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A collection of 30 shorts featuring Yuki and Shuichi for a challenge community. Each 'chapter' will have its own theme. Rating varies throughout. (manga-centric)
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A/N: I don't own Gravitation
#24 Good Night
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He was content. The smooth hardwoods under his bare feet only added to this feeling as he walked through the living room towards the kitchen. Yuki thought about this as he pulled vegetables out of the fridge and set them on the counter, getting ready to chop them for soup. It amazed him how obscure things like the texture of the floor, a certain quality of light, or the smell of cooking food could fill him with contentment to the point of almost overwhelming him. Of course this was never true when he lived alone, and he realized how the time spent living with Shuichi had added this depth to his life. He had never really considered any of his apartments 'homes' when he lived there by himself. They had been places to sleep and work, nothing more. He loved to cook, but never even bothered to go so far as to make himself a bowl of ramen when he lived alone; instead he existed on take out, nicotine and a generous amount of alcohol. Things were different now.
With a flick of the wrist, he added oil to a large copper-bottomed pot and turned on the flame. He moved with grace as he chopped onions and tossed them into the hot oil, his mind wandering. Cooking was like writing in a way - taking raw ingredients and combining them in such a way as to create something new and inviting. He liked to write, to share the stories he created in the depths of his mind, and he liked to cook, but only if he could share the fruits of his labor. Yuki loved to cook for Shuichi.
Chaos was never his forte, but he was willing to live with it, albeit grudgingly, if it meant he could feel like this. Yuki carefully sliced carrots with his vegetable cleaver; listening to the soft pulse of music from the stereo while inhaling the delicious aroma he was creating. He would never admit, even under threat of dismemberment, that he'd ever been lonely. He wasn't even aware of what was missing in his life until he was part of the abrupt and almost hostile take over that was Shuichi. Now he knew what was missing when his lover was away - it had been way too long since the house smelled like food.
Adding the carrots to the pot, he stirred it with a wooden spoon before mincing a clove of garlic and readying the stock for the soup. The apartment was pleasantly quiet, but not lonely as it had been for the past 6 months. Shuichi had returned days before from his latest tour just when the continuous silence was getting to the writer. He was used to having Shuichi's constant chatter distracting him from his work, and was starting to ponder hiring a marching band to fill the silence so he could get some work done when the tour had ended. Yuki was genuinely happy to have his lover back - he had missed him and was loathe admitting even to himself that the apartment had been too empty.
But it didn't take long after Shuichi returned to realize something wasn't quite right. Yuki could see he was exhausted, but even after a full nights sleep he was still listless - not bubbling over with unwanted stories of the tour and inane play by plays of countless conversations between he and Hiro. By the afternoon following his return, Yuki grabbed Shuichi's arm to demand an explanation for his altered personality when he felt like he'd been singed.
Shuichi was sick, and Yuki had stayed by his side. The fever raged, barely being touched by the meds Yuki pushed down his throat like clockwork. The doctor had said it was a virus made worse from fatigue. It had only to run its course, but it was taking forever for Shuichi's body to beat it. Yuki was so pleased to have Shuichi home that he willingly put aside his work for his ill and subdued lover.
As the week moved on, Shuichi would feel a bit better from time to time when the meds kicked in, and he would muster enough energy to move to the couch and watch TV or flip through a magazine, but he was far from his exuberant self. During these times Yuki would work, having moved his laptop to the kitchen table to be closer - the rhythmic click of his fingers across the keyboard a comforting sound. But by late afternoon Shuichi's body temperature would spike leaving him weak and he would return to bed. Yuki would stretch out next to him, sometimes tapping away at his laptop, sometimes reading aloud while Shuichi curled up at his side.
Putting the lid on the pot he turned the flame to low, and headed into the bedroom where Shuichi was sleeping. He grabbed his laptop off the nightstand and leaned against the headboard with the computer resting on his stomach. Very little writing was getting done, but now that his lover was home he was sure he'd get his rhythm back. Once Shuichi was better, he was guaranteed to provide the usual distractions. A small smile crossed his face - he'd welcome the distractions... for a little while anyway.
