I Need You

I Need You

Shuichi squirmed in his sleep, as two golden eyes watched him like a hawk...

::Yuki POV::

How’d he do it? I’ve never needed anybody to live, but just thinking about living without him... hurts. Damn it... this was never supposed to happen... hell... what was supposed to happen?

The brat’s asleep on my couch... not in my bed... it’s like he’s... afraid to come near me, without me telling him to. Does he even know I need him? Does he really... no, of coarse he does. I can tell, he always tells me so... but why then does he stay distant unless I do otherwise? He get so excited when I approach him, why doesn’t he do the same to me, anymore? Have I really driven him away?

::Normal POV::

Shuichi was curled up upon Yuki’s couch, fast asleep. As he had been when he’d conked out two hours ago. It had been a busy day at the studio with Bad Luck. As a matter of fact, he’d walked in the door, only to completely ignore Yuki and fall upon the couch and drift off. All the while Yuki had watched him from his chair where he’d been taking a break from his latest novel to smoke. And he was puzzled by his lover’s lack of enthusiasm. Now, as the singer tossed and turned upon the sofa, Yuki found himself analyzing this entire relationship. It occurred to Yuki, that Shuichi had no way of knowing how much he meant to the author, for the said novelist never gave him any indication.

Shuichi rolled over on the sofa, from facing the back to the front. And in the process, his shirt rode up to reveal in sizable amount of smooth, toned stomach. It immediately caught Yuki’s vigilant eye, and succeeded in holding it as the vocalist’s stomach muscles rippled under the skin, as he continued to writhe in his sleeping state. Yuki quietly moaned at the singer’s unconscious ministrations. This went on for a few more minutes, then Shuichi flipped over so he was laying on his stomach, ass slightly risen in the air...

It was all Yuki could take, he growled as he stood and crossed the room to where his lover slept soundly. He lifted his leg and laid his knee between his lover and the back of the couch, his other foot remaining rooted upon the floor. Yuki was now basically straddling Shuichi’s tight ass, and he thought he saw the singer smile in his sleep when his hardening parts pressed against the boy’s back. Yuki leaned down, hands planted on either side of the vocalist, and let his lips brush the boy’s neck lightly before nipping the same boy’s ear, just hard enough to rouse the sleeping Shuichi.

“Yu...”

“Shhh.” Yuki hissed as he crashed his own lips upon the songster’s exposed ones. Shuichi quickly responded to the author and rolled over under his weight, grasping the man’s sides, pulling them even closer together, if that was possible.

Shuichi felt Yuki’s tongue swipe his lips and said lips eagerly parted of their own accord. Soon, the lovers were both panting into the kiss, lips millimeters apart and heavy breaths mingling upon each other’s faces.

When the kiss was resumed, a grinding motion was introduced into their erotic dance, and Shuichi hastily arched into Yuki, two hardened erections brushed each other, and the two paused to moan noisily.

“We need to move.” Yuki whispered huskily, and Shuichi nodded while wrapping his lengthy legs around Yuki’s hips, thrusting their erections together once more. Stifling a raging groan, Yuki rose from the sofa to transfer this session to the comfort of the bedroom. But as they passed through the hall Shuichi choose to give Yuki a small lick on his neck. Unable to continue, Yuki collapsed to his knees in the middle of the hallway. Shuichi pulled back a little and looked into the author’s flushed face, a mischievous grin fixed on his face; one that if this was any other time, Yuki would wonder the meaning behind it, but a pressure in southern regions strongly pushed him to do otherwise.

The novelist shoved Shuichi onto the floor, once again planting his hands on either side of his victim, or was he Shuichi’s victim? He didn’t care as he crushed their bruised lips together. Kneading each other’s mouths together, Yuki felt his lover’s hands travel from his side to the hem of his pants, and make quick work of undoing them... the brat was getting good. Their hips parted briefly to allow Yuki to remove his constricting clothing. The author sighed into Shuichi’s lips as his member was freed from it’s containment, then ground his liberated cock against Shuichi’s very clothed pelvis, causing the singer to cry out in frustration and need. His cry urged Yuki on more, but Shuichi wasn’t totally helpless. The smaller man instantly grasped his tormentor’s lapel and ripped open the shirt at its buttons, not caring if Yuki disliked his vandalism, and luckily, the novelist didn’t mind. In fact, he was turned on even more by the boy’s intense desire.

