iPod Induced Lust
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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,878
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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iPod Induced Lust
Title: iPod Induced Lust
Author: Reyn
Rating: R/NC-17 somewhere around there.
Pairing: (because my beta insists on me stating the obvious) Yuki/Shuichi
Disclaimer: While I may own Gravitation cards, dvds, manga, doujinshi, etc. I don’t own the actual rights, meaning no money for me T-T
Warnings: smut…Shuichi…(yes, I believe Shuichi deserves a fair warning)
Author’s Note: This little doozy was inspired by Key to My Heart by JadeHeart. There’s really no connection between her story and mine, but I recommend you go and read it anyways if you haven’t already done so.
iPod Induced Lust
The Sales Associate smiled as she spotted the handsome blond walking through the doors. Though his sunglasses hid his eyes, she was positive he was foreign.
Excellent! This meant that if she got to him first, he would rely heavily upon her for help and quite possibly even ask her out later in thanks for her wonderful services.
Not wasting any time, she hurried forward. “Hello! Welcome to -”
“Yuuukkiiii! Why didn’t you wait for meeeeee?!”
Both the Sales Associate and the blond stopped as a young man wearing an orange beanie with bunny ears burst through the front doors and promptly latched himself onto the blonde’s arm.
“Get off of me, you damn brat,” the blond growled out in perfect Japanese, much to the disappointment of the Sales Associate.
“But Yuki, I was stuck! I couldn’t get my seat belt off!” the man complained as he complied with the blonde’s wish. “You really should get your car checked out!”
“Just because you’re too stupid to take off a seat belt doesn’t mean I need to take my car to the shop,” the blond said as he headed off into the nearest aisle.
“Oh, well, you might want to take it in anyways because when I opened the door, it sort of hit the light pole you parked next to and...” the man trailed off pathetically as the blond turned to look at him with what the Sales Associate could only assume was the coldest of death glares.
Suddenly she found herself quite glad she wasn’t helping the blond out after all.
Eiri Yuki could not believe his luck. First, Shuichi Shindou’s computer crashed. Insisting he knew how to fix it, the pink-haired boy borrowed Yuki’s laptop so that he could download some software, burn it to a disk, and transfer it to his own computer in order to get it up and running again. Only instead of downloading the proper software, the idiot downloaded a virus.
A virus which promptly and effectively ate up and obliterated each and every one of Yuki’s precious files, programs, and software before somehow moving on to the hardware and causing the internal drive to start smoking.
It was at that point Yuki quickly pulled out the fire extinguisher to put out any potential fires. And then, in a fit of rage, he took the fire extinguisher and decided to beat up Shuichi’s computer as well, needing to vent out the obvious anger at the fact that he had lost all eighteen chapters of his latest work in progress.
Needless to say, both men were now in need of a new computer.
So here they were, at the Electronics store, and the pink-haired moron was currently telling him his cherished Mercedes was now sporting a large dent in the passenger side door. If it weren’t for the repercussions that were sure to rain down upon him in the form of friends, band mates, family, and crazed, arsenal-toting Americans, he’d kill the idiot.
He would. He really would.
With a low growl, Yuki dropped the killer thought process, seeing as how the look on his face was not only scaring Shuichi, but several other customers as well.
“Let’s just get what we came for and go home,” Yuki said with a calm that he had been forced to practice from the many months he had allowed the pink haired punk to stay with him, his left eye twitching every so often as he moved towards the computers.
Several minutes later, the two lovers found themselves arguing over who had the superior computer literacy skills when it came to picking out the better computer. Yuki wanted the one with the basic package and ample memory, while Shuichi insisted on more special features. It seemed the pop star had it stuck in his head that they would be sharing this new computer.
In the end, Yuki said he would buy the computer Shuichi wanted and sent the singer off to search for extra software on the opposite side of the store. The second the boy was out of sight, the writer peacefully went about purchasing his own computer, as well as the one Shuichi had wanted. There was no way in hell he was about to share a computer after the stunt that dumb ass had pulled.
