Super Drive

FuKouHei: Yes, yes, I’m starting yet another new story. But this one is a one shot PWP. This is my first Gravitation fic and lemon so don’t flame me. I got this idea when I was getting dressed (picking out clothes actually) and Super Drive was playing in the background. Any-who, with further ado (rhyming) I present to you all who dares to read my stories, SUPER DRIVE!

Warnings: Yeah. Weird stuff here folks.
Note: I don’t remember what Eiri’s room looks like, therefore I shall use mine. I also considerably butchered one of the songs because copying and pasting was getting very tedious.

See bottom of fic for a revelation

Shuichi sighed in frustration as he went through his closet. He pulled various articles from the racks to momentarily examine them before he decided he didn’t like it and chucked it backwards. There was quite a pile there already; some of which were Yuki’s clothes. Shuichi began to sing along with ‘Super Drive’ which was coming from the sound system that was next to the closet.
What is egotistical of him to listen to his own music? He had to admit that this was a catchy song, but wasn’t that opinion biased? He did right the lyrics after all and the melody too, Fugisaki just tweaked it some.
“No wanna sell your soul,” Shuichi sang as he finally decided on a shirt. He smiled to himself as he continued to sing. He threw the shirt on the bed; away from the precarious mound on the floor. Poking out his lip he began to viciously go the racks of clothing.
Where are those blasted pants? I saw them yesterday, Shuichi thought as he began to grow agitated.
It was simply adorable.
Finally fed up with his lack of pants, Shuichi just began ripping all the clothes within reach off their hangers and tossing without a second thought behind him. Clothes went flying by every which way some going into the pile, some going over furniture, and one even landed on Shuichi’s head.
That made him turn read with frustration.
He growled as he pulled the offending garment off to realize it was the pants he was searching for.
“Peachy,” Shuichi said. He turned around to get his shirt when he saw the huge mess behind. It looked like a nuclear bomb went off. (And if Yuki saw this mess there’d be another ‘explosion’) “Peachy, just peachy.”

Shuichi smiled at himself in the mirror. He was finally ready.
He wore a tight short sleeve button up purple shirt with an even tighter white tank underneath it. He adorned a sexy pair of tight black leather pants with a skull on the left back pocket.(1) Keeping the pants up, which was unnecessary considering the tightness of the pants, were two small belts, one pink and the other purple. Hooked to said belts were three small chains that dangled around Shuichi’s hips and butt.
As an after thought Shuichi unbuttoned his top shirt to reveal the white tank with the word “YUKI” on it.
Shuichi’s smile got bigger as he skipped out the door and headed for the NG building.

Hiro and Suguru were setting up for practice when Shuichi burst in; the hyper just radiating off of him.
“HALLLLLLLOOOOOOOO!” Shuichi greeted happily; his arms outstretched as if waiting to be glomped by someone.
“You’re late,” Suguru stated flatly as he pulled out his keyboard. “We have a show tonight and you show up late for practice.”
“Relax,” Hiro said, waving his hand at Fugisaki. “I’m sure Shuichi has a good reason why he’s late, right Shuichi?”
“Uh…” Shuichi stammered.
“Really?” Fugisaki asked; sounding very skeptical. “What reason is that?”
Shuichi tapped his index fingers together in front of his mouth as he sucked nervously on his lower lip.
“I couldn’t find my pants.”
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After that….interesting moment, things began to settle down. They began going through there songs and picking which ones they were going to do. They’d already decided on ‘Glaring Dream’ as the ending song. (2) It would be a nice way to end the concert (not counting an encore). It would relax the audience and even more important than that it would calm Shuichi. Most of the other songs were so hyper and bouncy and Hiro knew that if Shuichi went home like that Yuki would murder him.
“So we’ve decided on ‘Blind Game Again’ to start things up,” Suguru said as he put the sheet music and lyrics for it aside so it wouldn’t get caught with the rejects.
“I wanna do ‘No Style’ after that,” Hiro said as he fished around for the song. “I love that song.”
“‘Welcome to My Romance would be good for third. It’s a good transition from ‘No Style’ and ‘Glaring Dream’.”
“Yeah,” Hiro nodded as he pulled those lyrics out too. “Oh, but we have to do ‘The Rage Beat’. It was our first song after all.”
“We could do that for the encore,” Suguru offered as he looked through ‘The Rage Beat’ music. “Kind of end things with the beginnings, huh?”(3)
“No.”
Hiro and Fugisaki turned to Shuichi, who had been quiet that entire time. (A/N: O.o Gasp.)
“What?” Hiro asked; a bit confused.
“I don’t want to do ‘The Rage Beat’ for an encore. I want to do ‘Super Drive’.”
“Why?” Suguru questioned. “‘The Rage Beat’ is a much better encore song.”
“Because,” Shuichi pouted. “I want to. The songs are 51% mine.”
“51%?” Hiro was confused.
“It’s the magic number,” Shuichi smiled. “If you have 51 of 100 you officially hold the monopoly.(4) Hiro has 25% NG has 24% and I gave you one.”
“Why one!?” Fugisaki was not happy.
“I don’t know. There just numbers, Fugisa.(5) I just so happen to have more of them than you.”
“Whatever,” Suguru growled. “We’ll do ‘Super Drive’ for the encore.”