It was then Yuki noticed how Shuichi had managed to undress him first. It had always been Shuichi who was stripped early on, but this time, the boy had peeled the author like a banana. Yuki was getting weak... or Shuichi was getting strong... Whatever the case, Yuki didn’t regret it, or the primal look in Shuichi’s eyes. The purple orbs shimmered with unrestrained lust, and now, Yuki felt challenged to live up to this longing. He now aimed to satisfy. The boy had asked for it.

Yuki ripped Shuichi’s clothes from his lithe body in one moment, but Shuichi didn’t care for the state of his clothing either. Now, both winded men lay upon the hallway floor in nothing but underwear, their gasps resonating throughout the apartment... and they also weren’t lost to the recent trespasser.

Tatsuha had just entered his brother’s apartment when he heard a series of gasps and moans coming from the bedroom. Being the freak the monk was, he started toward his brother and friend’s inner sanctum. But he was met with a surprise when he reached the hall. The noisy lovers were lying upon the hallway floor, a writhing tangle of sweaty limbs, glistening in the modest light. Tatsuha felt his breathing catch when his eyes fell upon the discarded clothing strewn about their vicinity. He watched with an open mouth as his own flesh and blood tore two pairs of underwear from their bodies, casting it away with the other garments. If he thought that was erotic, he was unprepared for what happened next.

Yuki stared down at his prey with thirsty eyes. They sparkled at the sight below him. His lithe lover was breathless with desire, desire for him. Inside he swelled with pride that he was the one who satisfied Japan’s favorite pop star, when the rest of the country longed for what only he was privileged to have. It wasn’t a super model, or even Ryuichi Sakuma who made love to Shuichi, as it very well could be. It was Yuki Eiri and no one else who stroked Shuichi’s member. And it was no one else who could hear his lover’s desperate cry for more. No one else could lean there head towards Shuichi’s and kiss him like there was no tomorrow, or pump that same boy’s member within an inch of cumming. It Yuki and Yuki only who could position themselves above Shuichi’s tight opening.

Yuki sighed at the thought. He had taken Shuichi’s virginity, and he had no intention of giving it to anyone else. It was this notion alone that ran through Yuki’s mind as he prepared to plunge into Shuichi’s dark cavity, until a protesting exclamation from Shuichi halted him in mid thrust.

“No... Yuki! Not... dry.” Shuichi gasped. Yuki chuckled as he grabbed Shuichi’s hand from where it rested on his hip. He slowly brought his lover’s hand to his mouth. Shuichi gazed at him with a look of confusion, and it wasn’t until Yuki engulfed the singer’s pointer and middle finger in his mouth that Shuichi realize that they weren’t moving to get lube, not that either of them wanted to move.

Tatsuha began to drool when Yuki inserted his lover’s fingers between his lips. He watched his brother in newfound awe as he sucked on Shuichi’s fingers for a few moments, and as he drew them out, he licked them a few times as if he was lapping up honey from the boy’s fingers. Shuichi’s hungry moan was clear through the sexually thick air. Then he heard his brother’s stifled howl as Shuichi seized the blonde’s cock in his delicate fists. Though Tatsuha couldn’t see the boy’s ministrations, he felt as if he could feel his brother’s bliss as if it was his own. It was as if Shuichi was rubbing his thumbs over Tatsuha’s velvety head, which was pressing painfully up against his jeans.

Shuichi fingered Yuki’s erection and watched contentedly as Yuki groaned, gasped and bucked under his touch. Yuki felt like he was going to blow under such torture. He hastily brushed Shuichi’s hands away and wet his own fingers with his own saliva. He swiftly wet Shuichi’s entrance and was rewarded with a rearing of his lover’s hips. After he slicked his own cock, he lowered himself toward Shuichi’s access, and he didn’t hesitate before plunging inside his lover. He saw Shuichi’s customary wince before losing himself in the pleasure of Shuichi’s tightness. He captured Shuichi’s lips in a passionate kiss, and they both moaned into it as Yuki began pounding Shuichi into the floor. His pink-haired lover cringed as his back collided with the floor over and over, but the pain was outweighed by the intense pleasure that Yuki was filling him with.

As Yuki made work of pleasuring Shuichi, the said singer wrapped his arms around Yuki’s back. He was getting dizzy from the scent of sex that wafted around them and he felt need growing in his navel. The pressure developing was becoming unbearable and he illustrated his yearning to Yuki via clawing his lover’s back in long lines from spine to lovehandle. The violence only egged Yuki on.

Tatsuha marveled at the intensity of the duo’s sex. Shuichi had begun to score Yuki’s back in desperation, longing for release as the bigger lover thrust into the pop star relentlessly. Mixed groans, moans, cries and sighs tickled the air. Shuichi higher pitched cries were mottled with Yuki’s panting grunts... a symphony of sensuality. Suddenly Yuki cried out in confusion.

