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Bunny Loving	By : nevtari Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Yaoi/slash. We all know what that means so I’ll cut to the chase. Shota (what can I
say, one’s sixteen, one’s thirty-one… wow…) Kinky shit, no joke.

Pairing: Ryuichi x Tatsuha

A/N: This story was a request sent to me, and it has to be one of the kinkiest things I’ve written,
but what can I say, I don’t like to limit myself, artistically that is.
EDIT: I just cleaned up a few mistakes.

Bunny Loving

It was well after midnight, most of the sane members of society were safely tucked into their
soft beds, the sun was tightly snuggled away as well, sharing his bed with the moon that night,
leaving the sky to be lit only by the tiny sparkling stars. The darkness was the only true setting
for those who were still avoiding sleep, namely two individuals, one who’s sanity had run
screaming out the door at age seven, and the other who had been born without such a hindrance.
By this they were evenly matched.

In the apartment of the famous and infamous Ryuichi Sakuma two very male figures
collapsed in webbed pile on the previously abused mattress, entwining in sheets, body parts, and
a forgotten lampshade from the sexual encounter prior to this moment. Now, one might wonder,
how a lampshade of all things would be incorporated but that is hardly the point of the story. The
two embraced, still panting and moaning as simultaneous orgasms ravaged their bodies. Tatsuha,
the younger, yet taller of the pair, kissed his lover fiercely in a post-lust display of love, twining
their tongues as their bodies were already.

“Tats… too tired for… again?” Ryuichi panted his question after their lips lost contact.

“Unfortunately… yes…” the teen’s chest heaved as he tightened the embrace he had around
his partner, pushing his now flaccid cock further inside the warm behind that encased it, “School
tomorrow… you know.”

“I… know,” it was marked on his calendar, not in bold red marker like the notice of Tatsuha
coming to stay with him for the long weekend was, but still written in scribbled, illegible
handwriting all the same, reminding him of their limited time together.

“Shit…”

“What… Tats?”

“Only two hours.”

“Oh…” He was silent, his hand moving behind his head to the other behind, brushing
through the strands of damp black hair that was not his own. His eyes made contact with that of
the plush companion resting on the table beside the bed, “Tats… next time… Kuma wants to
join us.”

“Mmmm… alright,” clearly Tatsuha was tired; the wants and demands of a toy were not on
his mind at the late hour, wearily he willed the digital clock straight in his line of vision to
magically turn back several hours, mainly so he could do it all again.

---

Monday:

“Uesugi-kun,” the teacher impatiently tapped his foot, watching as his pupil trudged into the
classroom fourteen minutes and seventeen seconds late to class, “You’re late. Do you have an
excuse this time?”

Tatsuha opened his rather bruised looking lips in an attempt to answer, but what would he
say? That he and his boyfriend, the famous Ryuichi Sakuma, had spent all last night having wild
sex because it was the last time they would see each other for a while, so the two of them had
slept through the alarm, then traffic from Tokyo to Kyoto had been too murderous, so he had
been given a ride by K in the psychotic blonde’s stealth helicopter, but was still late because
there was no place near the school for the large vehicle to land. He wished he could say that,
instead he resealed his lips and shook his head in an apologetic negative.

“Then take a seat and let me continue teaching.”

He obediently did as he was told, walking to his seat silently and ignoring some of the
whispers that drifted to his ears as he did so. It didn’t matter; Tatsuha was in no mood to deal
with anyone.

---

Tuesday:

Something was wrong. Tohma had come to work, ready and expectant; completely prepared
to deal with the troubles of his employees, as well as the hyperactivity of his best friend. Only,
there had been no ‘Ryuichi-flying-glomp’ attack when he had entered his office. No drawings of
Nittle Grasper or Shuichi ‘sparkling’, waiting for him to critique, upon his desk. Not even a visit
from Kuma-chan, no sign of the little plush at all. Something was terribly, horribly amiss, and
Tohma was going to get to the bottom of this Sakuma mystery.

