He stood by the window, a silhouette against the outside street lights, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His eyes were far away, his mind was further away. He ran his hands across the blinds.

This…for you!

His hand unconsciously reached for the silver chain around his neck. The fingers searched for the pendant, running the tips over the carvings. His eyes closed as he killed the cigarette against the window, leaving a ash-burnt mark on the clear pane.

Do you like it?

He remembered the feel of his smooth fingers against his skin as he clasped the chain around his neck.

Happy birthday!

He remembered the silkiness and softness of his lips as it landed gently on his cheeks…remembered his smell as he stood close to him that their bodies rubbed against each other almost in a sensual way…He closed his eyes.

Why?

He bit his lips viciously. Why? Why?! Why?!!

Angrily, he ripped the chain from his neck, leaving a red ring around the back of it. The chain broke as it hit the floor.

***

" Waiii! Kirei na?" Toshiya chirped as he held up the crystal cup in his palms. It gleamed in the yellow light of the shop. " You like?" Die asked. Toshiya nodded so Die bought it for him and more of such continued until Die was hankered down by countless shopping bags.

" Fuh, I’m tired!" Die dropped down on the driver seat.

" E, but it was fun! Quick! Let’s go home! You must keep your promise!"

" Aa…what? You meant it for real???" Die’s eyebrow raised high.

Toshiya nodded and began to whine.

" Okay, okay! Hentai!"

***

The pencil scratched over the white paper, making a carbon outline. Toshiya crunched his plucked eyebrows together into a frown as he changed the angle and tried shading on the paper. He glanced at it for a second before reaching for the eraser.

"Hey, are you done?"

" Don’t move!!!" Toshiya said as he motioned for the other man to stay still on the stool.

Die rolled his eyes, sighing, and submissively dropped back on the stool and resumed his pose. The plastic stool bit painfully into his naked butt. "Why don’t you just draw your manga? It’ll be simpler ne?"

The bassist took a look at him before drawing on the art block again. "I want to learn how to draw portraits. Manga-style…seems so childish!"

" That should suit you…"

Pouting, Toshiya mumbled, "I’m not childish…"

" Yes, you are!" Die mouthed and returned to the stern expression he’s supposed to be wearing. "And what’s more! Naked portraits of me??!!?!"

The younger man broke out in giggles, his pencils drawing squiggles on the paper. "But you have such a nice body, Die-kun!" Toshiya’s voice turned all husky and suggestive as his eyes narrowed into alluring slits.

Die snorted.

" Hmm. Maybe you should change that pose a little…this angle is a bit hard…" Toshiya mused as he rubbed more of the lines off with his white eraser. He didn’t notice Die had left his seat. When he looked up, a big question mark crossed his face. " Eh?"

Suddenly strong arms grabbed him from behind and he screamed in shock. Die fell back laughing. "You moron!!!" Toshiya put a hand to his chest, trying to calm his heart down.

" Mou…this is no fun!" Die pouted. "Why don’t you get naked too and -I- can draw -your- nice body…" Die growled into his ear. Toshiya pushed him away. "Iie! No! No!"

" Why not?!"

Die pretended to sulk and tugged on Toshiya’s sleeve. He hugged the bassist from behind and made crying sounds. Toshiya writhed at the ticklish feeling and tried to escape only to trip over his rug and fall onto the couch. He turned around, blushing as he realized a naked Die was above him. His attempt to free himself was stopped by Die who caught his wrists and held it by the either sides of his head.

" Now remove your clothes and let me draw naked Toshiya portrait!" Die ordered playfully.

" Ahhh! A pervert has caught me!" Toshiya made his face into a really fake crying expression.

" Who is the pervert here?!"

Toshiya pouted and glared at the guitarist. "Pervert!"

Die stuck his tongue out mockingly at him.

" Don’t stick it out if you don’t plan to use it!" Toshiya said automatically before he even realized it.

" Ne,  I -should- use it then…" Die smiled slyly.

Toshiya’s face turned tomato red. " Aaahhh!" He shut his eyes tightly close. " Ah! Ah!!!!!!!"

" Stop that! I’m only joking!" Die laughed and let go off Toshiya’s wrists. As he was about to get up, Toshiya grabbed his hair and pulled him down. Their lips met; Toshiya ran his tongue along Die’s lips before the older man gathered him composure and kissed him back passionately. Toshiya moaned a little, arching upwards.

Toshiya’s eyes were clouded with a dreamy haze when their lips separated. "Stay for dinner?" he asked breathlessly.

" Hai, if you want."

They kissed again, this time short and hard.

" What’s for dinner?" Die asked, caressing the sides of Toshiya’s face.

" What do -you- want for dinner…?" Toshiya asked, very suggestively. Before Die could answer, the doorbell rang. "Eto, I’ll go answer that."

Die leaned back against the couch, a happy smile plastered on his face, his fingers touching his lips.

***

Toshiya took a step back when he saw who it was. His fingers trembled on the doorknob; his face pale.

" Die’s here?" the man asked.

Toshiya looked up at his face. "Hai…" He bit his lips and retreated another step as Kaoru’s hand reached for his hand.

" I want you at my house…at 9 tonight," he said coldly. "If you’re late, I’ll be angry. Do you want me to be angry?"

" No," Toshiya stared uncomfortably at the floor.

" Good."

His whole body tensed up as the pink-haired man held his chin painfully between his fingers. Toshiya felt his eyes flutter close as a pair of lips roughly claimed his.