertingly cat-like tongue licked at the red
marks left behind from earlier. He could lose himself in those eyes if he
wasn�t careful. He found his hand in long, soft crimson hair without his
permission. �Hiro-kun�stop��

He had unleashed a sexual
animal, and it didn�t care to be put back into its cage.

�You weren�t saying stop
earlier.� He murmured against the hot skin, favoring it with another long lick
from the navel to just under the ribcage. �You taste good.�

Somehow, his slacks were
wrestled down to his ankles, as were his boxers, and then �Hiro-kun� was on
more dangerous and more delicious ground. The cat-like tongue was swiping over
sensitive skin as hot breath washed over the already pearling head of his
member. Those hypnotic eyes were still on his when the redhead, his lover, took
him into his mouth, and then they closed in obvious pleasure. The blond bit his
lip and tried hard not to cry out. He was supposed to be the forward
one, not the one whimpering and clutching at silky hair, trying not to cum
instantly into the welcoming mouth moving seductively over his most sensitive
part.

He wouldn�t close his
eyes. He wouldn�t deny himself the satisfaction of seeing the exotic beauty
that was Bad Luck�s guitarist, kneeling between his spread legs, mouth clasped
tightly over his cock, cheeks slightly caving as he sucked, and the sounds
coming from his throat as his tongue swirled over the head to taste his
essence. He wanted to control this beauty, to dominate, to own, to take with
force until he was branded inside and out with his mark. He wanted Hiro,
all of him. The hands gripping red locks started moving, starting slow then
gradually getting faster, in time to his hips thrusting harder into the
intoxicating mouth, and his lover let him do it, hands fisting on his shirt,
eyes still closed. He slid in deeper and deeper, belatedly realizing that the
redhead had relaxed his throat enough to let him in fully. This thought, and
the small, humming noise when he had pushed himself in to the hilt, were the
end of him. He came with a muffled shout, a shout that sounded like Hiro�s
name.

He slid bonelessly down
next to the teen, and caught his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. He could taste
himself in the redhead�s mouth, and started sucking on his tongue, trying to
get more the taste. He was gently pushed back by a hand on his chest, and he
mindlessly obeyed, laying back against the side of the couch, head lolling back
on his shoulders.

�You liked it?� purred
the self-assured voice beside him.

All he could manage was a
tired �Hmm��

Hiro chuckled softly.
�And to think I came here just for aspirin.�

�Hmm��

�You ok?�

�Hmm��

He chuckled again. He was
so high on sexual desire and power that he couldn�t be blamed for what he said
next. �Care to do me?�

It was like a light came
on behind K�s tired eyes, and it was evil. Before he could stop him, the blond
had slipped down even further, planting his open mouth right over his
straining, cloth-covered erection. He could feel the heat of his mouth even
through the denim and he bucked involuntarily when the blond licked over him.
He groaned in desire as K began to suck.

His fingers dug into the
leather of the couch as he tried to keep his composure. He�d be lying to himself
if he said he didn�t want this to happen. He�d been waiting so long for
this to happen. He felt the fingers against the zipper and buttons, and then
his jeans were worked down over his ass, and he heard a murmur of smug
satisfaction when the blond found out he wasn�t wearing anything underneath.
Nails dug deep enough into his rear so he would feel it long after this was
over. He was pulled into the warm cavern without hesitation and he bit back a
moan. The sensual image of their cool, composed manager writhing had almost
made him want to explode right then and there, but this�this felt too good�

K drew back and ran his
tongue over the aching organ before taking it back into his mouth along with
two of his fingers. He pulled them out again after they were covered with
pre-cum and saliva, and drew them in little circles over Hiro�s entrance. The
teen pushed back against his hand, and he slid one finger in. He heard the
resulting moan and grinned smugly, still sucking. He slid in the second finger
in after a while, and was rewarded by his name being moaned in the deepest,
throatiest, sexiest voice he had ever heard. Just the sound of it made him grow
hard again.

The redhead was moving
wantonly now, fucking his mouth just like he had done. He reached around to
grab the blond�s hand by the wrist and held it still, speeding up so he was now
fucking both K�s mouth and himself And when he shifted and accidentally slammed
the fingers into his prostate, he lost it, pulling out involuntarily and
spilling all over the blond�s face.

He stifled another moan
as he pulled the fingers out of him and sat back on the broad chest. He caught sight of K�s pouting, cum-covered
face and stomped down on the urge to snicker.

He slid down further so
he could lick over the blond�s cheek. �Sorry.�

A finger pushed a glob of
cum into the open mouth and K sucked it clean, eyes on Hiro�s flushed face. �Do
I look like I mind?�

�No.� he pushed back a
little more and his smirk grew as he felt the hard length against his ass.
�You�re hard again.�

�Mhmm.�

�Anything I can do about
it?� The insatiable redhead smiled sexily and pushed against it.

�Not this time.�

�Aww�pity.�

The blond chuckled. He
knew Hiro would need time to think over what had just happened, and he could
feel the gratefulness in the kiss pressed to his jaw before a tongue swiped
over his chin.

�What are you doing?�

�Trying to get you
clean.� The tongue traveled from his chin up to his temple.

�Wildcat.�

�The other you isn�t
complaining.� He said pointedly, glancing over his shoulder at the proud
erection.

�It�s as greedy as you
are. It�s up to me to tame the both of you.�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hiro was still chuckling
as he closed the door.

It had been an
interesting day for him, and he�d forgotten all about his back and the
strangeness that was Seguchi and Shuichi together. All in all, it had been a
good day, but it was time to get back to reality.

He heard a rustle and he
stopped. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper. It was
slightly crumpled, and no wonder. He blushed a bit as he opened it, not
lingering on the reason why it was crumpled. He could barely make out
the seal that was present on every piece of individualized stationary that K
had.

It was written in the
blond�s neat script and it said:

The Four Orchids Hotel

Recreational Floor

Tomorrow, 2:00 pm

Bring a towel and some extra clothes.

He smiled and pushed it
back into his pocket. Reality could wait.
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