Fed Up
by Aimless
It was getting late and Shindou Shuichi was all alone in the darkened living room. He was curled up on one corner of the huge couch watching the music video channel. He was lonely and needed some human contact.
Yuki Eiri was currently sequestered in his study and had been for the last 24 hours. He was immersed deep into his new book and working on an impending deadline. Wafts of stale smoke seeped from beneath the door along with the faint sounds of classical music. Shu knew better than to bother the author while he was writing but he wanted companionship. Plus Yuki needed to get some rest. The pink haired singer had vowed to take care of his lover so he would not run himself into the ground and get sick again.
Shuichi also knew that Yuki would need to eat and take his ulcer medicine. He got off the couch and went into the kitchen. He put the kettle on for tea and some instant soup. Those were the only things he was allowed to cook after he had almost burned down the kitchen. He took care to make everything exactly the way Yuki liked. He set the bowl of soup on the tray along with the tea pot and two cups. As a final touch he plucked a few flowers out of a bunch a fan had given him and put them in a small vase. He carefully picked the tray up and went to the study door.
Shu took a deep breath and knocked.
"Go away! I am busy!" Came the harsh reply.
Shu figured the novel was not coming along so well. He took a chance and opened the door anyway. Yuki sat at his desk with his back to the door. He had one hand in his disheveled hair as he leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. There was an overfull ashtray dribbling butts all over the floor and several coffee mugs littered the desk's surface. Another cigarette dangled from his lover's lips slowly burning down to ash. Shu cautiously approached the desk.
"What do you want?" Yuki did not even bother opening his eyes. He was having trouble with the last few chapters of his book and had written nothing for a couple of hours. He was tired, annoyed and his stomach hurt. He would not admit that it was because he had eaten nothing all day.
"I brought you some dinner Yuki and some tea and you have to take your medicine. I wanted to eat with you." Shu tried not to bother the blond but that did not stop a frown from marring his features.
Tawny gold eyes slid open as Yuki regarded his lover. Tray in hand he stood there. Shuichi was wearing a bright blue tank top that was sliding off one shoulder. The shirt clung to his lithe torso and showed a hint of skin where it met the band of his tight black spandex shorts. Yuki did not need the distraction of Shu's body right now. He needed to get this chapter done tonight or his editor would carve him a new one. Still he could not help but look.
"Baka! I am busy! Put the tray on the desk and leave! I will eat when I am ready. Now get the hell out!" He really did not need any distractions.
"Yuuuuuki!! I want to stay! You have been in here since yesterday. I am lonely! You need to eat or you will get sick." Shu moved the ashtray and placed the food on one end of the desk.
"You brought the food now get out and let me write! You are annoying me and I do not want you here." Yuki growled. The fact that he was so close to the end of the book and was having trouble finishing it made him extremely short tempered. A temper which he took out on his lover.
The pink haired pop star swiveled Yuki's chair around and plopped into his lap. "Yuuukkkiiii eat with me. Please?" He turned the full force of his smile on his taciturn lover.
Yuki clenched his fists at the feel of Shu's spandex covered butt as he wiggled on the blond's lap. He did not have time for this. He really did not. "Damn it Brat get off!" Yuki shoved him to the floor.
Shuichi let out a startled eep and looked up at the blond. His violet eyes swam with tears and he sniffled noisily. "I was just trying to help. You hate me! I made you hate me!" Now the tears began in earnest as he sobbed. The young man got to his feet and stuttered. "B... but I j... just wanted to h... help. You need to eat! You'll get sick and d... die if you d... don't! Yuuuuukkkiiii."
"God damn it Get out! I do not want the food and I do not want you!!!" Angry now he swept the tray off the table and it landed with a crash of broken dishes. Food splattered the floor and Shu's eyes widened in stunned surprise.
His cries choked off in mid-sob as Shuichi ran from the room and slammed the door.