Once he received his receipt and the promised delivery date, Yuki headed over to the software section in search of his young lover, and perhaps some viral protection programs as well. On his way over, he bumped into Shuichi, who seemed to have gotten side tracked in the aisle of mp3 players if the load of iPods in his arms was anything to go by.
“What are you doing now?” Yuki asked tiredly.
“Oh! Yuki!” Shuichi exclaimed, struggling not to drop everything in his arms. “I figured it’s time for me to update my ways and get rid of my old CD player and get an iPod instead!”
Yuki eyed the numerous boxes. Sure, Shuichi had over a hundred CDs, but still...
“Idiot, you do realize each iPod has 80 gigabytes worth of memory, don’t you? Even with all your CDs, all you really need is one.”
“I know, but I want to be organized!”
Yuki simply stared.
With a sigh, Shuichi explained. “See, I want one iPod just for Bad Luck’s music; this way I can concentrate on my songs, practice and get revved up for upcoming concerts. And since iPods also hold images, I can store all of our promotional pictures on it as well! And! And! The new ones play videos, so I can put our music videos on it too! It’d be like Bad Luck’s Official MP3 Player! And then I want another one to put all of my favorite songs on! I can also store all other sorts of stuff on it, like pictures of us, Nittle Grasper, other music videos, and I can save your stories under ‘notes’ so I can read them while on tour so I won’t miss you so much!”
Yuki frowned. He hated it when Shuichi came up with small, sweet things like that. It almost made him want to agree with anything the little brat wanted.
“And then the third one is so I can store all of today’s other top hits so I can scope out Bad Luck’s competition!” Shuichi continued to explain.
“It’s called a radio, dumb ass. Try turning one on once in a while,” Yuki said, only to mentally groan at the crestfallen look Shuichi was now sporting thanks to his harsh words.
“Fine, what’s the fourth one for?” the novelist asked, deciding to humor his little lover.
This seemed to cheer Shuichi up immensely. “Oh! Err...”
Yuki swore he could feel a headache coming on. Really. He could.
“Put them back, moron.”
“What? But Yuuukkiiiiiii! I need them!”
“No one needs four iPods.”
“Well, I do!”
The two stood there glaring at each other. After several minutes, Yuki decided it wasn’t worth it and relented.
“Fine. I’ll let you keep two.”
“Yay!” Shuichi cheered happily has he turned to go and put the unneeded iPods back. “Oh! But Yuki! What about you?”
“What about me?” Yuki asked wearily. Lord, he needed a cigarette.
“Don’t you want an iPod?”
“What for?”
“So you can store all of my songs on them! It’ll be like your own official Bad Luck mp3 player, only instead of Bad Luck pictures, we could get a digital camera and you can take naughty pictures of me and-”
“No.”
“But Yuuuukkiiiii!”
“No.”
“But this way you won’t miss me so much when I’m gone!”
Rather than dignify that statement with a response, Yuki turned and headed towards the software, grabbing the two most promising anti-viral packs, ignoring Shuichi’s angry voice, which was currently calling him an insensitive bastard as he went to put the extra iPods back.
There was no way Yuki was going to tell Shuichi that he actually liked that idea enough to consider getting a digital camera the next time an occasion that called for presents came around. Perhaps even a digital video camera...hmm...
Yuki could just imagine how many times he could get Shuichi off with a camera recording the whole thing. The brat did have something of an exhibitionist streak in him….
He could see it now – Shuichi sitting on the edge of the bed, a bright blush staining his cheeks as he slowly spreads his legs on Yuki’s command. His straining erection jumping as it’s presented before the camera, already leaking in anticipation. Hands twitching, unsure of what to do.
Yuki could either continue to stand back, ordering his Shu-kun to touch himself or move up and sit behind his lover, driving the small vocalist insane with soft, slow pleasurable touches.
