Seme!Shuichi.
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kageotogiBecause I seem to have a thing for Shuichi when he's intoxicated... *coughs*
Disclaimer: don't shoot me. ^^ I just wanted to write smut, so here it is. I don't own anything, not even the blurb of "Yuki's" book in the beginning (which I stole from one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fookme's romance novels). So live with it!
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...she'd intended to remove his shirt while he had his fill of her, but the minute his tongue connected with her nipple, she forgot everything except the desire to feel him suckle and flick her incredibly sensitive flesh. He took his time arousing her, buoying her breast with his hand, sampling her skin as though it was a fine and precious fruit, whispering descriptions of his pleasure in fine detail. She almost couldn't take it. The words, the adoration. The complete and total arousal. And then he was suddenly...
"Yuki! Tadaima~aaa!!!"
Yuki Eiri, romance novelists and Japan's number two "bachelor of the year" (the magazine didn't seem to want to take Shuichi into account; the pink-haired brat had been upset over that for quite some time before Yuki pointed out that the brat had made number three on the list), cursed as the front door was thrown open. The noise made him lose his train of thought and he forgot the emotions he was trying to throw into his latest novel. He glared at the screen of his computer, just daring himself to try and recover his wits long enough to at least finish his sentence, but he couldn't do it.
Shuichi lumbered in through the door. "Didn't you hear me, Yuki? I came and said Tadaima! You're supposed to say 'Okaeri' now!"
Groaning inwardly, Yuki reached for a cigarette and a lighter. Catching the movement, Shuichi darted in and plucked the cigarette box out of Yuki's hand, smiling cockily.
"Nuh-uh-uh," he scolded in a sing-song voice. "Smoking is bad for you, Yuki! You shouldn't do that sort of thing so often or you're gonna die of lung cancer or something."
Yuki sniffed the air. Was that...? "Drinking is bad for you, too," he pointed out with a growl, correctly identifying the smell that lingered on Shuichi's breath. "Don't come home after drinking and then preach to me about my smoking."
"Na~aaa, Yuki," Shuichi said in a sort of whining tone. He dropped the box on the floor, much to Yuki's dismay, and circled his arms around Yuki's neck. "We were holding a party for Sakano-san because he finally got himself a girlfriend. It took him long enough; he's been chasing after what's-her-face in the recording room for ages."
"Hurrah," Yuki said dryly, trying to display his obvious disinterest.
Shuichi murmured something in what was almost a sultry manner. "Mmm, Yuki... Hiro and I were talking about stuff and he came up with a really good idea. You're always up for trying new things when we're making love, right?"
"It's called 'having sex', not 'making love'. Making love is only for dime-store harlequin novels and people who don't know any better. But yes, I suppose so. What did he come up with?" he asked. He felt Shuichi start to nuzzle his face into Yuki's neck, so the blond shifted in his seat to make things more comfortable for him.
"Na~aa, you know how you're always the one on top?"
Yuki's heart lept into his mouth and he stiffened. "NO," he said firmly. "There is no way in hell that I'm going to let you do that, not while I am still capable of protesting it."
"Aw," Shuichi whined, "why not?"
"You know why not."
Shuichi kissed Yuki's neck gently. "Na~aa, you can't use that as an excuse anymore, Yuki. I know what that Kita-whatever tutor guy did to you, but you know what Tachi Aizawa did to me, too. And I know the situation wasn't exactly the same or nothing, but you've had years and years to recover. Besides," Shuichi said, kissing Yuki's earlobe, "I love you."
Yuki shivered, mostly because of the earlobe thing. Why did the idiot always aim for his ears? And he did have to admit that Shuichi had a point; Yuki tended to forget that Shuichi had been touched by someone other than himself. And how long had Shuichi had to recover from that incident before Yuki had gone ahead and fucked him raw? One week? Two? And Shuichi had winced and cried for most of it, even though Yuki had been unusually gentle, but he had never once asked for Yuki to stop. And Yuki would have stopped, had Shuichi asked him to.
