AN) Woo! My first fanfic! Took a while to get the damn thing posted cause it kept needing something fixed or I had to wait or had no internet…. Any way, please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, it belongs to Maki Murakami, though I would happily take Shu-chan as a brother instead of the jackass I got instead… xD

"Stage Costume"

"Yuki! Yuki! I'm home!"

Yuki sighed and opened another can of beer, he was going to need it now that Shuichi was home.

"Yuki?!" the annoying voice persisted, echoing throughout the house. "Yukiii?!! Are you asleep?! Wake up Yuki!!"

"Yuki Yuki Yuki!" mocked, walking out of the kitchen. "Don't you ever shut-" He froze in mid sentence, staring. Shuichi was wearing his new stage costume, a tiny little skin tight black tube top with a short yellow jacket over top, and below that was the tightest pair of pants Yuki had ever seen! This wasn't the first time Yuki had seen this outfit (though he'd never admit to having watched any let alone all of Shuichi's live concerts on TV), but it seemed twice as tight and skimpy in real life!

Shuichi was confused. And while this itself wasn't an uncommon occurrence, the fact that Yuki was just standing there staring at him with a funny look on his face was. Could it be… shock?!

"Yuki?" he asked nervously, "are you okay?" On an impulse he glanced down at himself, suddenly remembering what he was wearing. Blushing, he pulled his little jacket closed in a futile attempt to hide his bare mid-rift and started babbling, desperately trying to explain the reasons behind his present garb. "When we were on stage, someone stole my change of clothes from the dressing room! I had to come home dressed like this-" He paused to gasp in a breath and looked at Yuki again. The blond novelist still had that strange expression on his face. Shuichi closed his mouth all at once and looked down again, though not at himself this time.

He snickered.

It would seem Yuki, or at least part of him, found this new outfit quite… fascinating.

Startled by Shuichi's giggles, Yuki looked down at himself too. Then, blushing furiously, he turned and stalked off to his office, slamming the door behind him and nursing what little dignity remained intact.

Shuichi cupped both hands over his mouth, trying not to laugh. His mischievous little mind kicked into gear then, and he thought up a very naughty plan, one that did not bode well for the unfortunate Yuki. "I think it's time for Yuki to take a break." he said, giggling, to no one in particular.

Shuichi snuck over to the office, letting himself in quietly. He padded silently over to where his lover sat, typing furiously, still blushing.

"Yuki!!!" he shrieked, throwing his arms around the unfortunate novelists neck, causing him to nearly have a heart attack.

"What the hell's wrong with you?!" he roared, trying to shake off the pink haired vocalist. With one particularly violent shrug, he managed to dislodge his short lover, who rolled around on the floor laughing hysterically.

Turning back to the computer, Yuki resumed typing, mourning his shattered dignity and pointedly ignoring the boy still on the floor.

With and evil grin, Shuichi stood up and walked over to perch on the desk, slightly behind and to the left of the laptop. "What are you doing Yuki?" he asked in his most annoying voice.

"Working" Yuki retorted shortly, wasting an enormous amount of energy trying to ignore the pink bundle of mischief.

Shuichi on the other hand, was doing his level best to make things difficult for his lover. He shrugged out of his jacket, so he was wearing just his spandex tube top, and stretched lazily, all of his taut little stomach on display He leaned backwards, arching his back with as light groan.

Yuki squirmed a little, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his now uncomfortably tight pants. Shuichi, who had been watching him closely, noticed this and knocked a couple of pens onto the floor.

"Oops! Sorry! I'll get those." he exclaimed as he slid off the desk and slowly bent over to retrieve them. Yuki exercised all self control, trying to ignore his little lover, but despite himself, his eyes wandered over to Shuichi, admiring the boy's tight little ass and feeling his pants constricting even more.

Shuichi slowly stood up again and resumed his perch atop the desk, posing slightly. Things were going exactly as planed and he was enjoying himself greatly. After all, Yuki's not-so-subtle admiration had not gone unnoticed.

The afore mentioned victim on the other hand, was not finding this amusing in the least. His rapidly growing erection was pushing painfully against his pants, destroying the last of his concentration, and the brat was only making things worse, sitting where Yuki couldn't help but notice him and adopting only positions that showed his hot little body off the best.

That's it, Yuki decided, enough is enough. I have a deadline coming up, and it takes first priority over some damn brat's constant sex drive! This is neither the time or place for his stupid mind games, if the idiot even had a mind.

Yuki frowned, giving Shuichi his best death glare. "Move." he said shortly, daring the brat to argue.

"Okay!" Shuichi answered quickly, too quickly, mischievous grin in place. He slid down off the desk again, and maneuvering around his arms, hopped up onto the shocked man's lap. "How's this?" he breathed into Yuki's ear, and then, grin widening, leaned forward and nipped it.

Yuki clamped his hands onto the edge of the desk to avoid reflectively grabbing anything, extremely conscious of the younger boy's legs bent up and over the arms of his chair, hot little body close, but no quite toughing him.. Yuki began to lose his hold on self control over this unexpected turn of events, his lust overpowering all other thoughts as Shuichi deductively whispered "Why don't you take a break…"

His remaining self control shattered and blew way on the wind.