If he were behind Shuichi, he would be able to taste him, to devour the very flesh his fingers sent shivers along while tracing scorching patterns in every direction except for the one Shuichi would want for him to go. Moans and pleas would fill the room as the brat would deliberately squirm against his experienced lover, knowing it would earn him low growls and teasing punishments.
But if he allowed Shuichi to touch himself, he could order him to set a deliberate pace, knowing the boy would obey without question. Small gasps would be heard instead of whines and moans as Shu discovered how to pleasure himself to the extreme. Half-lidded violet eyes would meet Yuki’s golden ones, shimmering with tears and drunk with lust as he listened for his directions on where to touch next.
Yuki would wait until it felt like he would explode from just watching his little pop star before allowing the baka to prepare himself – faster, harder, knowing Shuichi wouldn’t dare climax without his express permission. He would restrain himself until his lover’s cries became feverish, and then rush forward and push Shuichi back, kissing him fiercely. Shuichi wouldn’t be able to hold back after that and would wrench his lips away to throw his head back, crying out as his orgasm forced itself upon him, his very soul freezing up in passion as Yuki quickly replaced the slim fingers with his long, thick-
“Yuuuukkiiiii!”
No, no. Shuichi’s cry would sound more needy and desperate. More like-
“Yuuuuuukkiiiiiiiii!!! Yuki! Yuki! Yuki!”
No! That wasn’t right either, damn it!
“YUUUUUKKIIIIIII!!!!!”
The novelist blinked, snapping out of his fantasy. Looking down at Shuichi’s wide violet eyes, he was reminded of what better things they could be doing right now.
“Let’s go, brat,” he ordered, grabbing Shu’s hand and heading straight for the exit.
“But Yuki! We still need to pay for all of our stuff!”
Tossing the software to the nearest shelf, Yuki grabbed the iPods and tossed them as well before dragging Shuichi out of the store and nearly throwing him into the passenger seat of his car.
Yuki couldn’t wait. It felt like his zipper was about to burst. The second he was in the car, he dragged his confused lover onto his lap as his hand dove into Shuichi’s pants, which were actually somewhat baggy for once.
“AH! Yu…Yu-!”
Too noisy. That problem was quickly silenced as Yuki shoved his tongue down Shuichi’s throat, dominating the boy’s mouth as his hand rapidly brought the enclosed erection to the straining hardness he himself was already at.
It took a few moments for Shuichi’s brain to somewhat catch up with what was going on, and when it did, he curled his hips forward, effectively placing his ass firmly against Yuki’s erection, and began to move.
Fireworks went off in the blonde’s skull as his hair was gripped for leverage to the rocking hips. A tongue somehow found its way to his ear, causing a rather loud and uncharacteristic moan to escape Yuki’s lips.
“You fucking tease,” he growled as he instinctively bucked up into the one thing that could drive him absolutely wild.
Using his free hand, Yuki grabbed Shuichi’s hips – God, those narrow hips were just begging to be bruised – and began to urge for a faster pace. His other hand tightened around Shuichi’s erection, causing the vocalist to cry out.
“Ahh! Yu-Yuki! I can’t-! I’m going to-!”
“Good.”
And that was all it took. Ass, balls, cock – in that order – were ground down against Yuki’s member as Shuichi’s body arched back, crying out as his orgasm overtook every last one of his nerve endings.
Yuki found himself unable to hold back at such an erotic sight and with a nearly silent scream, joined his lover in a state of absolute bliss with a nearly unbearable pleasure shooting through his groin (quite literally).
His post-state euphoria did not last for nearly as long as either male would have liked, due to the now cold and sticky mess they were left with. Groaning softly, Shuichi rolled off Yuki’s lap and collapsed bonelessly into the passenger seat, making a half-hearted attempt to grab at his seat belt so he could buckle himself in.
Grabbing a tissue from beneath the arm rest, Yuki did his best to wipe his hand clean. He would have loved to lick it off – to put on a show for his pink-haired idiot, but his grouchiness had returned and he decided to put it off until they got home.
Shifting the car into reverse, he decided he could wait until they reached the shower…maybe.