Upon a little investigatory work, the president managed to find his friend asleep under the
desk in his office. Tohma had sat at the desk, ready to call his staff in to search the building for
the missing Ryuichi when his foot had struck something soft under the piece of furniture. A
small groan came from the object.

“Ryu-Ryuichi? What are you doing under there?”

“Mmm… shhh, Tohma, trying… sleep.”

“Under my desk?”

But there was no response from the sleeping man, who was curled into an awkwardly painful
ball in the cramped space under the desk, only the soft breathing that passed over slightly still-bruised lips.

---

Wednesday:

Tatsuha lay like road kill upon his desk, limbs strewn every which way, and nearly dead. He
didn’t care if he looked like carrion, he felt terrible, and it was three days after the weekend.
Thoughts of the past weekend had plagued and haunted him, in his dreams, in the shower, at
meals, even at school and at the temple. He was suffering from either depression or a strong
period of withdrawal.

“Tatsuha hey!” His state of half-awareness was destroyed by an interrupting voice, coming
from a fellow classmate.

“WHAT THE HELL! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” He shouted in the student’s face,
trying to roll over and forestall the nuisance. However, school desks were not made like beds and
the attempted movement of avoidance caused Tatsuha to fall from his seat and onto the floor.
“DAMN IT!”

---

Thursday:

“Hello?” Shuichi picked up the phone on the first ring. Yuki had a deadline the next day and
any prolonged and possibly annoying noise would set off the stressed author faster than a spark
would a forest fire on a dry summer day.

“Na, no, da! Shu-chan.”

“Oh hello Ryu,” the pink haired singer greeted his rival, noticing that his fellow did not
sound like his normal self, “You don’t sound very happy.”

“I don’t feel very sparkly this week Shu-chan. I’m tired.”

“I’m sorry, anything I can do?”

“Yeah, can you give me a ride to Kyoto, Tohma doesn’t let me drive by myself, and he’s
busy that day, so is K or else I would have had him take me, so you can, right?”

“Umm… one problem. I can’t drive; Hiro, Yuki, K, and Tohma have forbidden me from
doing so… plus... uh… no license. Heh.”

“Oh,” Ryuichi’s telephone-altered voice sighed, and a sadness seemed to leak through the
phone line and into the recipient’s heart, chilling it with a freezing depression.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Yuki can drive you there, and I’ll come with!”

“Really? Shu, you’re the greatest!” The singer regained some of the usual hyper-ness in his
voice, “I’ll be at your place tomorrow morning, na no da!”

“See ya!” Shuichi hung the phone up again and silently prayed to all the gods, spirits, and
devils he knew. Just how was he going to convince his grumpy lover to drive an energy-filled,
thirty-one year old child all the way to Kyoto, on the day of his deadline? With a deep breath for
courage, the boy knocked softly on the door to Yuki’s study.

“Baka, I’m working, what do you want?”

“Y-Yuki… I need a favor.” This was not going to be easy.

“Make it quick brat, every second of my time you waste is ten words farther away I am from
finishing in time for my deadline.”

“Can you drive Ryuichi to Kyoto tomorrow? I’ll come with.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Yuuuuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiii!!”

“No.”

“It’s important! Ryuichi needs to find his sparkle again!”

“If it’s so important, how much is it worth. Start bargaining.”

Shuichi sighed, again. Yuki was at least listening, that was one good thing…

[1]

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Friday:

Ryuichi waved at his friend as the car that had brought him to Kyoto flew out of view. Even
the sight of his family’s temple must agitate Yuki. The brunette, however, headed in the opposite
direction from the departing vehicle, straight into the lion’s den as the cliché went. Kuma was
traveling in luxury atop the brown haired head, as Ryuichi’s hands were busy carrying a partially
full overnight bag and a pillow.

