Yay, my first Gravitation fic. It was one of my first yaoi anime, so of course I have to write about it. I noticed a lot of people enjoy having Shuuchi kidnapped or something by Yuki's EX, co-worker, rival writer, etc. but I couldn't get the idea of a jealous ex on Shuuchi's side out of my head, meaning the ex is Shuuchi's ex boyfriend, not Yuki's.

Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful anime Gravitation. If I did, there would be a lot of graphic sex. And as much as we all want that, we have to settle with the Gravitation Megamix manga and fan doujinshi xD The only thing I own is Yamamoto, Shuuchi's ex boyfriend, Medusa lady (you'll understand soon), and the rest of Yamamoto's band.

Warning(s): Rated M for a reason! If anything sexual happens between Yamamoto and Shuuchi, it will be non-con/rape, so I'm just warning you. The only reason I'm doing non-con is because I want hurt/comfort in towards the end and Yuki helping Shuuchi cope with it. It's something I would've done towards my dead friend who got raped. I am in no way saying rape is acceptable, and I believe those who commit it should get the worst punishment possible. There is no non-con in this chapter, though there will be in later chapters.

Please enjoy chapter 1 and remember to review nicely; I am new to writing jealous ex's and such. Though this is not a songfic, the name comes from the song 'If I had You' by Adam Lambert. I was watching a 'Top 8 Yaoi/Shounen-ai Anime' video on YouTube and it used the song, which is one of my favorites. It fits Shuuchi and Yuki really well and if you haven't heard it, go listen to it.

Oh, and I realize people spell Shuuchi like Shuichi, but I enjoy the other spelling (which can be said the same way). If this irks you, feel free to inform me. I have a Japanese friend named Shuuchi and it's spelled like that.

"Not bad, I suppose." Yuki commented on his boyfriend's performance, which, in his opinion, wasn't that good, but he couldn't say it a loud. Shuuchi looked at him warily, probably knowing it was a facade, but said nothing but a mumbled "thanks".

"So, you want to go out for lunch?" Yuki asked casually as he watched the pink-haired 'wannabe' rock star sit in front of him. Shuuchi grinned cheerily. "Of course!" He replied, eagerly snatching up the chance to get to be with Yuki more. The blonde always seemed so busy, and it was extremely hard to be with him for even five seconds.

"Italian?" Yuki suggested as he stood up. Shuuchi nodded his head, not really caring what or where they ate. Yuki could tell and smirked, secretly pleased his boyfriend had such an attachment to him. Saying goodbye to his fellow band members, the pinkette(1) followed the blonde out of the door.

While eating, Shuuchi had accidentally (he insisted it was so) knocked his glass of water onto Yuki, who wasn't pleased to say the least. Shuuchi quickly volunteered to fetch Yuki a shirt and then come back, which Yuki accepted.

"Hey, pink kid!" Shuuchi turned around to see a group of boys around his age. They all were wearing punk style clothing at the moment, and one of them even had his hair dyed to a grotesque and obviously fake blonde. "Saw your stage act." One of them informed him. When the blonde one beckoned him closer, Shuuchi heard alarm bells ringing in his head.

"Oh, thanks!" The pinkette replied with a fake and forced laugh. "We think you're good enough to join us." The one with far-to-revealing clothing said, taking a few steps forward. When all of the group started stalking towards him, Shuuchi backed away. A sickening thud resounded in his head as his back connected with cold hard stone.

"S-Sorry, not interested!" Shuuchi said quickly, hoping this was all they actually wanted. The blonde one got incredibly close to him, nose nearly touching Shuuchi's ear. "But we are." Shuuchi shivered at the warm and disgusting breath that was wafting on his neck, and shoved the blonde away. "I said no." The young star repeated, clutching his fists at his sides as warning.

This only elected laughter from the group in front of him. "Well, I say yes." The blonde ventured, stepping closer. Shuuchi attempted to run away, but felt a hand snap onto his wrists. It proceeded to pin them above his head, while the other hand placed itself to the left of Shuuchi's head, blocking his possible escape.

"Besides, when we see something as pretty as you, we don't just leave it." Shuuchi bristled slightly as being referred to as an 'it', but it was currently the least of his worries. All of a sudden, he surprised the group by yelling out, "Yuki!" Knowing this meant his blonde boyfriend, the leader cuffed Shuuchi across the face. "Shut up you brat."

The pinkette felt blood drip down the side of his mouth, hinting the force of the blow had caused non-fatal bleeding on the inside of his mouth. "Yamamoto, stop..." At his name, the blonde punk in front of him laughed. "So you do remember me. Well, good. It'll make this far more enjoyable." Shuuchi forced a shiver down at the way the word 'enjoyable' was spoken with such lust.