Shuichi peeked his head carefully out from behind the curtain as he stared out into the audience. It was much bigger than what it used to be when they first started out.
“Oowahh…” Shuichi said in awe.
Hiro came from behind and grabbed Shuichi away from the curtains as the little pink haired man threatened to go chibi.
“Whoa,” Hiro said as Shuichi went chibi and began to thrash around in delight.
“Did you see the size of the audience!? It was huge! I think I saw Yuki in the audience! I didn’t think he’d come! He told me: “I’d rather date that K guy than go to another one of your concerts.” ” Shuichi went un-chibi(6) as he said that last part; imitating Yuki’s voice perfectly.
“Yeah, whatever,” Hiro said, putting Shuichi down. “Just don’t go bouncing through the curtain.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that Hiro!” Shuichi said trying to hold back his shouts of joy. “I’m so happy!”
Hiro shook his head at his friend’s childish antics as a stage crew member came over.
“Bad Luck, two minutes till curtain time,” the man said looking over his clipboard while adjusting his headset microphone.
“Two minutes! Two minutes, yea!” Shuichi cheered quietly and began floating around back stage. “Two minutes…..”
They assumed their opening positions as they heard the announcer outside introduce them. The curtains rose and the audience cheered as Bad Luck came into view.
Shuichi was wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier but he made a few changes. The chains and such were still there but instead of his white ‘YUKI’ shirt he had on an extremely tight mid-drift shirt with ‘YUKI’ written in white letters.
Hiro and Suguru began to play the loud and very excited music as Shuichi began to lightly bounce to the beat.

Blind Game again kanari kireteru Doll
itsuma demo kawaranai yoru o buchikowase

Shuichi began to sing with pure energy as he moved completely with the music, like nothing else but the smooth melodies existed.

zawameku kaze ni meguru raito(light) ga
oto o tatete kioku tobasu kitto shiranu hazumonai yuwaku
kokoro o midasu kimi no beis ja nani mo nokosezu yoru ga akeru
mada mienu shuuchaku wa genkaku

Shuichi threw his head back; his soft pink tresses fall in front of his half lidded eyes as he reached for the audience then suddenly pulled back as if he’d been burned.

Don\'t Let me Down itsumo kobiteru dake
Cry for the sun nani mo mie yashinai
jibun no naka de dare ga sakebu ?

The pink haired singer briefly went down to his knees and rolled his hips forward as he sensually brought himself up; his face dusted a beautiful mix of red and pink.
It was a perfect compliment for his hair and attire.

