House Of Mirrors

Title: House Of Mirrors.
Author: Ice Angel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own it nor do I imply that I do. I am only borrowing the Gravitation characters and world for my fun, only to return them once I have had my fill of them. (Though they may be slightly more wrinkled/torn/disturbed/or whatever else then when I took them.) Which means I do NOT make money from this!
Warnings: yaoi (male/male), soloM, HJ, lemon, mirror fun (I have no idea what else to call it)
Pairings: Eiri Yuki/Eiri Yuki
Summary: Yuki had a small problem. Actually a big problem, that grew bigger as Shuichi abandoned him at the fair. Now where could Yuki find privacy and fix the problem? Why not the closed House of Mirrors!
A/n: Ok so I was playing around with a Gravitation pairing/plot generator when I got- Eiri Yuki and Eiri Yuki, have sex in a random place and a picture involved. And this came to mind.
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Tugging Shuichi behind a building Yuki pushed the smaller boy against the hard cement building’s wall. Hands attacked the younger boy’s clothes, battling to get inside, while their lips attacked each others.

Moaning deep in his throat, Shuichi broke the kiss, his hips thrusting against the blonde’s sturdy body. His mouth opened as he gasped for air, his cheeks flushing lightly.

Yuki attacked the pure flesh of his lover’s neck. Teeth scrapping along following along until they found the pulse point. Nipping lightly, lips pushed against the pulse point sucking harshly.

Yuki’s hand slid down Shuichi’s body, slipping under the singer’s jeans. Gently he rubbed his lover’s growing erection, watching as the younger boy whimpered and thrusted into Yuki’s hand.

“Mmm,” Shuichi moaned, his eyes closing from pleasure. “M-m-more.”

“Ok,” Yuki whispered. Thumbing the jeans, he opened the button tugging down the clothes until Shuichi’s erection was out.

The pink haired boy gasped as cool air hit his hardening erection. Wrapping a leg around Yuki’s hip, the boy began thrusting into Yuki’s hand. His breaths becoming labored as he felt heat rush to his stomach.

Yuki thrusted his hand quickly, tightening as he slid to the base. Sliding along to the tip, he let his thumb brush over his lover’s tip, watching as the boy bit his hand to keep from screaming out loud.

Shuichi moaned as he reached out pulling Yuki in for a deep kiss. Grunting he kept his lips pressed against Yuki’s, his mind too far into the haze to kiss properly. Yet wanting to feel his lover touching him as much as possible.

Whining in a high pitched voice Shuichi arched his back as he came, his come covering Yuki’s hand. Breaking away he leaned against the wall, a satisfied smile crossing his face.

Yuki pulled away, a hand above Shuichi’s head as leaned against the cooled wall, licking his hand clean.

Having his breathing calm, Shuichi looked up to his lover. “So now what would you like?” He asked, his eyes lowering to Yuki’s crotch. His hand slowly snaked out. Gently he rubbed the cloth covered erection, watching as Yuki’s head lulled to the side. Fingers scrapped at the wall, digging for purchase.

“Keep that up for now!” Yuki growled, his eyes closing as he let his forehead fall against the wall. His breath quickening as he felt the blood rush down. His pulse thundered in his ears, making it almost impossible to hear anything except for his lover’s heated words.

“Shu-I-Chiiiii!” A voice sang out.

Gasping Shuichi pushed away from his lover and the chilled wall. “That‘s Sakuma!” And without a second glance, or thought for his lover who was now leaning against the wall in a state of shock, the singer had run away to meet up with his best friend and best rival.

Yuki stared at the spot against the wall where Shuichi had just stood! Now there was nothing or no one there!

Curses died on the edge of his tongue as Yuki slammed a fist against the wall. The little brat had done it again!

“Next time the brat is going to have to do me before he gets any action!” Yuki muttered darkly. Gold eyes closed as he tried to calm his body. He couldn’t just walk out in public with such a raging erection! Everyone would stare. And of course when they recognized him- it would become the gossip of the town.