"I'm with Yuki now." Shuuchi said firmly, twisting his head away and squeezing his eyes shut, preparing himself for another blow. But it never came. Instead of Yamamoto in front of him, a woman of about 30 was. She was far to close for comfort, and was grinning like a sadist. "I always wanted to have a go on him." The woman said, licking her lips. It was then Shuuchi noticed that her tongue was abnormally long, far to long to be human.

"W-Who are you?!" Shuuchi demanded with less authority than he would've hoped. The woman smiled, though it was anything but warm and sweet. Yamamoto's smile looked like the sweetest thing on the planet next to this. Speaking of his ex, Shuuchi noticed the punk band was still around, but was doing nothing to restrain the woman.

"You know Medusa, right? Well, you can call me that." Shuuchi warily glanced at her hair, which was sleek and black, thankfully not snakes (though it scared him just as much). With that, the woman disappeared, dropping the pinkette to the ground mercilessly. The band laughed and walked over to the fallen Shuuchi, who looked up at them with angry pink eyes.

"Why are you-mpmh!" Shuuchi was cut off by a pair of wanting lips, which he knew was Yamamoto's. "Listen here, pretty." Shuuchi glared at the nickname he'd been dubbed with, and defiantly turned his head away only to have his chin gripped with force, forcing his head to whip around and face Yamamoto once more. "If you want to live, you'll come with us. And, do what I say. Sound good, beautiful?"

Shuuchi simply growled in response, but it faded to a pained whimper when a hand slapped his face. "And don't even think about calling out, or that talented tongue of yours is coming out." The pinkette held back an angry snarl at the word 'talented', knowing it was a deep insult, though to Yamamoto's sickening mind, it was probably a compliment. And with those words and a kiss, Shuuchi found himself fading into darkness.

"Where..." Shuuchi blinked bleary eyes, trying to assert what his surroundings were. "Mornin', pretty." At the nickname, Shuuchi realized with horror that what he'd gone through was not a dream. After seeing the 'Medusa lady', he'd figured it was a nightmare, but he was apparently wrong. "Yamamoto, please." Shuuchi pleaded, sad pink eyes begging for the blonde to let him go. Yamamoto's real hair color was black, but he didn't seem to like the old him anymore.

"Soon you'll be saying that as I ravish you." Yamamoto said with a lustful grin, enjoying and finding himself hardening at the way Shuuchi's eyes shot up with fear and the way he shrunk back into the bed he was chained to. "Yamamoto, that's...rape..." Shuuchi whispered fearfully. He'd had sex before, but only with Yuki, never with others. He hadn't even lost his virginity yet, due to the fact he wanted to lose it on his birthday and to Yuki.

"Oh, it's not rape if they're willing." The sadistic blonde replied with a casual flick of nails as if he was examining them. "But I'm not willing! I don't love you anymore!" Shuuchi declared defiantly, though he knew his body was shaking with tremors of fear, though Yamamoto might take them as anticipation's want, not fear and horror.

"You don't, do you?" Yamamoto whispered menacingly, stepping onto the bed and crawling closer, his eyes ravishing Shuuchi's body and the way the boy edged away in pure raw terror of him. It filled him with such sadistic power, knowing someone was under his control like this. Like a leopard attacking his prey, the blonde lept towards Shuuchi, who jumped back and attempted to get away, but the chain stopped him short.

Yamamoto crawled on top of Shuuchi's shaking and lithe form, golden, angry, lustful eyes staring into afraid, confused, and hurt pink ones. "Want me to teach you?" Yamamoto purred seductively, leaning into to lick the shell of Shuuchi's ear. Pulling back from playing with the hearing part of the pinkette's body, he drunk in the way Shuuchi's face was contorted with fear. It made him look utterly delicious and sweet, ready to become ravished.

Just as Yamamoto was about to continue, the phone rang shrilly, forcing Yamamoto to leave Shuuchi, much to said pinkette's relief. Yamamoto picked up the phone and began speaking into it. Shuuchi strained his wet ears to find out what he was saying, and to his surprise, he heard a familiar voice. Yuki's.

"Oh, hello." Yamamoto said casually, twisting the phone's cord between his fingertips. "You want your sweet wittle boyfriend back? Aw, isn't that sweet." Yamamoto talked as if he was speaking to a baby, trying to calm it down. Shuuchi knew at this point nothing would calm his boyfriend down but him being back at home and safe.

"He's mine." Yamamoto snarled, though his eyes sparked with lust at the very thought of him owning something. "You're going to come and get him?" Yamamoto laughed heartily. "Not before I do!" Before Yamamoto placed the phone back down, Shuuchi heard screams of "No! Don't! He can't handle-". Tears pricked his eyes, knowing what was going to befall him.

"Pretty, I've got to go deal with your 'boyfriend'. Be back soon, and when I am, count on fun!" And with that, the blonde closed and locked the door shut, leaving Shuuchi to hope filled prayers of Yuki saving him.

I hope it wasn't horrible. I know this seems rushed but I'm in the middle of writing Chapter 2, so I had to hurry up and finish this one.

R&R