Yuki looked on from his spot in the back of the mass audience as he watched his little lover perform.
He was truly amazing, Yuki admitted. He’d gone through so much just for the sake of the cold novelist and no matter how many times he was pushed away, Shuichi just kept coming back.
Such a beautiful creature.
He was perfect in everyway. His body, his eyes, his hair, his voice was a little annoying and grating at times but nevertheless perfect.
Yuki loved the boy, he knew, more than he would like to admit. He hardly ever told the boy however; it was usually after a sweaty make-out session.
He never really took the time to listen to Shuichi’s music. He’d heard little snippets of songs when Shuichi was practicing but other than that he wasn’t interested in what the pink haired lover did on stage.
However, there was one song he heard from beginning to end, minus ‘The Rage Beat’. Yuki had stumbled upon Shuichi singing ‘Welcome to My Romance’ one evening and had found the song very tantalizing. He could hear Shuichi’s purrs and moans and muffled gasps as he sang the heavily erotic song.
Yuki figured he was either jacking off or dirty dancing in front of the mirror while he was singing it. He had refused to peek into the room, however. He was smart enough to know that looking in would not make his current southern predicament any better.
Yuki smiled as the song finished and Shuichi lapped his tongue out at the audience in a very provocative way. A pleasant shiver ran up the novelist spine as he made eye contact with the sweating man on stage.
So beautiful.

The rest of the concert went by smoothly. Yuki didn’t mind the concert to much until to his surprise they performed ‘Welcome to My Romance’. That had left Yuki all hot and bothered (like the rest of the audience) and the horny novelist had nowhere to go in the mass crowd. (Shuichi and Hiro had done a little dirty dance with each other on stage. O.o yummy.)
Damn it all to Hell.
What surprised Yuki (and the audience) was that ‘Welcome to My Romance’ wasn’t the most stimulating song they performed.
After the audience demanded an encore Hiro struck up for ‘Super Drive’.
Yuki had know idea how in the name of all that was sacred that Shuichi could turn such a clean song like ‘Super Drive’ into something worse than ‘Welcome to My Romance’.
The audience didn’t mind, they loved it.
Shuichi and bowed as the audience erupted into the over cliché thunderous applause. Hiro struck a few cords and waved to the crowd while Fugisaki simply smiled at the audience.

