As the yellow rays shone over his face, Shinya curled up, hugging a soft pillow to his chest. Mmm, Sundays do feel nice…He snuggled his face into the pillow but suddenly someone tugged the pillow from his arms. Opening his eyes, he saw Die roll onto his back with one arm squashing the poor white pillow as he continued sleeping.

Shinya sat up and glared at the redhead. Clutching a corner of the pillowcase, he tried to pull it out of Die’s grasp but Die merely frowned and turned to his side, holding Shinya’s pillow tighter and stuffed his face into the softness, inhaling the faint scent of Shinya’s hair on it.

"Die…you baka!" the drummer whined. He felt like slapping the older man awake but seeing the sleeping face, his heart softened.

He brushed a lock of red hair away from Die’s face and stroked his cheek slightly. Quietly he lied back onto the bed, looking at Die. Ne, he looks like an overgrown child when he sleeps! Shinya giggled a little as he rest his forehead against Die’s arm.

"Good morning…Admiring how handsome your boyfriend is?"

Huh?

Shinya looked up and saw Die’s eyes peering at him and he blushed. "Iie!" he denied as he pulled away. "I was just trying to get back my pillow!"

Die grinned. "I know."

Shinya narrowed his eyes at him. "Aha, you were awake all the time, weren’t you?!" Angrily, Shinya sat up and snatched his pillow from his lover. When Die laughed, the younger man clobbered him with his pillow.

"Ow! Okay, stop, stop!" Die put his hands up in defeat.

Shinya pouted and turned away from Die, getting off the bed. But a strong pair of arms wrapped around his waist. "Mou, come back to bed…I’m sorry, take back your pillow and come to bed ne…" he pulled the younger man down and pinned him to the mattress.

The brown-haired man hit his shoulder lightly with a fist. "Come back to bed and do what?" Die smiled as he saw that gleam in Shinya’s eyes; shy yet expectant yet so innocent.

Bending down, Die caught his inviting lips in a morning kiss. Shinya did not respond nor did he resist. The older man slid a hand under his shirt and touched the smooth skin of his waist as their lips parted.

"Bleh, bad breath!!!" Shinya crinkled up his nose and stuck his tongue out.

Die’s eyebrow raised into an arch. "Oh yeah?!" Then to take his revenge on Shinya’s insult, he showered sloppy kisses all over the young man’s face and neck despite his gasps of protest.

"Die!!!>_<!"

"Heh!"

Shinya glared daggers straight into Die’s eyes. Then with his balled-up hand, he hit Die’s shoulder and knocked him away from him. Just as he was about to crawl off the bed, Die caught him and this time, held him face-down on the sheets.

Shinya made a muffled cry before craning his head up and yelling angrily at the redhead. "Let me go!"

"No!"

"I hate you!"

"No, you don’t!!!" He kissed the drummer’s smooth shoulder and held him tighter.

"Yes, I do!!!" the younger man struggled beneath him.

"Do we have to do this all the time?!" Die frowned as he turned Shinya around and held his wrists to the mattress firmly on either side of his head.

Shinya’s eyes widened susceptibly as Die pressed his lips on his for a long passionate kiss. Effortlessly Die thrust his tongue into his mouth with long languid strokes that made Shinya want to moan. He placed himself between Shinya’s legs and pressed his body just enough to have Shinya feel the hard-on that was pressing into his thigh. The drummer was left panting as Die moved down to lick his neck.

"Nn, Die…? Die, stop. I…" Shinya bit down a cry of surprise as Die’s callused fingers found a nipple under the shirt. "I…want to take a bath ne…" he continued in barely a whisper.

"Bath?" Die pouted. He wanted so much to make love to Shinya…now. Groaning to himself, he rocked his groin against Shinya’s hips. "Is it urgent to take a bath?"

Shinya nodded.

Die buried his head at the crook of Shinya’s neck and inhaled the scent of his skin. "Mm, but you already smell so nice…"

Shinya squirmed his hands out of Die’s hold and sat up. "Na, I want to take a bath now!" The redhead had no choice but to let his pretty little lover go.

Shinya smoothed down his pyjama legs as he fished his towel off the hook at the back of the door. Die sat cross-legged on the bed, sulking with his lips all pouted and eyes sad. Smiling softly, the drummer padded over and leaned over the bed, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Then with a shy glint in his eyes, he said, "Don’t you want to join me for a bath?"

Die eyes lit up immediately as Shinya turned around and disappeared into the bathroom.