Yuki sank back down in his chair and covered his face with his hands. Damn it he did not need this right now. He deserved some peace and quiet. His sister was keeping tabs on him for their father. Tatsua was making a fool out of himself chasing after a man nearly twice his age. Even Tohma could not keep his mouth shut about his choice in lovers. Now Shuichi was afraid of him. He had not seen that look in the young baka's eyes since right after Aizawa touched him. Didn't he deserve some peace and quiet? Why did the little idiot have to make things so difficult? Yuki ignored the mess on the floor and started typing. He used his novel as an excuse to assuage his guilty conscience for hurting his too trusting lover yet again.
Shuichi huddled on the couch all but covered in a blanket. He had turned the TV off so the only noise in the apartment was his muffled sobs. He hated that Yuki had the ability to make him cry so easily. It was always like this. Just when Shuichi would get fed up and angry Yuki would say or do something that would make the young man forget why he was upset. It was true that his body craved the touch of his blond lover but it was getting harder for his heart to recover from each stinging remark and harsh treatment. Oh Yuki never hit him or anything… not really. Only sometimes when he drank too much and Shuichi was being especially annoying. It wasn’t like Yuki hated him but sometimes he just got angry. So what if Yuki also liked rough sex and Shuichi usually ended up bruised and sore. He always made it feel good in the end… so what if it hurt too. That was what love was about wasn’t it?
Shuichi dozed off under the huddle of blankets. He slept fitfully, tossing and turning as he tried to escape replaying Yuki’s earlier treatment of him. He only woke when his restless thrashing landed him on the floor. The young man sat up scrubbing at his wet cheeks with the back of his hand. He was damp from the sweat of his nightmare and made a face when he sniffed at himself. Maybe a shower would make him feel better.
Shuichi glanced at the study door and saw a light was still on inside and the bedroom next to the study was dark. Yuki was still working… Shu bit his lip and contemplated checking on his lover. He’d had enough abuse for one night though and left Yuki to his novel. Shu left his clothes on the bathroom floor and turned on the water in the shower. When it was hot enough he stepped under the stinging spray. Shu stood there letting the water sluice over his body. He ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes. The heat soothed him somewhat and a bit more relaxed Shu reached for his body wash. It was a scent Yuki particularly liked, herbal with a faint tang of citrus. As the pop star washed he tried not to think about his argument with the author. He had managed to piss Yuki off again without even meaning to. It amazed Shu that he could be so stupid at times.
So lost in recriminations he nearly jumped out of his skin when the glass door slid open. Shuichi turned and standing there was Yuki wreathed in steam. Nude he was nothing short of beautiful. Lean and tall with toned and defined muscles the sight nearly took the pink haired young man’s breath away.
“Yuki? What?” Shuichi stammered. He truly did not know what to expect. His lover had been so mad earlier.
“I want you… Now.” Yuki’s gaze narrowed and turned predatory.
Shu swallowed nervously. The author must have finished his book or given up for the night. He was not really in the mood no matter how good Yuki looked. The hurt from the harsh words spoken earlier had not faded one bit.
“Yuki I’m not in the mood. You hurt my feelings and I…” Shuichi halted when Yuki pressed up against him from behind.
“It’s not open to debate Shu. Lean forward a bit and put your palms on the wall.
Shuichi bit his lip as Yuki’s hands wandered over his body. They trailed through the soap and he knew better than to argue. He stood there as his lover nipped the back of his neck. Yuki rubbed his obvious erection against the young man’s wet backside.
“You going to come for me Shu? Want me to take you hard?” The blond whispered in his ear.
“Yuki no really… I don’t want to. Let me suck you off or something.” Shuichi gasped as Yuki found him hard.
“Liar. You want me. You always want me. Now shut up.” Yuki growled.
Shu gasped again as two soap slickened fingers slid into him. The abrupt penetration burned and his hands gripped at the tiles hard. Inward they pressed until Shu was squirming. Yuki worked his fingers in and out of the young man’s opening and ignored Shuichi’s slight yelps.
“You love it… I know you do. You are already loosening for me. Spread your legs wider.” Yuki licked Shu’s neck and he shuddered.
Shu did as he was told and the fingers were slid out of him to be replaced by something much bigger. Yuki held his hips in a bruising grip and steadily pushed his way inside the tight sheath of his lover. Shuichi gulped in the moist air as his body tried to adjust. It hurt and the wall kept him from moving away. Yuki hesitated a moment and slowly pulled out resting just at his entrance.
