Never Letting Go

**YaShuYuOi** · 05-28-2010 09:48 PM

[Summary:] Someone is out there to ruin Shuichi and Yuki's relationship now that everything's all right, well, mostly. Who is this person and what is their motives? Whose the one that will end up getting hurt? Shuichi? Yuki? Or Riku?

GRAVITATION FANFICTION

Never Letting Go

By Estephany Perez

"YUUUKIIIII!" Shuichi cried.

"What the hell do you want, brat?" Yuki hollered back. Shuichi - his pink-haired lover - was spread on their leather couch with anticipation to smother Yuki with love. Too bad for him Yuki isn't much of a cuddler. Yuki, who was working on another romance novel, trudged over to him.

"Yuki, you look so seductive right now," Shuichi said in a low voice. Yuki walked in with a lit cigarette parting his lips, blonde hair cascading over his eyes, and those glasses he wears when he's working drives Shuichi crazy - in a good way. Now it was Yuki's turn to check out his lover: gray muscle tee shirt, black shorts that showed a nice amount of leg, and hair a bit wild - because of the shower he took - but it still looked sexy. After a long, indulgent look at his long, lean, smooth legs that he so very admired, he turned to him.

"Yeah, well, what can I do about it," he said with mock underling his tone, "so you called me? This better be good."

Shuichi giggled, "You know what it is I want. Come over here and sit by me, you know you want to," he tried - key word: Tried - to say with an enchanting voice, "you need to take a break sometime." With that being said he did what he was told and sat beside him, albeit it's mainly because he didn't want to hear him whine.

"That's a good Yuki," he purred with a sly smile, climbing on to his lover's lap. Yuki could smell Shuichi's strawberry scented shampoo. Damn, why did he have to smell so nice, Yuki mused. Shuichi began to stare at his golden-honey colored eyes and found himself lost in that sea of gold.

"Quit staring at me, brat," Yuki demanded, lightly trying to push his lover off of him, but to no avail - he coulden't resist those smooth legs bridge-ing over his lap and over his very sensitive area, though he tried to convince himself that that was not the reason he didn't successfully pushed him off.

"Sorry, Yuki," Shuichi pouted, "its just that its been three years still living with you and I still can't get over your gorgeous eyes." The comment by the pink-haired baka had an affect on this cold-hearted ------- - his cheeks tinted, albeit almost not noticeable.

"Oh yeah? Well, its been three years still living with you and I still can't get over your lips," he whispered passionately against his ear, with an edge of possession. He wrapped his arms aroung his waist like a belt, drawing him so close their noses touched. This time, even Yuki got lost in those amethyst eyes reflecting love, care, and passion. After what seem to be a lifetime of staring in to their hues did Yuki started to lean in close...closer...closer...

SLAM! The door flies open, banging against the wall, the sound of thunder resonating through out the room and inside comes a running Riku, sobbing his little eyes out.Yuki scrambled and forcefully pushed Shuichi off of him and fell on the ply-wood floor landing face down. "Owie... YUKI! That hurt!" He sent him a glare saying Would you want him to see what we were about to do? so he just got up, brushed off some imaginary dust off of his abdomenal area, hmph-ed with his head tilted upwards, and repose beside Yuki on their leather couch.

As soon as he hit the couch, little lithe Riku tackled his "mommy", sobbing what resembled a mother hysterically crying over the loss of her children. "What's wrong, hun?" Shuichi began, worry, concern, and fear out-lining his delicate features. Yuki in the other hand was some what aggrivated that their adoptive son of eight had interupted what was supposed to turn into a hot, passionate make out session with a certain pink-haired baka that he happened to adore dearly, even though it barly shows.

"Mum, - sob- I was staring out my window -sob- and I saw those four guys fro--" he was abruptly cut off by Yuki, "Big deal, you saw four guys that look familiar to you, so what?" He finished off, gazing at him with cold eyes. This, to him, was pay-back for barging in on their - what would have been- make out session. Yes, Yuki has a grudge against Riku, but only 'cause the dearth of Shuichi's lips have decreased even more.

