Vignette - Inevitable Infidelity
Title: Inevitable Infidelity
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Shuichi x Eiri (even though there’s implications of one-sidedness…)
Rating: PG?
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: …I don’t know. I wanted to write some sadness. *shrug*
After roughly five years of monogamy, Eiri started sleeping around again. Shuichi doesn’t know when or how he exactly found out. Nothing changed between them. But he’d heard rumors, and all of them made his heart drop into his stomach.
He hasn’t confronted the other man about it yet. He tries to, sometimes. Usually in the morning when he’s picking at a bowl of milk and cereal, and Eiri is slowly waking up with his mug of coffee. He opens his mouth, remarks, “you know, you weren’t home when I got back from work yesterday”, receives, “I know; I was out” in return, and isn’t able to continue. He isn’t sure what’s stopping him. Maybe he’s worried that Eiri will get mad at him, will say he’s being too controlling. Maybe he’s afraid Eiri will lie to him, deny the accusation. Maybe he’s afraid Eiri will confirm the accusation.
Whatever the reason, it causes him to suffer in silence. He tries to reassure himself each time he’s in Eiri’s arms, each time Eiri makes love to him, each time Eiri whispers “baka” against his lips. He reminds himself that every night Eiri’s lying in bed beside him and no one else. But when Shuichi stays up at night and watches that gentle visage his lover dons in his sleep, he thinks of all the other people that get to see that face too, and he has to look away or else he’ll stain that skin with his tears.
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Shuichi x Eiri (even though there’s implications of one-sidedness…)
Rating: PG?
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: …I don’t know. I wanted to write some sadness. *shrug*
After roughly five years of monogamy, Eiri started sleeping around again. Shuichi doesn’t know when or how he exactly found out. Nothing changed between them. But he’d heard rumors, and all of them made his heart drop into his stomach.
He hasn’t confronted the other man about it yet. He tries to, sometimes. Usually in the morning when he’s picking at a bowl of milk and cereal, and Eiri is slowly waking up with his mug of coffee. He opens his mouth, remarks, “you know, you weren’t home when I got back from work yesterday”, receives, “I know; I was out” in return, and isn’t able to continue. He isn’t sure what’s stopping him. Maybe he’s worried that Eiri will get mad at him, will say he’s being too controlling. Maybe he’s afraid Eiri will lie to him, deny the accusation. Maybe he’s afraid Eiri will confirm the accusation.
Whatever the reason, it causes him to suffer in silence. He tries to reassure himself each time he’s in Eiri’s arms, each time Eiri makes love to him, each time Eiri whispers “baka” against his lips. He reminds himself that every night Eiri’s lying in bed beside him and no one else. But when Shuichi stays up at night and watches that gentle visage his lover dons in his sleep, he thinks of all the other people that get to see that face too, and he has to look away or else he’ll stain that skin with his tears.