‘Think of something else! Think of Taki…Think of old ladies….Old men….Dogs…’

“Damn,” Yuki finally muttered as he turned around until his back was against the wall. Slowly he slid down, his butt connecting harshly with the grassy ground. It wasn’t working…He was just too worked up.

He was going to have to take care of the problem. But not out in the open. Getting caught with someone would have been ok with him. They would have made a story out of it, but hey he was a man. However alone. It would become more perverted then what it was.

Slowly he stood up, trying hard to not think about the tightness of his pants- and how hard it was to walk when they were that tight, his eyes sweeping around. He needed someplace close by that wasn’t busy.

“That‘s it!” Yuki hissed, his heart giving a small leap of joy. Not too far away, with a path hidden from view, was a closed ride. A large black and white sign announcing that the ride was closed for cleaning.

Slowly he made his way up the ride keeping his head hung low, trying to keep away from the view of the people walking around.

“…stupid idiotic brat. If he thinks he is going to get any from me tonight he is so wrong. I‘ll have him being my pet for a week for this crap!”

Yuki muttered the entire way, his pants getting tighter as he walked towards his salvation.

Reaching the side of the ride he looked up, his eyes rolling in annoyance. Of all things!

His head banged against the metal side, a thonk echoing throughout the building.

“Just great! As if a house of mirrors isn’t horrible enough! One that echoes too!”

In other words he was going to have to be quiet. Looking behind him Yuki thought twice about the grassy lot behind the building. Perhaps that would be better. Then at least he could make the noise he wanted.

Yet the worries of being caught were enough to make the novelist continue into the empty building.

Carefully he slipped towards the back, his arms held out as carefully avoided the mirrors.

He had always hated mirror houses. Could never see the fun in watching others run smack dab right into a mirror. It hurt like hell and for some reason the people outside would laugh their heads off.

Reaching towards the back of the house (with only two concussions he swore) Yuki turned around to where the public would be. He did not want to put on a show, especially since there would be mirrors all around. Smiling he was happy to see that the public was hidden from view. At least this wasn’t one of those miniature house of mirrors that barely let you get away from view before exiting.

Looking around, Yuki reached out his arms trying to gage just where he could move without banging into a solid surface a third time. Reaching behind him Yuki reached a solid surface. Before him was another solid surface. Either side being free.

‘That’s good at least, easier to take care of the business.’ Yuki thought as he leaned against the chilled glass behind him.

Eyes closed as Yuki rubbed at his erection, bringing it back to where Shuichi had left off. Moaning breathlessly Yuki slid his feet apart slightly. Hips began to thrust on their own has his hand squeezed and rubbed the clothed erection.

Swallowing hard the blond novelist ripped off his pants, tugging down his boxers. He had been hard too long to play around, his body needing more contact then what it got through clothes.

Grasping his erection, Yuki pumped slowly dragging out the sweet torture. Fingertips brushed against along the underside of his cock, sliding up to the tip. Reaching the tip Yuki swirled around, his feet raising as he arched his back.

His free hand pulled away from the mirror, where it had been scratching against the smooth surface. Reaching up he slipped his hand under his white shirt as he slid his fingers along the muscular chest. Fingers circled the small nub, tweaking and flicking at the dusky nub until it was hardened.

“If only Shuichi was here,” Yuki whispered as his eyes opened to stare at his reflection. Gold eyes stared at the flushed face that stared back at him. Blond hair was mussed from the recent activities…all in all, Yuki looked like a perverted mess. Somehow he knew even if he could explain the events away- there was no way this could ever not look bad.

Eyes traveled down to where his hand hid under his shirt, as he watched himself play with his nipples. Swallowing hard, Yuki felt the blood rush down to his erection, making it thump lightly. Moaning his head banged against the mirror behind him, yet he never looked away his eyes watching the hand under his shirt roll the nipple.

Slowly he slid to the other side, showing it the same attention as the last one. His eyes watching how he moved, watching his body react to the movements.

