Interlude
It had always seemed to him that Yuki and Shuichi's relationship was rather one-sided. Like Yuki was in it almost against his will. Shuichi seemed so demanding about their relationship, and Yuki acted like he didn't really care to be in one. But as he was heading down a little-used hallway of the record company, he saw something that had changed his perspective.
Shuichi was heading for the recording studio, and Yuki was with him. They'd probably had had lunch togther, but he wasn't certain. Shuichi was running off at the mouth again, this time about the coming tour. Yuki didn't comment, he just walked along, watching him. Finally he exhaled in exasperation. "Baka, can't you spend a moment not talking?"
Shuichi laughed, used to Yuki's abrasive ways. "You know I can't."
"Oh, I know ways to stop you." Yuki's eyes met his briefly, a spark inside them.
To the watcher's surprise Shuichi blushed. "Yuki!" He complained.
Yuki's eyes sparkled mischieviously. "Whatever are you blushing about? I was just saying that feeding you stops you from talking."
Shuichi's blush deepened. "Oh."
"Why? What did you think I meant?" Yuki stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
Shuichi didn't look up into his lover's face. "I wasn't sure." He excused, and tried to go around him, Yuki stuck his arm out to rest his hand against the wall - blocking off that route forward.
"Baka, I can tell what you were thinking..." He leaned his face closer. "And that is a way to get you to stop talking...not that it makes you quiet. Quite the opposite."
Shuichi's entire face was bright pink. "Yu-ki!" He tried to go around him the other way, but Yuki blocked him again, and backed him slowly against the wall.
He studied him, and then chuckled. "Your face is pinker than your hair right now...if you weren't so embarrassed about sex, you might be better at it."
Shuchi blushed a deeper shade of pink, and tried to slip to the side, but Yuki set his hands on either side of him, blocking him in. "Y-Y-Yuki!"
"Now...let's see if I can get you to stop talking." Yuki whispered. He leaned down to capture Shuichi's lips in a demanding kiss. The pink-haired boy mumbled a protest, but then his eyes slid close. The blonde raised one hand to the other boy's hair, grabbing a handful and pulling his head back. He gasped, and Yuki shoved his tongue into his mouth, fiercely and possessively. Shuichi's tongue danced with his, but he didn't try to take over the kiss, he went along with it passively.
Yuki growled, stepping forward to press against him. Shuichi gasped again, as Yuki's mouth left his to start on his neck. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the groan rising in his throat, but just then Yuki's other hand stroked up his side and he couldn't help it. "Yuki, I have practice." Shuichi protested. Yuki ignored him, and quickly pulled off the leather jacket Shuichi was wearing. Shuichi blushed. "Yuki, what about my practice - ah!" He cried out as Yuki pressed their bodies tightly together.
"You're not supposed to be talking." Yuki reminded him, and in a swift movement he had Shuichi's tank top off.
Shuichi gasped, and tried desperately to slip out of his embrace. "Wait, what if someone comes along? We're in public!"
"You need a better excuse than that. Our relationship isn't exactly a secret." Yuki gave him another fierce kiss, longer than before. Shuichi whimpered into it, as Yuki's hands wandered his body.
When Yuki's mouth slid off his again, Shuuichi took a deep breath. "Yuki, please, I don't want anyone to see -"
"See what?" Yuki cut him off, his lips and tongue working on his ear. "Us kissing? Making out? Going at it?"
Shuichi reddened. "D-don't talk like that!"
"Naked." Yuki whispered in his ear.
"Wha-what?" He gasped.
"You naked below me, submissive and passive...writhing in passion...."
Shuichi leaned forward to hide his face in Yuki's shoulder. "D-don't talk like that, please?"
Yuki's chuckle was mischievious. He licked the shell of Shuichi's ear. "Wild with need...begging for me to take you..."
Shuichi whimpered. "Please, don't say such things...that's so embarrassing..."
"You're silly, but amusing. Embarrassed over a little sex-talk..." Yuki grinned down at him. "Now, you're supposed to be being quiet..."
The watcher gaped at the scene. This was the side to their relationship that was usually reserved for the privacy of their apartment, he guessed. Yuki, who was usually so distance and disinterested, wasn't either. He was dominating and possesive, he could almost hear his thoughts as his hands and mouth worked Shuichi until he was past protesting - 'Mine. All mine.'
His lips were working one of Shuichi's nipples, and Shuichi was moaning in pleasure, clinging to him. Yuki's hands were working on the fastenings of the pink-haired boy's leather pants, but Shuichi seemed unaware of the fact, or perhaps he was too lost in pleasure to care. The watcher couldn't believe Yuki was willing to have sex in an open hallway. He waited for him to break it off.
Instead Yuki's hands finished unfastening the leather pants and he broke away from the singer's body to pull them down. Shuichi gasped, cold air reawakening his dormant mind. He blushed bright red, his hands quickly covered his nakedness, as he glanced up the hallway, missing the silent observer around the corner. "Yuki, what are you doing?" He tried to reach down to grab his pants, but Yuki's hands grabbed his.