"You seriously want to try this, don't you?" Yuki asked incredulously, feeling his resolve start to melt away.
Shuichi nodded and giggled a little. "Yeah."
Yuki sighed. "I'll think about it. But we're never doing anything like that while you're tipsy like this--you're going to sober up first before I even consider trusting you with something like that, understand?" He was stalling and he knew it. He could tell that Shuichi really wasn't very drunk--he must have had only one or two drinks and he was only the slightest bit buzzed--but he was hoping it was enough to make Shuichi forget about the whole thing.
"Okay." Shuichi was eating his hair now, which Yuki didn't particularly like. He turned around so that he was facing the boy and removed his hair from Shuichi's mouth with a shade of disgust.
"Go to bed."
Shuichi pouted. "But it's only eight o'clock! I don't want to go to bed! I want to watch TV and talk to you and stuff like that!"
Yuki scowled. "You're going to bed because I don't want you distracting me right now and I don't feel like talking. Go. Now."
Shuichi pouted. "Fine, but I want you to come with me. You didn't go to sleep last night and that's not good for you!"
"I'm going to smoke."
"Yuki~iii..."
Yuki sighed. "I'll go to bed when I'm done smoking, fair?"
"Okay. But only two cigarettes, Yuki," Shuichi insisted, holding up three fingers.
Yuki rolled his eyes and then pushed Shuichi away from him roughly. "Fine. I'll only have two, happy? Now go to bed."
"Oka~aay," Shuichi said in a sing-song voice. Then, on his way out of the room, he stuck out his tongue. "G'night Yuki!"
Yuki grunted, picking up his cigarettes from off the floor. He took one out of the box, put it to his lips, and lit it. The nicotene buzz came almost immediatly, melting away all the stress and strain from the past few minutes. He took a very slow drag, his eyes slipping shut as the nicotine melded with his senses. Yuki loved his cigarettes. There was something comforting about cigarettes that made him ignore the constant nagging and whining he was always getting from Shuichi... These buzzes were his own personal nirvana.
Why had that damn Nakano person brought the idea to Shuichi's mind? Why had Shuichi decided to ask him about it? Damn it, why had Yuki agreed to think about it? He knew what he was going to tell the baka, although it was against his best interests. Shit. He dragged from his cigarette again. Shuichi didn't go on and on and on about anything unless he genuinely wanted something; Yuki knew that very well. Shit. He was getting soft; he couldn't say 'no' to the boy when he was like this. Still...
The night came and went and Yuki smoked cigarette after cigarette, forgetting his promise of going to bed. Nine a.m. rolled around before Yuki heard Shuichi stir. He dashed out his cigarette quickly.
"Yuki~iii," he heard Shuichi groan. "My head hurts and I really have to pee."
"Good for you."
After making a quick visit to the washroom, Shuichi came in again. Yawning in Yuki's face, he frowned. "You never went to bed," he accused. "You're in the same clothes as yesterday and the room still smells like cigarette smoke." Yuki didn't answer, but he did turn and stare at his computer screen a little more. Shuichi sighed and rested his head on top of Yuki's, digging his chin into Yuki's scalp. "You're gonna end up killing yourself," he said.
"Good."
Even though Shuichi was used to Yuki speaking like that, he pouted and stood on his tip-toes so that he could bend over nearly double and look Yuki in the face. Yuki found himself staring down the space between the inside of Shuichi's nose and his upper lip and rolled his eyes in exasperation, looking away.
"You shouldn't talk like that," Shuichi pointed out. Yuki decided that upper lip was looking very tempting and tilted his head up so he could nip at it. Shuichi yelped when he did it and then pulled away, rubbing his lip. "That hurt," he accused.
"Shut up; I have work to do."
Shuichi shrugged. "Okey dokey. I've got the day off from the work, so I guess I'll just take a shower or something, okay?"