"B-but..." he stuttered, "don't you see? They look like--"

Again poor Riku got interrupted, but this time by his beloved mum. "Wait, hun, hold on a sec," he said, and turned to Yuki, "how did you know they were familiar? Riku never said that." Yuki felt uncomfortable to say the least. He looked off to the side, scrutunizing at the wall, as if that held the answer to his dilemma. He sighed, turned to Shuichi, and began to speak.

"Well, let's just say I've seen them outside before. If I saw them outside, then I just guessed that Brat #2 had seen them also, no big deal," he said nonchalantly. Shuichi shot him a worried look.

"Sorry, hun, can you finish what you're trying to tell us?"

Riku has stopped his sobbing, though some unwanted hipcups would escape. "I saw Uncle Tohma outside with the three dangerous guys, Mum," he said, "and when we were at his house last time I over heard him talking about taking Daddy's most precious person," his voice's starting to crack, "and I think he means you, mommy." He glanced up and met with a pair of amethyst eyes looking back at him, void of fear.

Yuki asked what these three men looked like, though he had a clear idea. Riku wondered and gazed off for a bit till his memory came back, "Uhm, they are all tall - almost like you, daddy - and one had a scar across his cheek, another had big shiny rings in all of his hands, and the last one looked - hmm, what's the word... - like a gangster sort of type." This confirmed Yuki's nagging conscious, though he wondered why he never saw Tohma outside his house. No, not house; home. This is home, he thought, it finally became my home; our home.

"Are you guys scared?" Riku asked, bottom lip trembling.

Shuichi turned to Yuki, "I think this is something we need to discuss," trying to ignore Riku's innocent question. They looked back at him, intimation creeping up in their eyes. Riku understood this slight hint, and left to his room and so did the couple once he disappeared from their sight.

**YaShuYuOi** · 06-06-2010 10:06 PM

A/N: Okk, this is second part, so I recommend chu read part 1 first if chu haven't

Shuichi sighed, tension and stress wrapping themselves around his lithe shoulders and graceful neck. "Just hang in there, Shu," and Yuki embedded himself with Shuichi's back side, lightly placing the crook of his neck on Shuichi's shoulder, arms once again holding his waist hostage. Shuichi melted in the inviting embrace. Yuki slowly navigated his beloved pink-haired baka towards the bed and laid him gently, as if he was made of glass.

"Yuki...we need to watch out for that man. He's pure evil," he managed to get out, his eyes half-lidded. Yuki crawled up the bed with grace - like a feline - his fore-arms beside Shuichi's head, and he was now looking down at the most beautiful violet eyes that seem to shine with lust and compassion. He continued: "and, I knew he had something against m--" Soft pale lips hushed his soft ranting.

Yuki knew what Shuichi was getting at: Tohma wanting to seperate them. It's nothing new; at least, not anything anybody didn't know about. Tohma cares deeply for Yuki, and he doesn't think Shuichi is much help. Sometimes Shuichi felt as if Tohma cared a bit too much.

Among the slight lust he saw, he detected jealousy. He loves when Shuichi gets jealous; it makes him feel wanted, makes him feel important, makes him feel loved.

He parted and Shuichi made a slight pout. So adorable, Yuki thought. "You know nothing will ever come in between us. Not Tohma, not that Sakano, and especially not that Sakuma," certainty appearant in his voice, his breath mingling with his lover's.

"You're right, Yuki," Shuichi's spirit now as high as the clouds, and laced his arms around Yuki's neck, drawing him in for a sweet kiss. It started off slow and innocent, but soon progressed to passion; soft rosy lips dancing with pale lips, teeth greeting invading teeth, and tongues hugging each other as if they're the best of friends. Axious hands roam about, exploring soft, cotton clothing, and a pair of hands holding on to the most gorgeous face on earth. Once the roaming hands had enough of the cloth they pulled at it, wanting to feel soft, warm, sun-kissed flesh. Shuchi's shirt went up over his head and broke the kiss but not even for a second. Shuichi un-did Yuki's button-up shirt, revealing a well-toned pale upper body.