"Oh, no you don't. Band practice can wait." He pulled Shuichi's other hand away from hiding his erection, and pulled the other boy against him. "We're going to practice something else." He whispered low in his ear, and moved his hips against his.
Shucihi moaned. Still, he fought to control the desire. "Yuki, if anyone saw me like this, I'd never be able to face them again!"
Yuki's hands released his and stroked down his back to grab the smooth flesh of his buttox. Shuichi gasped, and Yuki chuckled. "And who could see us?"
"We're in a hallway at a record company, anyone could!"
"No one uses this hallway, baka..." He covered his neck in kisses.
Shuichi drew in a shaky breath. "What about Touma - it's his company! Or Mika...nnn..." He was finding it harder to speak his thoughts - which, he knew, was Yuki's plan all along.
"If they dared interrupt, I'd tell them where to shove it."
"What if Hiroshi or Suguru come looking for me because I'm late? How could I go to practice if they found us in the middle of this? Do you want to humiliate me?"
"I want you to stop protesting..." Yuki kissed him, then broke away. "I want you to stop talking..." He licked his way down his jaw and neck. Shuichi moaned. "I want you lost in passion..." He clamped his lips down on the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking. Shuichi whimpered, his arms around Yuki's waist. He ground his hips into Shuichi's, who cried out. Yuki groaned, his lips releasing Shuichi's neck, leaving a red mark in their wake. "Mmmm...now this is more like it..." Yuki covered his shoulders with kisses.
"Please..." Shuichi moaned.
"Isn't that what I'm doing?" Yuki teased him, kissing him fiercely, his hands stroking up Shuichi's back. Shuichi broke out of the kiss with a cry, throwing his head back. Yuki groaned again, licking at the exposed neck hungrily. The singer whimpered again, his hands stroking up the blonde's back. Yuki exhaled sharply. "Damn it!" He hissed, and swung the pink-haired boy up into his arms, managing to pull the leather pants off and deposit them on the floor.
Shuichi gasped, squirming. "What are you doing??"
"I need to be in you..." He carried him over to a nearby doorway, fumbling with the doorknob. Shuichi quickly helped him with it, and they disappeared inside the room.
The watcher intook a shaky breath of his own. Then he glanced at the clothes abandoned on the floor, and his eyes sparkled mischeviously.
Yuki's hands and mouth were all over Shuichi's body as he yanked his own clothes off. Shuichi was doing his best to assist him, but was lost in the ecstasy Yuki was causing him. Yuki's lips were working on one of his nipples, sucking and licking it. The singer's moans filled the room. Yuki pulled back to blow cold air over the now hot skin, and his lover gasped, his body jerking into Yuki's.
Yuki hissed, one of the sounds he made in place of crying out as the younger man did. "Damn, how do you stay like this?" He licked his way to the other nipple. "So innocent, yet passionate. Mmm...what are those lines all of us romance novelist use? Lips that beg to be kissed," He licked Shuichi's lips, "Skin that begs to me touched..." His hands caressed the soft skin of his hips, and the pink-haired boy gasped, squirming. "...A body that begs to be made love to..." His mouth descended on his lovers for another fierce kiss as his one hand slipped behind him to carress his butt again.
This time, though, the hand didn't stop. It slipped between his cheeks to stroke the puckered entrance. Shuichi whimpered, and Yuki moved his hips against his again. "Yuki..." He moaned into the kiss.
Yuki chuckled, breaking off the kiss and moving his mouth to his neck. "Mmm...just like I said...writhing in passion...but still passive...mmm, so submissive..."
"Jerk..." Shuichi muttered.
Yuki chuckled, but did not reply. His finger pushed into his opening, but only a little. He wiggled it teasingly.
"Oh, god, Yuki!" Shuichi cried out, throwing his head back and baring more of his throat.
"Only for me. Just for me. Mine." Yuki murmurred into his skin, as his finger slipped all the way inside, and was soon followed by a second. Shuu\ichi continued to moan, his melodious voice seeming to make it more like a song. A third finger joined the other two, moving in and out, searching. Shuichi cried out again, then whimpered. Yuki pressed his fingers deeper, and the cry came again. Yuki groaned, pulling his fingers out. He needed to be inside the other boy, and he needed it now. He took a moment, though, to look at his lover - pink hair mussed up, his lips swollen from fierce kisses, his cheeks pink.
Shuichi opened his eyes to find Yuki staring down at him. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but his voice wouldn't cooperate. His body was protesting the ceased action. He whimpered, reaching up for Yuki, vaguely unaware of when they'd gotten to the ground. "Please..." He managed to get out. In one fluid motion Yugi was on top of him and in him. He yelled out, eyes squeezing shut. Then his body relaxed, and he moaned. "Please..."