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Owari until further notice ^_~
Author: Reyn
Rating: R/NC-17 somewhere around there.
Pairing: (because my beta insists on me stating the obvious) Yuki/Shuichi
Disclaimer: While I may own Gravitation cards, dvds, manga, doujinshi, etc. I don’t own the actual rights, meaning no money for me T-T
Warnings: smut…Shuichi…(yes, I believe Shuichi deserves a fair warning)
Author’s Note: This little doozy was inspired by Key to My Heart by JadeHeart. There’s really no connection between her story and mine, but I recommend you go and read it anyways if you haven’t already done so.
iPod Induced Lust
The Sales Associate smiled as she spotted the handsome blond walking through the doors. Though his sunglasses hid his eyes, she was positive he was foreign.
Excellent! This meant that if she got to him first, he would rely heavily upon her for help and quite possibly even ask her out later in thanks for her wonderful services.
Not wasting any time, she hurried forward. “Hello! Welcome to -”
“Yuuukkiiii! Why didn’t you wait for meeeeee?!”
Both the Sales Associate and the blond stopped as a young man wearing an orange beanie with bunny ears burst through the front doors and promptly latched himself onto the blonde’s arm.
“Get off of me, you damn brat,” the blond growled out in perfect Japanese, much to the disappointment of the Sales Associate.
“But Yuki, I was stuck! I couldn’t get my seat belt off!” the man complained as he complied with the blonde’s wish. “You really should get your car checked out!”
“Just because you’re too stupid to take off a seat belt doesn’t mean I need to take my car to the shop,” the blond said as he headed off into the nearest aisle.
“Oh, well, you might want to take it in anyways because when I opened the door, it sort of hit the light pole you parked next to and...” the man trailed off pathetically as the blond turned to look at him with what the Sales Associate could only assume was the coldest of death glares.
Suddenly she found herself quite glad she wasn’t helping the blond out after all.
Eiri Yuki could not believe his luck. First, Shuichi Shindou’s computer crashed. Insisting he knew how to fix it, the pink-haired boy borrowed Yuki’s laptop so that he could download some software, burn it to a disk, and transfer it to his own computer in order to get it up and running again. Only instead of downloading the proper software, the idiot downloaded a virus.
A virus which promptly and effectively ate up and obliterated each and every one of Yuki’s precious files, programs, and software before somehow moving on to the hardware and causing the internal drive to start smoking.
It was at that point Yuki quickly pulled out the fire extinguisher to put out any potential fires. And then, in a fit of rage, he took the fire extinguisher and decided to beat up Shuichi’s computer as well, needing to vent out the obvious anger at the fact that he had lost all eighteen chapters of his latest work in progress.
Needless to say, both men were now in need of a new computer.
So here they were, at the Electronics store, and the pink-haired moron was currently telling him his cherished Mercedes was now sporting a large dent in the passenger side door. If it weren’t for the repercussions that were sure to rain down upon him in the form of friends, band mates, family, and crazed, arsenal-toting Americans, he’d kill the idiot.
He would. He really would.
With a low growl, Yuki dropped the killer thought process, seeing as how the look on his face was not only scaring Shuichi, but several other customers as well.
“Let’s just get what we came for and go home,” Yuki said with a calm that he had been forced to practice from the many months he had allowed the pink haired punk to stay with him, his left eye twitching every so often as he moved towards the computers.
Several minutes later, the two lovers found themselves arguing over who had the superior computer literacy skills when it came to picking out the better computer. Yuki wanted the one with the basic package and ample memory, while Shuichi insisted on more special features. It seemed the pop star had it stuck in his head that they would be sharing this new computer.
In the end, Yuki said he would buy the computer Shuichi wanted and sent the singer off to search for extra software on the opposite side of the store. The second the boy was out of sight, the writer peacefully went about purchasing his own computer, as well as the one Shuichi had wanted. There was no way in hell he was about to share a computer after the stunt that dumb ass had pulled.