Shuichi pulled back, exposing Yuki’s shaft to the harsh dry air. Yuki made a grab for the boy, but he nimbly executed a flawless backroll, putting more distance between the two. He sat perched on his hands and knees, crouching provocatively for both Yuki and Tatsuha to view. He looked up past Yuki’s head straight into Tatsuha’s perverted stare. His violet eyes widened, but he needed release to badly to stop and have the invader removed. He never brought the intruder to his partner’s attention. Bring his gaze back to his denied lover; he slowly and seductively crawled over to the perspiring author, whose growls rang throughout the room.

Bending his elbows, Shuichi began to lower his head... Tatsuha couldn’t see after that, but he had a pretty good idea what Yuki was going through judging by his frantic panting and the way he anxiously tangled his hand’s in Shuichi’s pink hair. Then Yuki did what he never thought his brother would ever do, he emitted the loudest moan yet, followed by a raspy “Shuichiiiiiii!”
Did he just moan his lover’s name? The Great and In Control Yuki being seduced like this by Shuichi? He never thought he’d see the day...

But Shuichi wasn’t done yet. He gently bit down on Yuki before pulling back, Yuki’s seed dripping from his grinning maw. Yuki moaned once more before pulling Shuichi to him, engulfing both of them in a heated by loving kiss- in Yuki language that meant a job well done. They were both kneeling, but Shuichi wasn’t satisfied, so neither was Yuki. But before the novelist could do anything, he felt a tug on his limp member. Shuichi small hand was pulling him toward the bedroom, and Yuki gladly obliged, now able to walk, a luxury that was quickly diminishing, as Yuki grew aroused once more, he carried the aching Shuichi into his bedroom.

Tatsuha didn’t follow them, for he had new problems to attend to, and Shuichi brief glare as they had retreated into Yuki’s bedroom hadn’t been inviting. So the monk just waddled into the bathroom to take care of his...


Half an hour later, Yuki rolled off of his lover, both panting breathlessly. Yuki took their immobilization as a chance to glance into Shuichi’s eyes, to convey the words he never managed to say, but Shuichi’s eyes were closed in exhaustion, but the panting boy wasn’t asleep. Yuki closed his eyes in frustration at his lost chance. For a few minutes, the only sound that filled the room was their ragged breathing. Then Shuichi spoke.

“What took you so long?” He sighed with breathless amusement.

Yuki’s eyes snapped open. “What?”

“I sat there forever waiting for you to do something. Anything.” Shuichi chuckled to his huffing lover next to him.

“You planned...”

“Your little moan woke me up, so I thought... I’d make your night interesting. Did you like it?” Shuichi asked, gaze drifting over to his winded partner.

Yuki took a moment to muster enough energy before he rolled so that he had one arm pinned to the bed on the other side of Shuichi. The novelist stared deep into his lover’s eyes, and Shuichi felt his breath hitch. The author was the next to speak. “I loved it.”

Shuichi’s glowing eyes widened at Yuki obvious intentions at this statement. That was as close as Yuki’d ever come to saying those words... and Yuki graced Shuichi with a small smile, seeing that the boy had caught his meaning.

“Yuki...” Shuichi mumbled, before his mouth was captured in a loving kiss.

“You guys are going again are you?” A voice whined from the door. Yuki turned sharply to glare at his brother in the doorway. The silk sheet covering his and Shuichi’s lower bodies was the same shade of red as Yuki’s face. Shuichi propped himself up on his elbows and gave Tatsuha his own scornful glare. “What?” Tatsuha asked the angry singer, “You didn’t tell me to leave.” Yuki then rounded on his lover.

“You knew he was here?” Yuki scoffed, exasperation tingeing his still rugged voice.

“A little to late, yes.” Shuichi confessed, but he sat up with Yuki before the blonde could answer. “Would you really have stopped to throw him out?” Shuichi continued with a defiant stare.

Yuki’s look softened, “Hell no.” He whispered, before kissing his lover once more. “But now, is a different story.” He growled, returning his attention to his brother...

Shuichi smiled as he heard Tatsuha’s body fly out the apartment door and fall to the ground. Moments later Yuki was in the bedroom doorways. They just stare at each other before Shuichi smiled “I love you, too, Yuki.” He whispered. A smile crept onto Yuki’s face as he returned to the bed, need in his eyes... but it wasn’t completely of lust.