Yuki intook a shaky breath. "Shh...." He kissed his lips gently and rocked inside of him. Shuichi cried out again, but he moved against him desperately. Yuki began to move in and out then, stroking Shuichi's begging member. His groans and Shuichi's cries filled the room, and no doubt the hall. Shuichi climaxed first, throwing his head back and screaming in pure, raw pleasure. Yuki came then, uncertain - as always - whether it was the tightening of his lover's body around him or the sight of him so completely lost in passion and pleasure that brought his climax. He yelled his own release, gripping Shuichi's arms tightly.
After a few moments Yuki stood, finding paper towels to clean them up already in the room. He dressed, then paused when he realized Shuichi was still naked. He looked at him, and found the pink-haired singer frowning. "What?"
"Are you going to get my clothes for me now?" He asked.
Yuki paused, then smirked - studying his naked lover. "I don't know, I might learn to appreciate the view."
Shuichi blushed, but curled his legs up to hide atleast part of him. "Yuki, the least you can do after accosting me is get my clothes. I can't go into the hallway naked, and you left them there!"
Yuki chuckled, and leaned down to brush his lips against Shuichi's. "I'm going, this view is reserved for me." He headed out the door.
"Then don't strip me in a public hallway next time." Shuichi couldn't help but mutter.
Yuki went to pick up the scattered items of clothing, but was brought short by someone clearing their throat. He looked up to find Tohma leaning against the wall. He turned back to picking up the clothes to hide his slight blush. "Yes?" He asked evenly.
"A little forceful there, weren't you? A little kinky, too. Stripping him down in public without losing any clothes yourself." Tohma commented.
"We weren't in public. And just how the hell long were you watching?" Yuki demanded.
"Plenty long enough. Guess this little relationshp isn't so one-sided. And, considering all the stress that boy causes you it's nice to know he releases it, too." Tohma smirked.
Yuki bristled inwardly, but kept his calm. "That's our business, now isn't it?"
"Not when it's happening in a hallway of my company...and not when it makes one of my employees late for work. I thought Shuichi was the impulsive one. I'm a bit surprised at your lack of control, Eiri."
"Well, you visit the land of voyeur-hood you get more information than you want."
"Such as, despite your complaints and show of indifference you obviously consider Shuichi yours and are quite happy about it? And despite your complaints about sex you're obviously enjoying yourself? Often, too."
"Did you really stay to discuss my sex-life?" Yuki crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall.
"Shuichi doesn't need to be late again, he's late often enough. Next time a situation like this presents itself, have a bit more control, will you? If not, I just might spread this little event around. Of course, Shuichi would probably be mortified about that, wouldn't he?" Tohma headed up the hallway.
Yuki shook his head, and reentered the room. He paused, realizing Shuichi was by the door. His face was bright red and he was fuming. "Um."
Shuichi grabbed his clothes and started dressing. "No one uses the hallway! Not in public!" He muttered. "I don't know how I'm ever going to look Tohma in the face again!!" Yuki chuckled, and Shuichi glared. "Sure, you can find this amusing - you don't work for him! He'll be black-mailing me for months..."
"He's busy black-mailing me. More self-control, remember?"
"Fine. We can practice tonight, I'm taking the couch." Shuichi told him, dashing out of the room.
"What??" Yuki hurried out the door, but Shuichi was too far ahead of him. "Baka!"
Shuichi managed to keep his cool through the complaints of his tardiness and the infamous, can't you keep track of time? He was grateful nobody asked where he'd been, he just knew he'd blush and give it all away. After that practice went smoothly. As he headed out the door that evening to head for home, he debated whether or not he could keep his threat. More than likely Yuki would just corner him again. After a few kisses his self-control always melted. He put his hand in his pocket, and was surprised to find a piece of paper there. He pulled it out. It was folded and had his name on it.
Frowning, he opened it. He read the note slowly, and his face got redder and redder.
I suppose I can't keep on complaining about you not staying away from Eiri. It's pretty obvious he can't get enough of you. I was surprised to see how dominating he can be in your relationship - as surprised as seeing you turn shy. Still, despite how physical what was occuring between you two was, it was more than just sex . I guess it's Yuki's best way of expressing how much he needs you without saying anything. Do try not to let it get in the way of work again, though.
Tohma
PS Don't sleep on the couch, or I will spread what happened around the office.
Having the head of your company be your lover's best friend had it's disadvantages, Shuichi thought, burying his face in his hands. He wondered if he could exile Yuki to the couch, but he was pretty sure Touma would hear of it, and make good on his threat anyway, despite his exact wording. Besides, he doubted he could exile Yuki to the couch anyway. Funny, how the couch was used continously as a punishment. Yuki used to exile him to is to punish him, and now a days he had a habit of sleeping there to punish Yuki. He kind of felt sorry for the piece of furniture.
He slowed his pace a little as he walked home. The minute Yuki realized he wasn't sleeping on the coach, he was bound to take full advantage, and he intended to make him wait as long as he could.
Id-chan