"Mmm. Something smells good." Shuichi opened his eyes and looked over at Yuki. He had dozed off after lunch, and now the sun was setting in the sky. "What day is it?"
"Wednesday." Yuki removed the laptop from his stomach and stretched.
"How long has it been since you've left the house?" Shuichi moved over and rested his head on Yuki's chest, sighing contentedly when Yuki started absentmindedly stroking his hair.
"Five days, I think." He took off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand, and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "How're you feeling?"
"Better." Yawning, Shuichi snuggled closer. "I feel much better than I did yesterday."
"Mm." Yuki pressed his lips against Shuichi's forehead. "You're still warm."
"But I'm feeling better..." Shuichi countered, stacking his hands on his lover's chest and looking into his eyes.
Yuki raised an eyebrow at the sparkle his saw in Shuichi's glassy eyes. "How better?"
Leaning in, Shuichi pressed his lips against Yuki's and grinned. "If your not afraid of catching this, I'd say much better."
Catching on, Yuki felt his body already responding to the potential scenario. It had been a long week being close to his lover without being able to touch him - a long week after six months of absence. "If I was going to catch it, I would have it by now." Yuki gently rolled Shuichi onto his back and looked at him seriously. "You don't have to -"
"I want to." Shuichi interrupted, wrapping his arms around the back of Yuki's neck.
Yuki didn't need further convincing. Shuichi's bare skin was hot beneath his fingers, his mouth burning as they kissed. He could already feel Shuichi responding to his touch, and the hardness of Shuichi's erection pressing against his belly was quickly making him crazed.
Trying to be gentle, but failing, Yuki stripped Shuichi and let his hands travel over familiar territory. He gasped when hot hands stroked down his chest and wandered, searching for him - and moaned softly when Shuichi slipped his hand down the top of his pants and found him. He didn't know how long he would last, having been deprived for so long, and the intensity of the situation was rapidly overwhelming him. Making quick work of shedding his clothes, Yuki prepared his lover, being gentle but demanding with what he wanted. Shuichi seemed to understand his need, pulling Yuki over him and hooking his legs around Yuki's waist.
Pressing in slowly, Yuki moaned louder. The heat of his lover, combined with the tightness was almost more than he could handle. He tried to go slow, but Shuichi wouldn't let him - arching his back and meeting each stroke with frantic abandon. He felt himself on the edge of release, snaking his hand between their bodies and bringing Shuichi to fulfillment seconds before he found it himself.
Yuki rolled off slowly and lay there catching his breath. "Are you okay?" He looked at Shuichi with concern, hoping this bout of lovemaking wasn't a mistake. When Shuichi grinned in response, he felt relieved.
"You were so damned hot inside... it was amazing."
"Then me being sick isn't all bad." Shuichi's grin fading as his eyes slipped shut.
"I'd rather you be better, I'm getting tired of taking care of you."
He swung his legs off the side of the bed, going to the bathroom to clean up before returning with a wet cloth for Shuichi. "I think your fever's spiking again. I'll get something for it and then you should try to get some sleep." He smirked before continuing. "I'm sure I sufficiently tired you out."
When he returned Shuichi was curled up on his side under the blankets dozing. Yuki shook him gently and handed over the pills, waiting while the groggy man popped them into his mouth, handing him a glass of water. Shuichi's eyes were closed as soon as his head was back on his pillow. Yuki stood over his lover for a minute, listening to his even breathing and noting the pink tinge to his cheeks. His chest tightened as he watched Shuichi sleep, wondering if everyone loved this fiercely, or if it was just his inability to constantly spew his feelings like everyone else that made his love feel so intense.
"Good night." He whispered, placing a small kiss on Shuichi's brow.
Pulling on his pants without bothering to button them, he made his way to the kitchen turning lights on as he went. The delicious aroma of the simmering soup and the glow of the lights against the darkness outside made the place feel cozy. He was content to take care of the brat, content to have him home and all to himself. Once Shuichi was better, Yuki was sure he'd be anxious for him to get back to work and leave him in peace, but for now he'd enjoy it.
