Tadaima (I’m home)
By Anomay
As a birthday present for her friend Anahita
Author note: My first lemon. Eiri/Shuichi. Takes place immediately after episode 13, after Tohma and Eiri visit Kitazawa’s grave. Entirely too sappy, sweet and fluffy – which is allowed for this one time only because it’s a birthday present. Plot, what plot? Big thanks go to Eda for beta-reading for me.
Happy birthday, Anahita! I hope you enjoy it!
*~*~*
Eiri stood at his own apartment door, keys clutched in his hand, head banged against the wall, and he had been standing there for ten minutes. He wanted to go home, but he had no idea what kind of expression he should wear when he saw Shuichi again.
He had been foolish – he knew that all too well. If Shuichi hadn’t shown up in the broken apartment in New York, if Shuichi’s picture wasn’t on the cigarette lighter, if Shuichi hadn’t stopped him, he probably would have ended his life with a gun, the way he had ended Sensei’s life seven years ago.
Eiri still did not know how to react to Shuichi’s song, Shuichi’s words, and most importantly – Shuichi’s love for him. He was a romance novelist; he could write tear-jerking love scenes and tender words between lovers at the drop of a hat. However, Eiri wasn’t sure how he should respond when he heard the same sappy speech from someone who honestly meant everything he said. It was an amazing experience – no doubt about it, but the most unnerving part was that Eiri found himself yearning to reply to Shuichi’s words with the same intensity and dedication.
These strange yet familiar emotions frightened Eiri. Hadn’t he learned better not to fall in love again? He was shocked how easily his mental shield was brought down by his very persistent lover.
Sighing, Eiri finally inserted the key into the keyhole and twisted the doorknob. He told himself that Shuichi at least deserved to see him again after all the hardship he went through.
He promised Seguchi that he would return home, hadn’t he?
*~*~*
Eiri was startled by the tent right next to the door. He almost tripped over a water bottle lying on the ground. Puzzled, he wanted to inquire what was going on, but before he could ask anything, he was knocked down onto the floor by Shuichi.
“Wah it’s Yuki! I miss you so much! You’re finally back!” squealed Shuichi happily as he hugged Eiri tightly around the middle.
Shaking his head, Eiri attempted to get up, but he couldn’t with Shuichi sitting right on top of him. He mussed his lover’s pink hair and asked, “what’re you doing here? Couldn’t you just sleep in the bedroom like a normal person?”
“But … but I wanted to make sure I got to see you the moment you returned! I wanted to camp out in the Tokyo International Airport, to wait for your flight, but Hiro said I’d draw unwanted attention to myself, so he suggested me waiting in the apartment!”
Eiri could not believe how thorough Shuichi could be. “Baka. What if I didn’t return for a month or so? Were you going to camp out in the apartment all this time?”
“Yes!” Upon seeing Eiri’s dumbfounded expression, Shuichi added quickly, “you’re not mad, Yuki, are you? I promise I’ll tidy up everything by tomorrow morning. I just want to see you again as soon as possible!”
Shaking his head to indicate that he wasn’t angry, Eiri picked Shuichi up in his arms to carry him to their bedroom. He put Shuichi onto their bed gently.
“Really, what difference does it make that you get to see me at the door instead of inside the room?” Tilting Shuichi’s head up by his chin, Eiri sighed and smoothed his face with the back of his hand. “You really amazed me, Shuichi.”
Shuichi rubbed his face against Eiri’s hand and purred. “Of course it makes all the difference in the world! You don’t know how much I have missed you! I thought – I thought – you’re not coming back again.”
Eiri didn’t say anything. He had debated staying in America, but in the end he decided he should return because Shuichi was in Japan. However, he wasn’t planning to tell that to Shuichi, ever.
“I came back to make sure you’re not destroying my apartment. I have an unfinished story saved in my laptop, and I still remember what happened the last time I left you in my apartment for too long.”
Shuichi blushed. “Aw, come on! Anyone could have burnt down the kitchen when they are making pizza! It’s a normal occurrence! Perfectly normal! By the way, Yuki, are you hungry? I can cook you something to eat before you rest for the night, you must be tired …”
Shuichi didn’t get to finish his sentence. Eiri had silenced him by sealing his lips with his own. He explored Shuichi’s mouth with his tongue, playfully nipping or biting once in a while. Shuichi tasted the same as the last time Eiri kissed him – his lips were soft and warm, and he was sweet like the combination of marshmallow and strawberries. Shuichi’s response was also the same; he shut his eyes tightly as if he were afraid that if he stole a glance by accident, the man he was kissing would disappear from his sight.
Careful not to break the kiss, Eiri sat beside Shuichi and pushed him lying on his back, his hands extended to the edges of the bed like a cross. Slowly, Eiri lowered his head and started to make a wet trail across Shuichi’s ears and neck.
Shuichi screamed, “it really tickles! Stop it! Stop it!” He started to giggle and twisted around and rolled onto his stomach, avoiding Eiri’s mouth.
Eiri sneered, “I know you’re especially ticklish … here.” He ran a finger down Shuichi’s spine, slipped his hand into the pants and drew a circle on his bottom.
Shuichi couldn’t stop laughing; he moved around on the bed, until he didn’t have the energy to speak anymore. “Stop … stop … doing that … Yuki!” He dropped from the bed onto the hardwood floor.