Once he received his receipt and the promised delivery date, Yuki headed over to the software section in search of his young lover, and perhaps some viral protection programs as well. On his way over, he bumped into Shuichi, who seemed to have gotten side tracked in the aisle of mp3 players if the load of iPods in his arms was anything to go by.
“What are you doing now?” Yuki asked tiredly.
“Oh! Yuki!” Shuichi exclaimed, struggling not to drop everything in his arms. “I figured it’s time for me to update my ways and get rid of my old CD player and get an iPod instead!”
Yuki eyed the numerous boxes. Sure, Shuichi had over a hundred CDs, but still...
“Idiot, you do realize each iPod has 80 gigabytes worth of memory, don’t you? Even with all your CDs, all you really need is one.”
“I know, but I want to be organized!”
Yuki simply stared.
With a sigh, Shuichi explained. “See, I want one iPod just for Bad Luck’s music; this way I can concentrate on my songs, practice and get revved up for upcoming concerts. And since iPods also hold images, I can store all of our promotional pictures on it as well! And! And! The new ones play videos, so I can put our music videos on it too! It’d be like Bad Luck’s Official MP3 Player! And then I want another one to put all of my favorite songs on! I can also store all other sorts of stuff on it, like pictures of us, Nittle Grasper, other music videos, and I can save your stories under ‘notes’ so I can read them while on tour so I won’t miss you so much!”
Yuki frowned. He hated it when Shuichi came up with small, sweet things like that. It almost made him want to agree with anything the little brat wanted.
“And then the third one is so I can store all of today’s other top hits so I can scope out Bad Luck’s competition!” Shuichi continued to explain.
“It’s called a radio, dumb ass. Try turning one on once in a while,” Yuki said, only to mentally groan at the crestfallen look Shuichi was now sporting thanks to his harsh words.
“Fine, what’s the fourth one for?” the novelist asked, deciding to humor his little lover.
This seemed to cheer Shuichi up immensely. “Oh! Err...”
Yuki swore he could feel a headache coming on. Really. He could.
“Put them back, moron.”
“What? But Yuuukkiiiiiii! I need them!”
“No one needs four iPods.”
“Well, I do!”
The two stood there glaring at each other. After several minutes, Yuki decided it wasn’t worth it and relented.
“Fine. I’ll let you keep two.”
“Yay!” Shuichi cheered happily has he turned to go and put the unneeded iPods back. “Oh! But Yuki! What about you?”
“What about me?” Yuki asked wearily. Lord, he needed a cigarette.
“Don’t you want an iPod?”
“What for?”
“So you can store all of my songs on them! It’ll be like your own official Bad Luck mp3 player, only instead of Bad Luck pictures, we could get a digital camera and you can take naughty pictures of me and-”
“No.”
“But Yuuuukkiiiii!”
“No.”
“But this way you won’t miss me so much when I’m gone!”
Rather than dignify that statement with a response, Yuki turned and headed towards the software, grabbing the two most promising anti-viral packs, ignoring Shuichi’s angry voice, which was currently calling him an insensitive bastard as he went to put the extra iPods back.
There was no way Yuki was going to tell Shuichi that he actually liked that idea enough to consider getting a digital camera the next time an occasion that called for presents came around. Perhaps even a digital video camera...hmm...
Yuki could just imagine how many times he could get Shuichi off with a camera recording the whole thing. The brat did have something of an exhibitionist streak in him….
He could see it now – Shuichi sitting on the edge of the bed, a bright blush staining his cheeks as he slowly spreads his legs on Yuki’s command. His straining erection jumping as it’s presented before the camera, already leaking in anticipation. Hands twitching, unsure of what to do.
Yuki could either continue to stand back, ordering his Shu-kun to touch himself or move up and sit behind his lover, driving the small vocalist insane with soft, slow pleasurable touches.
If he were behind Shuichi, he would be able to taste him, to devour the very flesh his fingers sent shivers along while tracing scorching patterns in every direction except for the one Shuichi would want for him to go. Moans and pleas would fill the room as the brat would deliberately squirm against his experienced lover, knowing it would earn him low growls and teasing punishments.