Yuki didn't answer, but he heard Shuichi leave after a while and the water start to run in the bathroom. He went back to his novel.
And then he was suddenly gone. She grabbed her shirt from the heap on the floor and punched her fists into the arms. Why had he stopped? What had she done?
"Yuki~iii..."
Shuichi was out of the shower. Yuki sighed. Well, at least he'd managed to finish his sentence this time around.
"What?"
"Did you ever get around to thinking about what I was telling you yesterday?"
Yuki realized just then that he could just say he was still thinking about it and Shuichi would be content. The baka would understand and eventually he would forget about it. But Yuki couldn't bring himself to do it and so turned to face the boy and nodded.
"Yes, I've thought about it."
"And...?"
Yuki sighed. "One time. Got that? Just one time. And then we forget it ever happened, you never bring it up again, and it's all over. Just one time."
Shuichi catapulted himself into Yuki's lap. "Oooo~oooh, Yuki, you're not gonna regret it! I'll make sure it's nothing like what happened to you with Kita-whats-his-face and I'll be really nice and--"
"Shut up, baka."
"Shutting up." Shuichi grinned, giving Yuki a sloppy kiss on the mouth, and then walked out of the room, supposedly to start mixing cereal and milk together in a bowl to create cereal.
Go on to Part Two?
Disclaimer: don't shoot me. ^^ I just wanted to write smut, so here it is. I don't own anything, not even the blurb of "Yuki's" book in the beginning (which I stole from one of
fookme's romance novels). So live with it!...she'd intended to remove his shirt while he had his fill of her, but the minute his tongue connected with her nipple, she forgot everything except the desire to feel him suckle and flick her incredibly sensitive flesh. He took his time arousing her, buoying her breast with his hand, sampling her skin as though it was a fine and precious fruit, whispering descriptions of his pleasure in fine detail. She almost couldn't take it. The words, the adoration. The complete and total arousal. And then he was suddenly...
"Yuki! Tadaima~aaa!!!"
Yuki Eiri, romance novelists and Japan's number two "bachelor of the year" (the magazine didn't seem to want to take Shuichi into account; the pink-haired brat had been upset over that for quite some time before Yuki pointed out that the brat had made number three on the list), cursed as the front door was thrown open. The noise made him lose his train of thought and he forgot the emotions he was trying to throw into his latest novel. He glared at the screen of his computer, just daring himself to try and recover his wits long enough to at least finish his sentence, but he couldn't do it.
Shuichi lumbered in through the door. "Didn't you hear me, Yuki? I came and said Tadaima! You're supposed to say 'Okaeri' now!"
Groaning inwardly, Yuki reached for a cigarette and a lighter. Catching the movement, Shuichi darted in and plucked the cigarette box out of Yuki's hand, smiling cockily.
"Nuh-uh-uh," he scolded in a sing-song voice. "Smoking is bad for you, Yuki! You shouldn't do that sort of thing so often or you're gonna die of lung cancer or something."
Yuki sniffed the air. Was that...? "Drinking is bad for you, too," he pointed out with a growl, correctly identifying the smell that lingered on Shuichi's breath. "Don't come home after drinking and then preach to me about my smoking."
"Na~aaa, Yuki," Shuichi said in a sort of whining tone. He dropped the box on the floor, much to Yuki's dismay, and circled his arms around Yuki's neck. "We were holding a party for Sakano-san because he finally got himself a girlfriend. It took him long enough; he's been chasing after what's-her-face in the recording room for ages."
"Hurrah," Yuki said dryly, trying to display his obvious disinterest.
Shuichi murmured something in what was almost a sultry manner. "Mmm, Yuki... Hiro and I were talking about stuff and he came up with a really good idea. You're always up for trying new things when we're making love, right?"
"It's called 'having sex', not 'making love'. Making love is only for dime-store harlequin novels and people who don't know any better. But yes, I suppose so. What did he come up with?" he asked. He felt Shuichi start to nuzzle his face into Yuki's neck, so the blond shifted in his seat to make things more comfortable for him.