It was time for Super-Stealth-Sakuma to go into action. Walking onto the Uesugi property, he
used all his skill to keep from being seen. Ryuichi slowly made his way towards the house, going
from one place of hiding to another. Kuma kept guard, alerting him to any possible witness of
the singer’s flight. At long-awaited last he reached the desired building. He crouched beneath an
open window, deciding what to do next.

“What’s that Kuma… No… What if you’re seen?… You’re so brave Kuma!” the one-sided
conversation was held in whispers, as the rabbit-eared plush apparently volunteered to see if the
coast was clear and go first. Ryuichi carefully pushed the toy above the sill, and when an
affirmation of safety was heard, tossed the rabbit into the house.

Ryuichi tried to somersault through the window, following his courageous companion, but
landed with a hard, and rather painful, thud with his back to the wooden floor of the Uesugi
house. His plush companion was squished beneath him and the pillow and bag came to rest on
top. He found himself staring up at a priestly clad man, well on in his years. Though the famous
Ryuichi was absolutely fearless, he gulped.

“You’re getting sloppy Sakuma-san.”

“I’ll try harder next time Sir,” he looked at Tatsuha’s father, the man towered over him even
as he sat up and backed towards his friend the wall.

“See that you do. Tatsuha’s not home from school yet, he better be able to make it on time to
his duties at the shrine tomorrow,” the elderly Uesugi glared at the intimidated singer at his feet.

The aforementioned, frightened singer nodded repeatedly; then did the famous stealth roll of
the FBI down the hallway to escape from his ‘father-in-love’. Though the gymnastics trick was
successful, Ryuichi had forgotten his belongings and scampered back to retrieve the pillow, bag
and plush toy. In his haste to get away, he missed the smile that was directed after him.

Ryuichi safely made it to his lover’s room with no further mishaps. With ghost-like skill he
practically passed through the door and into the bedroom beyond. It was strange to see so many
pictures of himself, practically every inch of wall space was covered in posters and other
assorted pictures. The bed was in the farthest corner from the door, directly against two walls. It
was the on the wall to the side of the bed that caught the singer’s eye. The pictures there were
not posters, nor were they taken by the press, but were all home photographs. Most were of him,
but some had both him and Tatsuha in them, smiling with their arms around each other, or
posing in risque positions for the digital camera, pretending to be sexy models for whoever they
had convinced to snap the picture. Looking at the pictures brought back memories, many of
which he wished he hadn’t forgotten. The best picture, and the pink plush agreed, was of Tatsuha
and Ryuichi giving Kuma a kiss, the brunette on one cheek and the black-haired teen on the
other. He would ask Tatsuha to make a copy of that one for him when he came home.

---

School was over, Tatsuha was exhausted. This week had been a nightmare, a living,
breathing, unending nightmare, that was finally over. He walked through the halls of his
surprisingly empty and quiet house. A note on the fridge told him that his father had left and
would be gone until late on shrine business. At the bottom of the page was a post script,
demanding that he make sure to visit his room immediately. Maybe his father had finally bought
him new furniture. That would be nice; currently his room was home to all of his brother’s old
furnishings. After fixing an afternoon snack, consisting of a banana and a glass of water, he
headed from the kitchen to his bedroom as his father had asked him to do. Tatsuha was the good
son after all.

At first, upon entering his room, the teen noticed nothing to be different, except for the lump
resting on his bed. Before going to investigate he carefully held the banana as he would a gun, if
the lump proved to be dangerous, he was armed and ready to fight, this was his room after all.
Though once he saw who it was that currently inhabited his bed; the need for a weapon was
completely forgotten.

“Ryu?”

“Mmm…” The singer’s eyes blinked open, “Tats!”

The teen found himself on his floor with a hyperactive man atop him.

“Tats, I missed you, so I came to see you, and look! I brought Kuma too!”

“That’s great Ryu,” he used his strength and pushed the two of them up until they were
sitting then threw his arms around his lover, “Really great.”

“Kuma thinks so too.”

Before Tatsuha could respond, he was interrupted by the singing from his musician’s
stomach.

“I-I’m sorry, I haven’t eaten since this morning,” came the apology.