Already pre-cum was dripping from his erection, allowing his hand to slide easier. Drips fell to the cold metal floor under the novelist. If they didn’t have to clean the house before- they were going to have to now, Yuki decided as his hand rubbed his hardened cock.

Hips thrusted harsher, banging against the mirror behind him as he watched his reflection. Crying out, Yuki bit his lip trying to muffle the sounds a little- remember suddenly that this house echoed.

His free hand fell away from his chest, both nipples now hardened, and traced a line down to his navel. Circling around it slipped back up, this time staying above the shirt as they roamed up. A thumbnail scrapped at the hardened nub, making the novelist cry out.

‘If only Shuichi was here,’ Yuki thought again as his hand reached his shoulder.

Gasping he suddenly realized how he could be! Pulling his clean hand away from his shoulder Yuki bent down, his other hand stilling in their actions, as he dug through his pants’ pockets. Smiling he pulled out a small wallet sized picture of his lover.

Waddling forward Yuki slipped the picture in between the glass and the metal frame at eye level, smiling as he stepped back to look at the picture. Now Shuichi was here! Or at least a picture of him was.

Leaning back against the mirror behind him, Yuki kicked off his shoes. His pants and boxers following suit as he spread his legs out further. Leaning back he rubbed his erection again moaning lightly.

Sticking two fingers into his mouth Yuki sucked on them, his eyes shifting towards the reflection and the picture. Eyes rolled back as Yuki’s hips took control again.

Without even realizing what he was doing, Yuki walked forward to the mirror before him. His sweaty forehead leaned against the cooled glass as he panted. The glass before him fogging up with each breath.

Pulling his fingers away Yuki stared at his reflection, the lust finally snapping the last of his self restraint. Smiling slightly, he pressed against the mirror, his hips sliding along the smooth surface.

Moaning Yuki arched his back as he thrusted, his erection caught between his body and the glass before him. Reaching back with his moistened fingers, Yuki slid them down his lower spine. Quickly he slipped his fingers in as they probed the entrance.

Moaning Yuki pushed his fingers in, hissing as he thrusted them in. His back arched violently pushing his erection harshly into the mirror. His eyes clouded with lust as Yuki thrusted his hips, his fingers thrusting inside of him. Stars exploded behind his lids as Yuki slammed into his sweet spot, fingers curling slightly.

Toes curled as Yuki’s hips sped, his fingers twisting slightly. Looking up, Yuki stared at his close reflection. Swallowing he leaned forward, his lips meeting up with the chilled reflection’s lips.

Moaning deeply he came, his essence falling onto the mirror before him.

Pulling away Yuki stared at the mirror, a strange giddiness falling over him as he stared at the mess he had made. For an instant he felt like a teenager, slipping away and doing what he knew was wrong. Almost how he felt when to screwed Shuichi behind buildings in public places.

Sighing he reached out, making sure to grab the wallet sized picture- slipping it back into his pocket.

Bringing his dirty hand up, Yuki licked at it until it was clean- for once missing how he watched Shuichi suck on his soiled fingers.

Pulling his now clean hand away Yuki slowly grabbed his clothes, carefully dressing away from the mess. He didn’t feel like getting caught now.

Turning behind him, to the clean mirror, he straightened his hair and rubbed at his cheeks, until he looked good enough to slip back out to the public.

Carefully, once again with his hands out before him, Yuki worked his way out of the house of mirrors. He knew tomorrow it would be over the gossip magazines about the pervert that was out on the loose. The one that had used a house of mirrors for their sick gratification.

And of course he would snicker behind the pages as he read the stories, having fun just how far from the truth they were.

Slipping out of the building he walked onto the street, his eyes looking around. Even though the problem was taken care of, if Shuichi thought he was out of trouble he was dead wrong.

Shuichi still had to pay for what he had done. Yuki looked behind him, his cheeks paling slightly. Especially since now he was never going to be able to look at a house of mirrors the same way ever again!