"Na~aa, you know how you're always the one on top?"
Yuki's heart lept into his mouth and he stiffened. "NO," he said firmly. "There is no way in hell that I'm going to let you do that, not while I am still capable of protesting it."
"Aw," Shuichi whined, "why not?"
"You know why not."
Shuichi kissed Yuki's neck gently. "Na~aa, you can't use that as an excuse anymore, Yuki. I know what that Kita-whatever tutor guy did to you, but you know what Tachi Aizawa did to me, too. And I know the situation wasn't exactly the same or nothing, but you've had years and years to recover. Besides," Shuichi said, kissing Yuki's earlobe, "I love you."
Yuki shivered, mostly because of the earlobe thing. Why did the idiot always aim for his ears? And he did have to admit that Shuichi had a point; Yuki tended to forget that Shuichi had been touched by someone other than himself. And how long had Shuichi had to recover from that incident before Yuki had gone ahead and fucked him raw? One week? Two? And Shuichi had winced and cried for most of it, even though Yuki had been unusually gentle, but he had never once asked for Yuki to stop. And Yuki would have stopped, had Shuichi asked him to.
"You seriously want to try this, don't you?" Yuki asked incredulously, feeling his resolve start to melt away.
Shuichi nodded and giggled a little. "Yeah."
Yuki sighed. "I'll think about it. But we're never doing anything like that while you're tipsy like this--you're going to sober up first before I even consider trusting you with something like that, understand?" He was stalling and he knew it. He could tell that Shuichi really wasn't very drunk--he must have had only one or two drinks and he was only the slightest bit buzzed--but he was hoping it was enough to make Shuichi forget about the whole thing.
"Okay." Shuichi was eating his hair now, which Yuki didn't particularly like. He turned around so that he was facing the boy and removed his hair from Shuichi's mouth with a shade of disgust.
"Go to bed."
Shuichi pouted. "But it's only eight o'clock! I don't want to go to bed! I want to watch TV and talk to you and stuff like that!"
Yuki scowled. "You're going to bed because I don't want you distracting me right now and I don't feel like talking. Go. Now."
Shuichi pouted. "Fine, but I want you to come with me. You didn't go to sleep last night and that's not good for you!"
"I'm going to smoke."
"Yuki~iii..."
Yuki sighed. "I'll go to bed when I'm done smoking, fair?"
"Okay. But only two cigarettes, Yuki," Shuichi insisted, holding up three fingers.
Yuki rolled his eyes and then pushed Shuichi away from him roughly. "Fine. I'll only have two, happy? Now go to bed."
"Oka~aay," Shuichi said in a sing-song voice. Then, on his way out of the room, he stuck out his tongue. "G'night Yuki!"
Yuki grunted, picking up his cigarettes from off the floor. He took one out of the box, put it to his lips, and lit it. The nicotene buzz came almost immediatly, melting away all the stress and strain from the past few minutes. He took a very slow drag, his eyes slipping shut as the nicotine melded with his senses. Yuki loved his cigarettes. There was something comforting about cigarettes that made him ignore the constant nagging and whining he was always getting from Shuichi... These buzzes were his own personal nirvana.
Why had that damn Nakano person brought the idea to Shuichi's mind? Why had Shuichi decided to ask him about it? Damn it, why had Yuki agreed to think about it? He knew what he was going to tell the baka, although it was against his best interests. Shit. He dragged from his cigarette again. Shuichi didn't go on and on and on about anything unless he genuinely wanted something; Yuki knew that very well. Shit. He was getting soft; he couldn't say 'no' to the boy when he was like this. Still...
The night came and went and Yuki smoked cigarette after cigarette, forgetting his promise of going to bed. Nine a.m. rolled around before Yuki heard Shuichi stir. He dashed out his cigarette quickly.
