Author: Lipstickcat
E-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Tatsuha/Shuichi, also, kinda Tatsuha/Ryuichi and Yuki/Shuichi
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: What could have happened if Yuki hadn�t come home�
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: None of the cute bishies in my head belong to me *sniff*
Notes: Long explanation. This is one of my many experiments in the realm of �what if�?� The question being; �what if Yuki hadn�t returned home just as Tatsuha started getting hot and heavy with Shuichi?� Heavily based on the manga; the scene up to where Tatsuha is wondering what makes his brother so special is taken directly from the manga� Probably some anime influence here too, as it was what I saw first, and gave birth to the original bunny� Sorry for OOCness, its my first Gravi fic� Um, sorry for the crappy title�.
� Enjoy ^_^
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�You look like Ryuichi.�
Shuichi couldn�t believe his ears. Someone had noticed. He was still mid buzz about finding someone else who adored Sakuma as much as he. Without thought, he flopped back against Tatsuha and told him that he styled his hair after their hero and used the same herbal shampoo. It wasn�t unexpected when Eiri�s brother buried his nose in his hair to smell it.
Tatsuha continued with the flattery, telling him that he had the same kind of build and face. Shuichi was so wrapped up in his own ego that he didn�t even notice Tatsuha�s hands creeping around his waist and under his sweatshirt until the other teenager was groping his chest, slyly brushing thumbs across nipples to get them to harden.
Tatsuha told him that it probably felt like this to hold Ryuichi. Shuichi had never thought of it that way before.
�I�m told I look like my brother. Do you think so?� Tatsuha spoke softly.
Shuichi didn�t answer. Yes, he did look a lot like Yuki, he even sounded like him. It was like a strange, more friendly, alternate universe Yuki Eiri, with different colour eyes and hair. But he didn�t say it. Shuichi was starting to get a sinking feeling.
�It�s not just the face,� Tatsuha leaned closer, his voice dropping to whisper as his warm breath ghosted over Shuichi�s ear. �I bet you I fuck like him too.�
Shuichi began to struggle in Tatsuha�s arms then. He back peddled, turned down the other�s offer to �test the theory�.
�While we do it, you can call me Eiri, and I�ll call you Ryuichi�� Tatsuha was persistent.
�You may be into dudes, but I�m not!� Shuichi cried, trying to stand up.
Tatsuha pulled him back down with a bump, wrapping his arms around him tightly and pressing his mouth against the singer�s neck. His hand slipped over cycling short covered thighs, fingers working on prising away the hands that Shuichi was using to cover his groin.
�Don�t lie. I know you sleep with my brother.�
He couldn�t understand why Shuichi was trying so valiantly to resist him. Eiri was equally as promiscuous as he. Why bother saving yourself for someone who was probably busy bedding some empty-headed bimbo right now? He was so alike his brother, save a few superficial differences, wouldn�t he make a suitable alternative in his absence? Why was Yuki different? Why was he special?
A thought occurred to him. He�d only heard snippets of second hand conversations through his sister, but he was pretty sure that she�d said something about Eiri telling her that Shuichi was inexperienced. She�d said something about the kid not knowing what he wanted. That he protested loudly, but said that he wanted him in the same breath. Or something like that�
Shuichi sounded pretty mixed up, now that he thought about it. But maybe it was the same case now; it would explain the confused babblings about them both being guys and not being gay.
Tatsuha shifted back a bit, pulling away from the pink haired boy. Shuichi began to turn around, his mouth open to speak, but before he got the chance, Tatsuha had crawled around him and straddled his legs. It only took the gentlest of pushes against his chest for Shuichi to be flat on his back. The young monk took his chance and dipped down, pinning the other�s wrists to the floor, before crushing his mouth against Shuichi�s.
Shuichi gasped into his mouth. He wriggled and bucked beneath Tatsuha, tried to pull his arms away. Tatsuha smiled to himself, he was enjoying the feeling of their bodies rubbing together.
�So, what do you say? Will you be Ryuichi for me?� he murmured against his captive�s lips.
�No,� Shuichi replied, but his breath was short and the denial was a hoarse sound.
Tatsuha released one hand and let it travel down the length of Shuichi�s body. He brushed over the lycra shorts and rubbed against the growing bulge there. Shuichi couldn�t help but gasp and raise his hips into the touch. Tatsuha released the other arm as Shuichi�s arousal hardened beneath his palm.
�Are you sure you don�t want me to be Eiri for you?� he kissed and nipped at the corner of Shuichi�s jaw.
Shuichi shook his head. Then he nodded. Then he shook his head again. Tatsuha pulled back slightly and dipped down to push Shuichi�s t-shirt up. The singer�s hands rose and rested on his shoulders, neither pushing him away nor encouraging him on.
�I� Want�� Shuichi gasped.
�What do you want?� Tatsuha trailed his tongue over Shuichi�s stomach, tasting the slightest tang of salt on the skin and leaving a glittering trail. He was sure Ryuichi�s flesh would taste like this.
��. Yuki!� Shuichi�s whimper sounded distressed.
Tatsuha sat up and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side. He returned to Shuichi�s mouth and kissed him again. This time, Shuichi returned it. Their mouths moved together softly and slowly, tasting each other between shared sighs. Shuichi�s hands rose hesitantly and travelled up the cotton of the top that the priest had been wearing beneath his shirt until they twined into his hair, smooth and fluffy, just like Yuki�s.
�Say his name,� Tatsuha urged as he kissed a trail down to Shuichi�s collarbone.