But if he allowed Shuichi to touch himself, he could order him to set a deliberate pace, knowing the boy would obey without question. Small gasps would be heard instead of whines and moans as Shu discovered how to pleasure himself to the extreme. Half-lidded violet eyes would meet Yuki’s golden ones, shimmering with tears and drunk with lust as he listened for his directions on where to touch next.
Yuki would wait until it felt like he would explode from just watching his little pop star before allowing the baka to prepare himself – faster, harder, knowing Shuichi wouldn’t dare climax without his express permission. He would restrain himself until his lover’s cries became feverish, and then rush forward and push Shuichi back, kissing him fiercely. Shuichi wouldn’t be able to hold back after that and would wrench his lips away to throw his head back, crying out as his orgasm forced itself upon him, his very soul freezing up in passion as Yuki quickly replaced the slim fingers with his long, thick-
“Yuuuukkiiiii!”
No, no. Shuichi’s cry would sound more needy and desperate. More like-
“Yuuuuuukkiiiiiiiii!!! Yuki! Yuki! Yuki!”
No! That wasn’t right either, damn it!
“YUUUUUKKIIIIIII!!!!!”
The novelist blinked, snapping out of his fantasy. Looking down at Shuichi’s wide violet eyes, he was reminded of what better things they could be doing right now.
“Let’s go, brat,” he ordered, grabbing Shu’s hand and heading straight for the exit.
“But Yuki! We still need to pay for all of our stuff!”
Tossing the software to the nearest shelf, Yuki grabbed the iPods and tossed them as well before dragging Shuichi out of the store and nearly throwing him into the passenger seat of his car.
Yuki couldn’t wait. It felt like his zipper was about to burst. The second he was in the car, he dragged his confused lover onto his lap as his hand dove into Shuichi’s pants, which were actually somewhat baggy for once.
“AH! Yu…Yu-!”
Too noisy. That problem was quickly silenced as Yuki shoved his tongue down Shuichi’s throat, dominating the boy’s mouth as his hand rapidly brought the enclosed erection to the straining hardness he himself was already at.
It took a few moments for Shuichi’s brain to somewhat catch up with what was going on, and when it did, he curled his hips forward, effectively placing his ass firmly against Yuki’s erection, and began to move.
Fireworks went off in the blonde’s skull as his hair was gripped for leverage to the rocking hips. A tongue somehow found its way to his ear, causing a rather loud and uncharacteristic moan to escape Yuki’s lips.
“You fucking tease,” he growled as he instinctively bucked up into the one thing that could drive him absolutely wild.
Using his free hand, Yuki grabbed Shuichi’s hips – God, those narrow hips were just begging to be bruised – and began to urge for a faster pace. His other hand tightened around Shuichi’s erection, causing the vocalist to cry out.
“Ahh! Yu-Yuki! I can’t-! I’m going to-!”
“Good.”
And that was all it took. Ass, balls, cock – in that order – were ground down against Yuki’s member as Shuichi’s body arched back, crying out as his orgasm overtook every last one of his nerve endings.
Yuki found himself unable to hold back at such an erotic sight and with a nearly silent scream, joined his lover in a state of absolute bliss with a nearly unbearable pleasure shooting through his groin (quite literally).
His post-state euphoria did not last for nearly as long as either male would have liked, due to the now cold and sticky mess they were left with. Groaning softly, Shuichi rolled off Yuki’s lap and collapsed bonelessly into the passenger seat, making a half-hearted attempt to grab at his seat belt so he could buckle himself in.
Grabbing a tissue from beneath the arm rest, Yuki did his best to wipe his hand clean. He would have loved to lick it off – to put on a show for his pink-haired idiot, but his grouchiness had returned and he decided to put it off until they got home.
Shifting the car into reverse, he decided he could wait until they reached the shower…maybe.
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Owari until further notice ^_~