They parted for much needed air, both grasping for it. Sweat trickling down their spine and necks, their body gleaming in a sheen of salty liquid upon the blue haze the crescent moon light has to offer. For a moment, they both just stared in to each other's hues, no words, but later Shuichi broke the spell-bounding trance and spoke.

"Yuki," he breathed, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Shuichi."

Yuki rolled off of him, and stared at the white ceiling before him. Shuichi did the same, indulging in reminiscence. Midnight approched and started to become chilly, signaling them to get under the lenin sheets and the comfy thick cover.

Shuichi laid on his side, Yuki soon following him, making a spooning action on Shuichi. He laid his arm on his waist, breathing in to his ear.

"Good night, Shu."

"G'night, Yuki."

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Morning rose, the sun's beam peeking through their blinds. Yesterday night was a very nice one, indeed, for both of them. Shuichi woke with a yawn and blinked twice once he noticed Yuki was not with him. He knows I don't like waking up to an empty bed! Shuichi mentally scowled at him. Yuki walked in the room with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Speak of the devil..." Shuichi said almost unaudiable.

"What was that?" Yuki asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Ohhh, nothing! Just wondering what would look good with," he looks over to his left, "the lamp? Yeah! The lamp!"

Yuki sipped from his coffee, smiling in to it since he caught Shuichi's white lie. He waltz on over to the bed, sitting with his back faced to Shuichi and laid his navy blue mug on the night-stand. "For the record, you suck at lying,"

"Yuuukiii!! That isn't very nice!" He could feel Shuichi's famous puppy pout. He sighed and turned around to face him.

"Just stating the obvious," and smirked.

"What happened to saying 'Good morning, my one and only'?" Shuichi asked.

Yuki shot him a puzzled look. "What the hell are you talking about? I've never even said that."

"If it happens in my dreams it does!" He retaliated, but only claiming to look like the child he is at heart.

He sighed in defeat and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he did the unimaginable: he climbed the bed on all fours, propped himself up on his knees, held Shuichi's chin with his thumb and index while looking straight into his eyes and whispered, "Good morning, my one and only...", the aroma of hazel nut coffee penetrating his lover's nose.

"Yuki..." Shuichi said in a haze, trying to get out of this magical trance while sitting up.

"Now that that's over with I can finally go back to my writting," he said nonchalantly - though not directed to Shuichi - , while rubbing his neck, as if it took all the energy he had in the world just to do that one simple task.

Shuichi felt as if a ton of bricks just toppled over him, drilling him into the soft mattress before him. "Yuuukiiii! That is sooo mean!! It's like I don't even matter to you!? Yuuukiii!!"

Poor Shu, he must be suffering from some exuburant syndrome that only morons like him can get, Yuki thought, though he tried to be decent with his insults. He really loves that hyper-active, loud, noisy, kind-hearted singer, and he would never trade him for any one else in the world. "Calm down, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that I have to finish this novel, and you know how I get when it comes to deadlines," he looked down and muttered, " that -------, barely giving me enough damn time..."

"I know, I'm sorry, Yuki."

"It's OK, brat," he said with something that could be called a smile. He got up and left before him.

Now what am I going to do? he asked himself in bewilderment. Being hyper-active also had its downsides. He has so much energy that he can't sit still for more than seven minutes. I can always go with Hiro... But then, what about Riku? This much thinking is already making his head ache. He sat, and he sat, until he came up with a conclusion.

Five minutes go by...

Twelve minutes go by...

Twenty-four minutes go by...

"I know!!!" He said outloud and jumped out of bed, being so enthusiastic that he has reached epiphany, who could stay put? "I'll just take Riku with me! But, does he want to come?"

**emodinoproyuna** · 06-10-2010 05:40 AM

This is absolutely adorable! I love Yuki and Shuichi, but I don't think I've ever read anything as adorable as your first few paragraphs.. it had me hooked!