“Yuki wait… wait a minute.” Shu was forced back against Yuki by the hold on his hips.
“I don’t feel like waiting Shu. I want you now.” Shuichi cried out as a hand was slid across his abdomen to grip his cock. Despite the fierce ache of Yuki inside him Shu found his body betraying him yet again. Despite being rough Yuki was talented.
Shu panted and writhed as Yuki stroked him and then plunged back into his body. He was held pinned against the shower wall as the blond thrust hard. Over and over and Yuki grunted a bit with each forward motion of his hips. Yuki raised Shu’s leg and smirked when his lover cried out as he hit that one spot inside him that ceased all the protests.
Shuichi closed his eyes and called Yuki’s name as he was thoroughly fucked. The blond bit and sucked at his neck and shoulders as he hammered into his body. The hand on his cock and the stimulation of his prostate caused Shu to come hard. The evidence of his release was washed away by the hot water as Yuki continued to thrust.
He was held in place as Yuki enthusiastically worked towards his own orgasm. Shu gritted his teeth and cried out as Yuki gave one more overly vigorous thrust and spilled himself inside his lover. The blond’s head dropped onto Shuichi’s shoulder as he panted.
Shu winced as Yuki pulled out and rinsed off. He opened the shower door and looked over his shoulder. “I have to be at the publisher’s early in the morning and don’t want to be disturbed. Sleep on the couch.” Then the door slid shut and he was gone.
Shu stood there in disbelief. Even after the water had turned cold still he remained. Shuichi had never felt so used. The young man emptied half the bottle of body wash on himself and scrubbed hard at his skin. As if he could erase the callous disregard of his lover. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he rinsed off and finally got out of the shower shivering. How had he sunk so low? How had he let himself be at the mercy of a man who stomped on his heart daily? This was the first time in two months Yuki had even touched him like that. Even if Shu just felt like he was a convenient hole for the author to slake his lust. Yuki had even started staying out later and later the past several weeks. He would come home reeking of alcohol and even perfume a few times.
Shu had begun to suspect that Yuki was growing tired of him. That he was seeing other women. His misery was apparent to Hiro and the others. The only thing that snapped him out of his melancholy was his music. Shuichi knew he had lost some weight because he just did not feel like eating. Yuki was right he was pathetic. A clingy, despicable cry baby.
He had to see Yuki… wanted to see if his lover even truly needed him anymore. Shu dried off and pulled a pair of grey sweat pants and a red t-shirt out of the clean clothes basket. He got dressed and slid cold feet into his slippers. Despite what Yuki had told him Shu crept to the darkened bed room. He hesitantly stepped inside and sidled up to the bed.
“Yuki? Please talk to me for a minute.” Shu said quietly.
The blond merely grunted irritably and turned towards the wall.
“Yuki c’mon I need to know if you still want me. Talk to me please.” Shu pled to Yuki’s back. “Yuuuki….” Shu whined.
Shuichi jumped as Yuki sat up and flung back the covers. “What part of leave me the hell alone did you not understand? Get out! Go away!”
“But Yuki I….” Shu’s lip trembled.
“OUT!” Yuki roared.
Hurt beyond any more words Shu fled from the room.
Yuki flopped onto his back and the migraine he had been trying to resist for the last two days unleashed full force. All the medicine he had just taken having no effect on the pounding, nauseating ache in his head. The blond groaned and turned back onto his side. He fumbled on the night stand for the bottle of sleeping pills. He dry swallowed two and waited for the oblivion of sleep. Shu’s hasty and somewhat hysterical exodus from the apartment did not even register as the pills took effect.
If the book had gone more smoothly and if his ulcer had not kept him hunched over with pain he might not have treated his lover so badly. In fact he had even gone into the bathroom to talk to the little idiot. The sight of Shu’s soap slicked naked body though had driven all other thoughts out of his head. He needed to possess the young man and make him cry out his name. The aches and pains momentarily forgotten as he stripped and got in the shower.
Afterward though and tired beyond belief he had left the bathroom with one thought in mind. Pills and bed. Shuichi could take care of himself.