Yuki offered to take Shuichi home after the concert. Shuichi was, needless to say, very surprised. Yuki usually left before Shuichi was off stage when he went to his concerts. (this happened rarely, of course)
Shuichi smiled as he switched on the radio in Yuki’s car. To the pink haired boys surprise ‘Super Drive’ began to play. He smiled happily and began to sing a little duet with the radio.
Yuki was slightly turned on. He recalled the earlier display of Shuichi dancing erotically on the stage for half of Japan to see….okay maybe not half, but enough of the half. Somehow during the dance Shuichi had managed to unbuttoned his pants without his blond lover noticing. Yuki glanced over briefly and noticed that said clothing was still unfastened; revealing Shuichi’s seemingly lack of underwear.
The flustered novelist licked his suddenly dry lips. All the blood in his body seemed seem to rush to his face and his crotch as the pick haired one neck to him unknowingly flustered his body with his seductive voice.
By the chorus Yuki couldn’t it anymore. He pulled the car over sharply to the side of the road and shocked Shuichi out of his song. Yuki reached over Shuichi’s lap and pulled a lever next to the chair; causing the small one to yelp as his chair fell back.
Shuichi made more surprised noises that sounded like strained whimpers as Yuki hopped over some of his car controls and straddled Shuichi’s leather clad waist.
“Y-yuki? What are y-you doing?” Shuichi stammered as Yuki’s evident arousal brushed over Shuichi’s hidden appendage; causing the singer to gasp and involuntarily buck his hips.
“Shut up,” Yuki barely managed to say he rolled his hips over Shuichi, causing both to toss their heads back and moan at the delicious friction.
“Oh god…..Yuki……” Shuichi moaned as he turned his head to the side.
Yuki ignored the pink haired boy as set to work on ridding his quivering lover of his shirts. The first shirt lid easily from Shuichi’s slender shoulders and he shivered at the goose bumps that rose on his arms as the thin fabric moved lightly over his fevered skin.
Shuichi’s body was on fire with building passion as Yuki fingered the well sewn letter on his shirt. Slowly and seductively, Yuki stared Shuichi directly in the eyes as he slid his hands under the soft material of the clinging garment. He made quick work of the shirt before tossing it aside like the other to land somewhere in the car.
Shuichi arched up from the seat and cried out as Yuki’s long; pink tongue made contact with an equally pink nipple. The novelist smirked as he felt his small lover run his slender fingers through his golden locks as he continued to pleasure and stimulate the taunt little nub of flesh.
“Ah, Yuki….” Shuichi moaned louder, fisting his hands in Yuki’s hair as the tender flesh was teasingly nipped at. “Ah!”
Yuki slowly blew on the erect nipple before moving on the previously neglected nub and took it into his warm cavernous mouth as well. He swirled his tongue around the pink little nipple and gently sucked on it; lightly grazing it with his teeth.
Shuichi’s moans and gasps grew ever so louder as he rubbed Yuki’s scalp to urge him on; earning a moan from the naughty novelist.
Yuki blew on the fully erect nipple before blowing on it and kissing it good-bye before he moved between both peaking nubs and trailed his tongue slowly down Shuichi’s chest and torso till he reached the boy’s navel. He dipped his tongue into the small crevice and his small lover arched up underneath him.
“Ah..ah…..” moaned Shuichi as the pressure on his arousal grew. The leather pants were tight enough as it was. The painfully growing arousal underneath the tight material just made things worst for the singer.
“Oh go, Yuki….please!” The horny singer pleaded as the cruel torture continued.
Yuki smirked.
“Who am I to deny you?” He smiled slyly as he pulled the zipper down. He pulled the pants down fully then his eyes widened at what he saw.
“You’re wearing a thong!?”
Shuichi blushed and turned his head away from Yuki as the older man began to trace the thin material of the undergarment.
“Yes…” Shuichi answered meekly.
“Kinky.”
Shuichi was surprised by what he heard. Did Yuki say kinky? Did Yuki just call him kinky?
Forgetting all about the ‘thong incident’, Shuichi reached up and began to unbutton Yuki’s shirt, who was still fully dressed. The shirt was removed without any difficultly and with a flick of his wrist the button of Yuki’s casual jeans was undone.
Yuki leaned down and pressed his lips to Shuichi’s for the first kiss of this little ‘endeavor’. Shuichi smiled into the kiss and pulled the down the zipper slowly; Yuki’s moaning into the other boy’s mouth as he felt the zipper move slowly near his swollen appendage.
Yuki nipped at Shuichi’s lower lip and the singer happily opened his mouth for the novelist’s tongue. Yuki explored every crevice and dip in the warm mouth of his lover. His taste was sweet and sensual and all to arousing. The taste was unique and mesmerizing as he brushed his wandering tongue over Shuichi’s. The small muscle seemed to come alive at the feather light touch and began to duel with the slightly larger one.
They quickly broke away for air and began panting; the air in the car that much hotter. Their bodies were covered in the thin layer of sweat as their warm bodies pressed together; making each other even hotter. Sometime during the ‘tongue war’ Yuki’s pants had managed to be stripped from his legs without the older man even noticing.
Yuki’s hands traveled lower as he hooked his thumbs on the side of the smaller thong and in one swift motion it was gone.
Shuichi shivered at the sudden coolness but it didn’t last long. So he was warmed by the abnormally hot temperature of the car.
Shuichi looked at Yuki with half lidded eyes and tugged at the writer’s boxers; signally that he wanted them off.