"Yuki~iii," he heard Shuichi groan. "My head hurts and I really have to pee."
"Good for you."
After making a quick visit to the washroom, Shuichi came in again. Yawning in Yuki's face, he frowned. "You never went to bed," he accused. "You're in the same clothes as yesterday and the room still smells like cigarette smoke." Yuki didn't answer, but he did turn and stare at his computer screen a little more. Shuichi sighed and rested his head on top of Yuki's, digging his chin into Yuki's scalp. "You're gonna end up killing yourself," he said.
"Good."
Even though Shuichi was used to Yuki speaking like that, he pouted and stood on his tip-toes so that he could bend over nearly double and look Yuki in the face. Yuki found himself staring down the space between the inside of Shuichi's nose and his upper lip and rolled his eyes in exasperation, looking away.
"You shouldn't talk like that," Shuichi pointed out. Yuki decided that upper lip was looking very tempting and tilted his head up so he could nip at it. Shuichi yelped when he did it and then pulled away, rubbing his lip. "That hurt," he accused.
"Shut up; I have work to do."
Shuichi shrugged. "Okey dokey. I've got the day off from the work, so I guess I'll just take a shower or something, okay?"
Yuki didn't answer, but he heard Shuichi leave after a while and the water start to run in the bathroom. He went back to his novel.
And then he was suddenly gone. She grabbed her shirt from the heap on the floor and punched her fists into the arms. Why had he stopped? What had she done?
"Yuki~iii..."
Shuichi was out of the shower. Yuki sighed. Well, at least he'd managed to finish his sentence this time around.
"What?"
"Did you ever get around to thinking about what I was telling you yesterday?"
Yuki realized just then that he could just say he was still thinking about it and Shuichi would be content. The baka would understand and eventually he would forget about it. But Yuki couldn't bring himself to do it and so turned to face the boy and nodded.
"Yes, I've thought about it."
"And...?"
Yuki sighed. "One time. Got that? Just one time. And then we forget it ever happened, you never bring it up again, and it's all over. Just one time."
Shuichi catapulted himself into Yuki's lap. "Oooo~oooh, Yuki, you're not gonna regret it! I'll make sure it's nothing like what happened to you with Kita-whats-his-face and I'll be really nice and--"
"Shut up, baka."
"Shutting up." Shuichi grinned, giving Yuki a sloppy kiss on the mouth, and then walked out of the room, supposedly to start mixing cereal and milk together in a bowl to create cereal.
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Date: 2003-12-09 07:46 pm (UTC)I'M JOKING!!! XDDDDDD
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Date: 2003-12-09 07:54 pm (UTC)Shuichi/Yuki/Snowball... Remind me of that sometime in the near future (after they get Snowball back).
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Date: 2003-12-09 08:05 pm (UTC)Nyaa, I was thinking the ferret could act as a sort of sex-toy type thing... We should RP that or something. XDDDD
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Date: 2003-12-09 08:21 pm (UTC)And I'm serious about rp-ing the Shuichi/Yuki/Snowball thing. ^_~
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Date: 2003-12-09 08:27 pm (UTC)Haruka: Whatever happen to the twims fetish? Did it get boring or something O_o?
Yuki: Twin Shuichis is a nightmare
Haruka: ......point taken........
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Date: 2003-12-09 08:33 pm (UTC)No one said it had to go up anyone's ass... My point is that Snowball is fuzzy and fun and everyone knows fuzzy things are fun to play with, so... *giggles* What if Snowball just randomly wandered in doing one of their sex sessions and started crawling around on the bed?
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Date: 2003-12-20 06:26 pm (UTC)I absolutely LOVE your writing style; it's very humorous. And you haven't made Yuki a complete bastard, like 80% of Gravi authors. Keep it up! :) *scurries off to read the next part*
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Date: 2003-12-21 01:54 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading. *bows*
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Date: 2003-12-21 02:04 pm (UTC)And you're very welcome!