#24 Good Night
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He was content. The smooth hardwoods under his bare feet only added to this feeling as he walked through the living room towards the kitchen. Yuki thought about this as he pulled vegetables out of the fridge and set them on the counter, getting ready to chop them for soup. It amazed him how obscure things like the texture of the floor, a certain quality of light, or the smell of cooking food could fill him with contentment to the point of almost overwhelming him. Of course this was never true when he lived alone, and he realized how the time spent living with Shuichi had added this depth to his life. He had never really considered any of his apartments 'homes' when he lived there by himself. They had been places to sleep and work, nothing more. He loved to cook, but never even bothered to go so far as to make himself a bowl of ramen when he lived alone; instead he existed on take out, nicotine and a generous amount of alcohol. Things were different now.
With a flick of the wrist, he added oil to a large copper-bottomed pot and turned on the flame. He moved with grace as he chopped onions and tossed them into the hot oil, his mind wandering. Cooking was like writing in a way - taking raw ingredients and combining them in such a way as to create something new and inviting. He liked to write, to share the stories he created in the depths of his mind, and he liked to cook, but only if he could share the fruits of his labor. Yuki loved to cook for Shuichi.
Chaos was never his forte, but he was willing to live with it, albeit grudgingly, if it meant he could feel like this. Yuki carefully sliced carrots with his vegetable cleaver; listening to the soft pulse of music from the stereo while inhaling the delicious aroma he was creating. He would never admit, even under threat of dismemberment, that he'd ever been lonely. He wasn't even aware of what was missing in his life until he was part of the abrupt and almost hostile take over that was Shuichi. Now he knew what was missing when his lover was away - it had been way too long since the house smelled like food.
Adding the carrots to the pot, he stirred it with a wooden spoon before mincing a clove of garlic and readying the stock for the soup. The apartment was pleasantly quiet, but not lonely as it had been for the past 6 months. Shuichi had returned days before from his latest tour just when the continuous silence was getting to the writer. He was used to having Shuichi's constant chatter distracting him from his work, and was starting to ponder hiring a marching band to fill the silence so he could get some work done when the tour had ended. Yuki was genuinely happy to have his lover back - he had missed him and was loathe admitting even to himself that the apartment had been too empty.
But it didn't take long after Shuichi returned to realize something wasn't quite right. Yuki could see he was exhausted, but even after a full nights sleep he was still listless - not bubbling over with unwanted stories of the tour and inane play by plays of countless conversations between he and Hiro. By the afternoon following his return, Yuki grabbed Shuichi's arm to demand an explanation for his altered personality when he felt like he'd been singed.
Shuichi was sick, and Yuki had stayed by his side. The fever raged, barely being touched by the meds Yuki pushed down his throat like clockwork. The doctor had said it was a virus made worse from fatigue. It had only to run its course, but it was taking forever for Shuichi's body to beat it. Yuki was so pleased to have Shuichi home that he willingly put aside his work for his ill and subdued lover.
As the week moved on, Shuichi would feel a bit better from time to time when the meds kicked in, and he would muster enough energy to move to the couch and watch TV or flip through a magazine, but he was far from his exuberant self. During these times Yuki would work, having moved his laptop to the kitchen table to be closer - the rhythmic click of his fingers across the keyboard a comforting sound. But by late afternoon Shuichi's body temperature would spike leaving him weak and he would return to bed. Yuki would stretch out next to him, sometimes tapping away at his laptop, sometimes reading aloud while Shuichi curled up at his side.
Putting the lid on the pot he turned the flame to low, and headed into the bedroom where Shuichi was sleeping. He grabbed his laptop off the nightstand and leaned against the headboard with the computer resting on his stomach. Very little writing was getting done, but now that his lover was home he was sure he'd get his rhythm back. Once Shuichi was better, he was guaranteed to provide the usual distractions. A small smile crossed his face - he'd welcome the distractions... for a little while anyway.