Yuki gasped quietly as the small singer pulled the soft material of his boxers down from his waist to join the rest of their clothes scattered around in the vehicle. He sat up and drank in the appearance of his small lover, who was panting underneath him from the unreleased passion he was feeling.
“So beautiful,” Yuki whispered with appraisal as he brushed some hair away that had matted itself on the smaller one’s sweat drenched brow.
Shuichi blushed as his blond lover ravished his body with his heated passion filled gaze as deliciously naughty thoughts filled his head; all of which to pleasure the pink haired one who was currently at his mercy.
Yuki began to move southward as Shuichi starred at him with his desire fogged violet eyes.
What beautiful eyes he had.
Without any further delay, Yuki grabbed the pulsing member in his hands and roughly began to pump it until little droplets of pre-cum began to form at the tip.
Shuichi tossed his head from side to side as Yuki pleasured his straining erection. Shuichi gasped and bucked into his lover’s mouth as the devious blond began to hum; sending the vibrations up his shaft. He whimpered as the contact was lost and the novelist began to lap at the warm; pale thighs. He nipped gently at the flesh and swirled his tongue along the flesh; slowing going up and passed the area that yearned for the feel of the smooth; wet organ.
Shuichi groaned and fisted his hands against the plushy seats as Yuki began to tease him relentlessly. Yuki’s skilled mouth and tongue ran all over the boy’s fevered body and everywhere but where the delicious feeling was wanted.
Without warning, Yuki took Shuichi completely in his mouth and began to suck on the pulsating organ. Shuichi arched up and cried out from the sudden warmth around his cock as he lover began to suck and nipped at his sensitive area. The blond licked at the smooth appendage as he massaged the swollen sacs with his nimble fingers.
All the time he spent typing away at his computer paid off when it came to sex…..at least when he fingers were involved. Some nights Yuki was surprised when Shuichi’s, as he called it, masochistic side came out and his lover wanted penetration without preparation. The shear passion and sound of Shuichi’s moans and screams when his lover would take him painfully; pounding quickly and roughly into his entrance was enough to drive even the most controlled man wild.
Shuichi moaned and thrashed about as Yuki bobbed his head up and down on his burning arousal; giving him insurmountable pleasure.
“Oh…god….Yuki I’m go to….” Shuichi cried out his release as he emptied himself into the awaiting mouth of his lover, who swallowed most of the salty secretion.
Shuichi quivered slightly as he rode out the last of his orgasm. His breath hitched in his throat as one semen coat finger found his way into his tight opening. Said finger began probing around inside the pink haired man; looking for something. White flashed behind Shuichi’s lids and he cried out as the finger brushed against a sensitive bundle of nerves.
Shuichi’s body racked with pleasure as the slender digit slowly pulled out than reentered with a slightly faster pace. Shuichi turned his head to the side as he moaned almost painfully for Yuki to hurry.
Another finger was added to the first and they began to scissor the still tight opening. Shuichi’s moans grew louder and longer as the third and final finger was pushed slowly inside of him. The fingers slowing were pushed in and out of his anal entrance.
Yuki turned his lover around on his tummy, who whimpered as the digits withdrew; only to be replaced by something much larger and more pleasing.
Yuki thrust slowly into the tight passage of his pink haired lover until he was buried in at the hilt. It was funny how it didn’t matter how many times Yuki penetrated his lover and he was still as tight as the first time; like a virgin.
Shuichi moaned as his lover’s larger shaft entered him painless from behind. He pushed back on his heels until he was on his hands and knees. He cried out and moaned as the blond behind him slammed into roughly, his pace quickened as he was being thoroughly excited by the sharp sound of slapping flesh.
Moans and pants when torn from the pink haired boy’s throat as the blond’s speed continued to pick up. He cried out sharply as his lover thrust right into his sensitive prostate; sending wave after wave of indescribable pleasure through his body as he slammed into the spot with every well place thrust.
Shuichi emitted a sound that was a half moan half cry as he released hard into his lover’s hand which had been very busy pumping the resurrected arousal. Shuichi, so consumed by passion, hadn’t even noticed.
Yuki continued to thrust into his lover relentlessly as the inner walls clamped down around him; causing more and more pleasure to build up. He let out a low grunt and released his warm seed inside his lover’s body.
Shuichi’s hand reached out for the window as he and his lover sunk down onto the seat; leaving a streak on the thoroughly fogged up windows.
Yuki’s car was a mess but he didn’t seem to care as he pulled his lover into the back seat with him as they snuggled up together in the back of the dirtied car; falling asleep almost instantly; ‘Super Drive’ still playing on the radio.

Ah, now that was truly was a super drive.

~Owari~

FuKouHei: So…whaddya think? Reviewers are godsends.

(1) I had to resist to put ‘butt pocket’
(2) That’s funny ‘cos it the shows ending song
(3) You should get that right? Ending with their first song…whatever
(4) I got that straight from Yu-Gi-Oh
(5) They called him that in Episode 3. It’s like a nickname
(6) I couldn’t think of a decent word or phrase so I pulled this one out of my ass. (pardon my French.

FuKouHei: Oh, and before I forget, the revelation! Please don’t call me slow or stupid if you already know this, but I think NG Studios stands for ‘Nittle Grasper’. It makes since, right? Touma was in Nittle Grasper and when he got his music studio thing he gave it their old band initials! I’m so smart. (or stupid)

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