Yuki's hands took on a life of their own as they release the desk to grab a hold of Shuichi's tight little ass. Drawing the boy closer, he grinned as his hard-on dug into Shuichi's own rapidly growing erection, causing the boy to gasp.

"I think I can manage a little break…" he whispered back before locking lips with his lover.

Wrapped his arms around the writer's neck, parting his lips to let the man in while Yuki's hands explored every inch of his body.

The pink haired singer drew back for a breath, panting slightly, and looked deeply into his lover's eyes, admiring Yuki's handsome profile. He's beautiful, he thought, reaching up to run a hand through the silky blonde hair and drawing it down across the man's cheek, basking in his lover's attentions.

"Oh god! Yuki…" he moaned as Yuki grabbed hold of his erection through the thin barrier of his skin tight, and now too tight, pants. He cried out as he felt himself squeezed none too gently by the older man, pleasure tingling through his nerves like lightning.

Yuki slammed his mouth back onto Shuichi's, diving in to taste the pink haired boy's sensual mouth as he pushed him down onto the floor. Straddling Shuichi, he gasped into their still shared kiss as they boy slid a hand into his pants, moving it up and down over the sizable shaft he found hidden away.

Lust building, Yuki began to claw at Shuichi's little top, quickly dragging it off over the boy's head and tossing it into the corner, soon followed by his own shirt.

He brought his hands up and placed them on his pink haired lover's shoulder, leaning down to lick the boy's neck. Slowly, he worked his way down to nibble on one of Shuichi's collar bones, drawing another moan from his little purple-eyed lover.

Yuki's hands slid down, catching hold of the belt around Shuichi's thin waist, drawing it off slowly before casually sliding down the boy's tight pants. A pair of black boxers soon joined the growing pile of clothing in the corner. As the older man worked his way around Shuichi's shoulders, leaving love bites wherever possible, Shuichi reached up to undo his blonde lover's pants, admiring the tall man's body as he fumbled with the belt clasp. Toned muscles rippled under the skin as he moved, his mouth drawing another soft moan out of the boy, louder this time.

Finally all of their clothing was lying in a heap, all except for the small studded belt choker Shuichi I still wore around his neck. Hooking his finger under it, Yuki used it to pull the boy up onto his lap.

He thrust his tongue into Shuichi's open mouth as he felt around in a desk drawer behind him, searching for the small bottle of lube that was always kept there, just in case. Shuichi had made him promise never to go dry again.

He pulled away from the passionate kiss as he unscrewed the thin tube, panting heavily and completely out of breath before locking lips with his lover again.

Yuki reached down to slick the pink haired boy's entrance, sliding his fingers up inside teasingly before moving on to slick his own erection. Pushing the pop star back onto the floor, he wrapped Shuichi's long legs around his waist and slammed into him, groaning in pleasure. Shuichi cried out, arching his back, hot fire shooting through all of his nerves as his lover penetrated deep inside of him.

Withdrawing almost all of the way, Yuki pushed in slowly this time, smirking as Shuichi writhed and bucked beneath him, demanding that he pick up the pace.

"Don't tease Yuki…" he whined, squirming "Faster! Move faster! Yukiii!!!"

Yuki grinned, pinching Shuichi's ass as he complied, chuckling at the impatience of the writhing boy beneath him.

Shuichi cried out again and again, arching his back ever time Yuki thrust in, unconsciously arousing him even more.

Grabbing a hold of Shuichi's shoulders, Yuki slid out and flipped him over. Pulling Shuichi onto all fours and spreading the compliant boy's legs, Yuki drove back in harder and deeper than before, forcing his entire erect inside the singer's opening and causing the boy to convulse, shrieking out his name.

Yuki pounded into his lover's slender body, nipping his shoulders as he slammed in repeatedly. Running his hands over Shuichi's hot sweaty body, basking in the almost overwhelming, painful, pleasure.

Reaching forward, Yuki grasped hold of Shuichi's erection, running his hand up and down, massaging the swollen appendage and drawing more moans and gasps of pleasure from his lover.

As he sped up, thrusting in faster and harder, and as Shuichi screamed louder and louder, he felt the familiar burning feeling in the pit of his stomach that warned him he was rapidly approaching his climax.

Giving one last thrust, he came deep inside his little lover's body while Shuichi, shrieking his name, came at the same time.

After a minute or so of reveling in the satisfying feeling of release, Yuki drew out and collapsed beside the exhausted boy, panting heavily.

Lying on the floor, listening to their breathing level out, Shuichi started to fall asleep.

As his eyes slowly drifted closed, he felt strong hands reach under I, lifting his exhausted body gently from the floor. His head lolled against a muscular chest and he sighed deeply and contentedly.

"Damn brat, I just had the carpets cleaned." he heard a deep voice say with a soft chuckle.

He was gently laid down on a soft bed, dimly aware of something heavy laying down next to him, enclosing him in a warm, protective embrace.

He snuggled closer to Yuki's warm body and nuzzled the man's neck sleepily, earning him another chuckle and a kiss on the cheek.

As Shuichi drifted off on the wings of sleep, he heard Yuki softly say "I love you. You're mine Shu-chan, and I'm not letting you go."

Shuichi mustered the last of his energy and cracked open a bright purple eye. "Maybe I should wear my stage costume home more often…" he murmured.

-END-

End note: Please review! This is my first, and I want to know how I can improve!