"Mmm. Something smells good." Shuichi opened his eyes and looked over at Yuki. He had dozed off after lunch, and now the sun was setting in the sky. "What day is it?"
"Wednesday." Yuki removed the laptop from his stomach and stretched.
"How long has it been since you've left the house?" Shuichi moved over and rested his head on Yuki's chest, sighing contentedly when Yuki started absentmindedly stroking his hair.
"Five days, I think." He took off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand, and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "How're you feeling?"
"Better." Yawning, Shuichi snuggled closer. "I feel much better than I did yesterday."
"Mm." Yuki pressed his lips against Shuichi's forehead. "You're still warm."
"But I'm feeling better..." Shuichi countered, stacking his hands on his lover's chest and looking into his eyes.
Yuki raised an eyebrow at the sparkle his saw in Shuichi's glassy eyes. "How better?"
Leaning in, Shuichi pressed his lips against Yuki's and grinned. "If your not afraid of catching this, I'd say much better."
Catching on, Yuki felt his body already responding to the potential scenario. It had been a long week being close to his lover without being able to touch him - a long week after six months of absence. "If I was going to catch it, I would have it by now." Yuki gently rolled Shuichi onto his back and looked at him seriously. "You don't have to -"
"I want to." Shuichi interrupted, wrapping his arms around the back of Yuki's neck.
Yuki didn't need further convincing. Shuichi's bare skin was hot beneath his fingers, his mouth burning as they kissed. He could already feel Shuichi responding to his touch, and the hardness of Shuichi's erection pressing against his belly was quickly making him crazed.
Trying to be gentle, but failing, Yuki stripped Shuichi and let his hands travel over familiar territory. He gasped when hot hands stroked down his chest and wandered, searching for him - and moaned softly when Shuichi slipped his hand down the top of his pants and found him. He didn't know how long he would last, having been deprived for so long, and the intensity of the situation was rapidly overwhelming him. Making quick work of shedding his clothes, Yuki prepared his lover, being gentle but demanding with what he wanted. Shuichi seemed to understand his need, pulling Yuki over him and hooking his legs around Yuki's waist.
Pressing in slowly, Yuki moaned louder. The heat of his lover, combined with the tightness was almost more than he could handle. He tried to go slow, but Shuichi wouldn't let him - arching his back and meeting each stroke with frantic abandon. He felt himself on the edge of release, snaking his hand between their bodies and bringing Shuichi to fulfillment seconds before he found it himself.
Yuki rolled off slowly and lay there catching his breath. "Are you okay?" He looked at Shuichi with concern, hoping this bout of lovemaking wasn't a mistake. When Shuichi grinned in response, he felt relieved.
"You were so damned hot inside... it was amazing."
"Then me being sick isn't all bad." Shuichi's grin fading as his eyes slipped shut.
"I'd rather you be better, I'm getting tired of taking care of you."
He swung his legs off the side of the bed, going to the bathroom to clean up before returning with a wet cloth for Shuichi. "I think your fever's spiking again. I'll get something for it and then you should try to get some sleep." He smirked before continuing. "I'm sure I sufficiently tired you out."
When he returned Shuichi was curled up on his side under the blankets dozing. Yuki shook him gently and handed over the pills, waiting while the groggy man popped them into his mouth, handing him a glass of water. Shuichi's eyes were closed as soon as his head was back on his pillow. Yuki stood over his lover for a minute, listening to his even breathing and noting the pink tinge to his cheeks. His chest tightened as he watched Shuichi sleep, wondering if everyone loved this fiercely, or if it was just his inability to constantly spew his feelings like everyone else that made his love feel so intense.
"Good night." He whispered, placing a small kiss on Shuichi's brow.
Pulling on his pants without bothering to button them, he made his way to the kitchen turning lights on as he went. The delicious aroma of the simmering soup and the glow of the lights against the darkness outside made the place feel cozy. He was content to take care of the brat, content to have him home and all to himself. Once Shuichi was better, Yuki was sure he'd be anxious for him to get back to work and leave him in peace, but for now he'd enjoy it.
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