“All I have with me is a banana, we can go get you something more to eat if you like-” but
again he was interrupted, this time by the urgent touch of lips to his own.

“I’d rather eat something else,” Ryuichi smiled at the teen that was holding him, before
playfully biting Tatsuha’s lower lip.

Well, the famous, sexually deviant brother of Eiri Yuki was never one to turn down being
devoured, or devouring for that matter, both were ok in his book, and with a little luck he would
be able to sample the two. He eagerly brought his lips to his lovers, forcing the flesh apart and
slipping his tongue in between to tease the talented other playfully.

While his partner was busy kissing him senseless, Ryuichi was formulating a plan. Tatsuha
must not have been doing the mind-blowing job he had hoped he was if the singer was still able
to scheme, but it didn’t matter much as the brunette ended the kiss. He stood, clasping his lover’s
hand and drew him to the bed. With one hand Ryuichi pressed the teen into the soft mattress; the
other searched towards the side of the bed and then came to rest on Tatsuha’s shoulder with a
newly acquired Kumagoro hand puppet in place.

“Umm… Ryu?”

“Kuma gets sex too! You promised… right?” The singer put on all of his famous charm, used
all of the skills he had learned from trying to persuade Tohma; widening his eyes in an attempt
to gain favor with his lover.

“Oh… alright.”

It worked.

Ryuichi kissed Tatsuha, hard, crushing their lips against one another to reform the bruises
that had faded over the week. His hands tugged on the shirt hindering him from feeling his
lover’s heated flesh, trying to pull the fabric off of the body beneath him, but resulting in merely
tangling everything. In an attempt to salvage the situation he momentarily set Kuma aside and
ended the current lip lock to carefully finish removing the article of clothing, dropping it off of
the bed. As soon as the cloth was gone, the lips of the singer furiously returned, but not to his
lover’s mouth. Now they dropped lower, nibbling on a tasty neck, then going farther to sample
the flesh of his lover’s chest and abdomen. The mouth settled on an already erect nipple as its
first course, tickling the pink nub at first but swiftly tonguing the entire rosy area. As gently as a
wild thing could, Ryuichi bit on the nipple, the result being several moans from his partner. After
playing with the twin to the first course, the singer went for seconds.

Tatsuha was completely turned on by the primal side his Ryu-chan was showing. It was rare,
and the teen made up his mind to enjoy this time more than any experience they had shared
before. It was not very often that the Ryuichi side showed his face anywhere besides the stage.
However, he had little time to think anymore as his seme began to remove his pants.

As soon as he had his lover lying naked beneath him, Ryuichi stood, removing his familiar
weight from his partner just to confuse him. He stood still beside the bed, waiting for Tatsuha
give him his full attention. When he was sure he was on center stage in the teen’s mind, the
brunette began to slowly, teasingly remove the few articles of clothing he was wearing. Inch by
tantalizing inch the cloth of his shirt was removed, slowly revealing skin that was already
beginning to flush from desire. He could see Tatsuha’s eyes follow the retreating clothing,
eagerly awaiting each bit of newly exposed skin. In the process of undressing the singer did not
forget about his plush companion, stopping as he almost had his shirt removed to stoop and
retrieve the pink toy.

“Kuma is going to help me undress. Watch,” it was a command directed towards Tatsuha,
demanding him to stare as his lover was undressed by the very toy he always carried around.

Kuma was very understand of Ryuichi’s teenage lover and took less time than the singer to
remove the shirt, even managing to divest him of his pants before the brunette complained that
he was not torturing Tatsuha enough. So be it. The plush was on the final garment: his
companion’s underwear. At first the bunny was afraid the teen would steal his job and rid
Ryuichi of the plaid printed item himself, but one glance assured the toy; Tatsuha sat frozen, his
eyes trapped by in the gaze of those belonging to Ryuichi. So Kuma proceeded until now both
men were equally naked. Tatsuha broke the stare he had held with Ryuichi to take in the
delicious sight standing before him. With eyes half closed and lips partially open, the singer let
Kuma slowly begin to stroke his freed erection. The little bunny drew forth melodic moans and
sighs as his friend’s mouth opened wider with each stroke. To Tatsuha it looked like Kuma was
hugging his lover’s cock.