Shuichi rubbed his back, jumped up and sat on Eiri’s laps, his legs circling Eiri’s waist. “Here’s revenge!”
He extended his tongue and whirled around the shells of Eiri’s left ear, carefully avoiding the golden loop on his earlobe.
Eiri couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as Shuichi blew air into his ear. How dare Shuichi take advantage of his weakness, Eiri thought. Pulling the white pillow cover over, he made it into a long rope and tied Shuichi’s hands together when the boy was busily molesting his ears.
Before Shuichi realized what was wrong, his hands were bound over his head, tight enough to restrain movement, but loose enough for him to break free if he chose to do so.
Shuichi grinned, “aw, I can’t take off my clothes without the use of my hands! Help me!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything for you.”
Eiri unzipped Shuichi’s pants and tore them away, and petted the hardness poking at his boxers. “You don’t look too helpless to me.”
Giggling, Shuichi wiggled and took off his boxers with the help of the bed sheet underneath him. He kicked it away to the corner of the room.
“Apparently not, but I still can’t take off my T-shirt myself! What are you going to do about it?”
“Spoiled, aren’t you?”
“Have you forgotten that my hands are tied?”
“You can break it off easy enough, if you want to.”
“Yeah, but I still want you to take it off for me.”
Smirking, Eiri pulled the knot off and lift Shuichi’s T-shirt as he planted more kisses on his lover’s exposed belly and chest. Shuichi allowed Eiri to take the T-shirt off for him while he began to drag Eiri’s tie away and unbuttoned his shirt.
Shuichi rubbed his right palm across Eiri’s chest and pinched his nipples playfully, while his left hand mussed the silky blond hair. Trying to control his groan, Eiri untied his belt and let go of his jeans. Now there was nothing to get between the two bodies.
Staring into the boy’s eyes underneath him, Eiri whispered, “you know … I … want to ask you something.” He swallowed with difficulty. “Why were you looking for me in New York … that night?”
Shuichi blinked. He reached up and gave Eiri a brief kiss before explaining. “Why? Because you belong to me, of course! If you think I’ll let something like your past get between us, you’re wrong! I love you, Yuki.”
Eiri had expected the answer, but Shuichi’s normal tone shocked him. He said it as if loving Yuki were the most natural thing to do. He replied with such finality that Eiri couldn’t help but believe in the sincerity of the words.
Eiri tried to speak, however, he couldn’t find any words that could properly express how he felt. Shuichi pulled his silent lover into an embrace.
“Sheesh. I understand, Yuki. You don’t have to say anything. I understand. I really do.”
Smiling and patting Eiri on his head, Shuichi opened the night table’s drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He coated Eiri’s erection with the cold jelly liquid, rubbing against the head and shaft with his big thumb, massaging the balls while he was still embracing the blond.
Eiri shivered and moaned, rocking his butt, wanting to get more intimate with Shuichi’s hand. Hands clutching at the bed sheet underneath him, Eiri lay flat on the bed, one knee bent and the other leg spread across, giving Shuichi better access.
Watching Shuichi lubricating and preparing himself with his fingers while sitting on top of his blond lover, Eiri realized that Shuichi was even lighter than he looked. Had he lost weight when Eiri was in America?
Shuichi smiled when he lowered himself and sat onto Eiri’s erection. He closed his eyes briefly and winced when he let Eiri’s length enter him with some difficulty. Gasping, they remained still for a minute or two until Shuichi started to rock his butt. Eiri matched the rhythm by moving with Shuichi, stroking the boy’s neglected erection poking at his stomach.
Shuichi started to move closer, thrusting himself deeper and faster as Eiri continued his stroking. The room smelled of sweat and sex, and the two of them could not hear anything but each other’s cries and screams. Finally, Eiri reached his climax as the tightness became unbearable, and he emptied himself into Shuichi, causing Shuichi to come as well.
Exhausted, Shuichi collapsed onto Eiri, who wrapped his arms around his lover and whispered in an almost inaudible voice, “I love you … Shuichi.”
Shuichi heard the words.
*~*~*
Snuggling close to each other in complete darkness, they remained still for a very long time, waiting for the rapid breathing to calm down.
“Are you asleep?”
“No.” Eiri planted a kiss on Shuichi’s hand.
“So … what are you going to do from now on, Yuki?”
“Mmm. I don’t know. Writing books, I suppose. The usual.” A pause. “You know, Shuichi, you can call me Eiri from now on.”
A long silence followed. Finally, an uncertain voice said again. “Are you sure, Eiri … san?”
Eiri twitched. “Stop saying that! Just Eiri is fine. You sound like Seguchi, honestly.”
“All right, Eiri that is. Ah man, I’m so not used to this name! Are you sure you want me to call you that, Yu … I mean, Eiri?”
“Yes, as long as you let me continue to call you baka.”
A punch or two could be heard, followed by a man’s complaint as he rubbed his arm.
“Aw, that’s mean! You can’t call me baka anymore! I’m not an idiot, you are, Eiri!”
“Ok, fine, I’ll settle on calling you Shu. Happy now?”
Shuichi turned on the lights and grinned. He threw a blanket over himself and Eiri, and wrapped themselves up tightly. He smacked a loud kiss on Eiri’s lips and proclaimed, “Okairi, Eiri!”
Eiri smiled and kissed back. After some wrestling, the blanket dropped and forgotten, he said, “Tadaima.”
Yes, I’m finally home, he thought to himself. |