Shuichi hesitated, but then a warm hand returned to his groin.
�Ah�. Yuki�,� he moaned as his hips bucked against the friction caused.
�Mmm� Ryuichi�,� Tatsuha muttered into Shuichi�s neck.
Moving back, Tatsuha peeled Shuichi�s shorts away and stripped them from his legs, along with his trainers and socks. Grabbing both of the pink haired boy�s arms, he pulled him upright and divested him of his sweatshirt as well, before pushing him back to the floor. Carefully, he spread Shuichi�s legs, catching sight of the worried expression on the other�s face. With a grin, he ducked down and scooped up Shuichi�s arousal, licking the head before swallowing the length in one go. He was well practised at this.
�Yuki!� exclaimed Shuichi, even as his foggy mind pointed out that Yuki had never done anything like this for him.
Hands fastened tightly in Tatsuha�s hair, alternately pushing and pulling, the owner not quite in enough control to follow the rhythm of his bobbing head. Ryuchi would have his hands in his hair. Ryuichi would be moaning and sobbing just like this. And it would all be because of him, of the pleasure he was giving him.
Letting go of Shuichi�s erection, Tatsuha kissed and licked his way up Shuichi�s body, stopping and worrying a nipple with his teeth. Shuichi squirmed beneath him, shrieking, hands pawing at the monk�s clothing, fisting and pulling at it as shivers ran through his body.
Tatsuha reached Shuichi�s mouth again. He paused, taking in all the features that were like Ryuichi, and then descended, claiming his lips hungrily. Shuichi responded with a passion, consuming the mouth of the teen above him. He accepted his tongue as if it was a natural progression and his moans vibrated through the two of them.
Tatsuha sat up. He knew his brother must keep some lube handy somewhere. If he was anything like him, and he was, he�d have it within easy reach. He barely had to move to find what he was looking for, the tube of lubrication was usefully hidden beneath the sofa.
He kissed Shuichi softly as he pushed the first lubricated finger into him. Shuichi tensed up against the intrusion and Tatsuha �hushed� him and feathered comforting kisses over his cheek to get him to relax. After a while, a second finger was inserted and he slowly began to stretch Shuichi, stroking his hair and murmuring to him as he did so. Soon he was ready and Tatsuha unfastened his own trousers and lubed himself up. He hooked Shuichi�s legs over his waist and got into position.
This was it. This was what it would be like to take Ryuichi.
He slid in slowly, taking in the look of curious surprise on Shuichi�s face. Mika was right, Shuichi really was inexperienced. How many times had he slept with his brother? Judging by his face and his delicious tightness, not many. Once he was fully sheathed inside Shuichi, he paused, drinking in the burning warmth that surrounded him.
�Ryuichi�,� he sighed.
Then he started to move, slowly rocking his hips so that a gradual rhythm built up. He wrapped an arm around Shuichi�s shoulders and buried his head into the crook of his neck. He could smell the herbal shampoo, it smelt like lemongrass and lotus. He could hear the breathy sighs and pants coming from the person next to him. He could feel their hands grasping at his t-shirt, pulling the top up and scratching nails down his back.
�Oh! Ryuichi!�
�Yuki!� the voice next to him replied, the sound tearing out of him in a whimper.
Tatsuha picked up the pace, his hand untangling from his partner�s shoulders and slipping down between them to grasp his erection and pump in time to his thrusts. He began to hammer into Shuichi; the singer crying out loudly, sometimes Eiri�s name, sometimes wordless calls, as he hit his prostrate repeatedly.
What was this? Shuichi had felt this before, but not so intensely, when he�d been with Yuki. It was an almost unbearable feeling, not unpleasant, but sort of like being tickled. Only, not. The electric jolts sparked through him every time Tatsuha pounded into him. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it to go on and on forever.
Once again, the part of his brain that wasn�t overcome by a pleasurable haze pointed out that this was nothing like being with Yuki. The writer had never taken the time to prepare him or sooth him. He�d never shared this feeling. He�d wanted to get his own pleasure, regardless of whether Shuichi was ready or not. This was how being with him should have been.
��Yuki�� Shuichi muttered to himself.
�Ah, Ryuichi!� Tatsuha replied.
Suddenly, Shuichi felt a build up of white heat. The combined stimulation of Tatsuha hitting his prostate and stroking his erection was too much. He came faster than he expected, and the name that he cried out wasn�t what he expected, either.
�Tatsuha!!!�
Tatsuha almost stopped, almost lost his rhythm, at Shuichi�s cry. He hadn�t anticipated hearing his name on Shuichi�s lips, especially not at that moment. He managed to continue regardless, groaning at Shuichi�s internal muscles contracting with his orgasm, squeezing him unbearably. He quickly followed Shuichi�s orgasm. He wanted to cry out Ryuichi�s name, but restrained himself, not knowing how to take Shuichi�s outburst.
Carefully, he pulled out of Shuichi and lay down beside him, snagging a throw from the sofa for Shuichi�s benefit. They lay on their backs side by side and stared at the ceiling as their harsh pants waned and they regained their breath.
�So, do I fuck like my brother?� Tatsuha asked eventually, rolling on to his side to look at Shuichi.
The pink haired singer rearranged the blanket self-consciously and hesitated. That had been fucking? It had felt� different.
�Yes,� Shuichi lied to Tatsuha, eyes not leaving the light fixture on the ceiling.
He wondered if he had fallen in love with the wrong brother