It was too much for the teen, he lay back onto the bed, a sign of surrender and defeat, a silent
offer for Ryuichi to ravish him wholly and fully. He willingly sacrificed himself to be the
singer’s next meal.

Both Ryuichi and Kuma pounced.

The singer attacked with his mouth again, tongue hungrily painting patterns across all off the
skin now available; while the plush now hugged the black-haired-boy’s erection.

The brunette soon began to tire of his lover’s upper body, and moved his mouth lower,
traveling to suck forcefully on Tatsuha’s inner thigh, dangerously close to the sensitive
reproductive parts. He licked and tickled, nipped and bit the flesh there, avoiding at all costs the
area that belonged to Kuma.

Judging by the stream of moans coming from the teen, Tatsuha was coming dangerously
close to climaxing. All it took was the feeling of two slippery fingers pressing into his buttocks
and it was over. Tatsuha screamed as he came… but his achievement of passion was prevented,
Kuma hugged the twitching cock tightly, preventing the release the teen craved.

“Nice save,” the singer congratulated his friend.

Still panting, Tatsuha yelled at the fiendish and deviant toy, “YOU BASTARD KUMA!”

Awkwardly, as both his hands were occupied in lower places, Ryuichi reached upwards to
press his lips tenderly against those of his lover, “I want you to come while I do the same inside
you,” he whispered.

The teen did not entirely understand what was being said to him, but it sounded nice and so
he nodded in agreement.

With a final soft touch of lips, the brunette ended the awkward span and rejoined Kuma near
Tatsuha’s rear. Two fingers were going to have to be enough, Ryuichi didn’t want to wait. He
was very hard himself, and seeing his lover in a state of lust induced delusion was not helping
his passion high condition. Kuma agreed, and started to pleasure the Uesugi again while the
previous two digits were removed and the teen was rolled over and brought to his knees. The
once emptiness was replaced by the much larger erection of the singer.

If there was any pain at the intrusion, Tatsuha couldn’t tell, it didn’t matter any more. He was
too far gone to even be able to tell the color of his lover’s eyes. He didn’t even know that he was
screaming until he had to figure out why his voice was hoarse the next day.

Ryuichi hadn’t waited for Tatsuha, and it was too late for any more preparation, with the first
thrust the singer knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He could feel his lover shudder each
time he slammed his cock deeply into the young body; neither one would last very long. Kuma
just hung on for the ride, caressing the erection he had his little pink arms around. The slight
texture to the rabbit’s ‘fur’ created an overload of friction, warming the teen’s cock
considerably.

With the last of his strength, Tatsuha met his lover’s driving erection, and the two of them
climaxed; one after the other. The teen yelled out his lover’s name, and the called lover
responded with a scream of his own, although his was much more musical. The two fell down
onto the bed, Tatsuha had the sheets in a vice grip in one hand, and the other grasped Ryuichi’s.

As both of them began to come down from their sexual high’s, Ryuichi placed gentle kisses
on the pale skin in front of him, before bringing his non-engaged hand into his field of vision.

“Uh-oh… Tats… I think Kuma’s going to need a bath.”

“Yes, I never knew he was such a dirty bunny,” he laughed as and turned his head in order to
look blearily at his lover.

The two smiled at one another and shared a sweet kiss.

A/N: [1] Yes, I never actually went into what Shuichi’s and Yuki’s deal was. There’s a deal
that goes along with that. The reviewer that comes up with the most creative payment for
Shuichi to give, I will write them a one-shot focusing around that deal. Yep, basically I’m bored.
Reviewers have until I put up my next story! Which could possibly be a while. I hope I did a
good job on this story, please let me know!! You all know how to do that!
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