"Good morning, beautiful," the words were followed by a soft kiss, pressed sweetly to Len's forehead. The teen only mumbled something unintelligible as he nuzzled closer to the pillow, his breath quickly deepening as fatigue made itself present. "Are you just going to sleep all day?"
"Mhm." Len yawned, tears forming in the corners of his bright cerulean eyes as he tried desperately to keep them closed. His lover's soft chuckle had him sighing, and a shift of the mattress made Len turn and look up, blinking in surprise as his blue eyes met the dark violet of his boyfriend's.
"Nice try. But you have work to do." Gakupo's violet hair fell around Len like a curtain, blocking the rest of the world and making the teen smile.
"Your hair is down." He noted sleepily, reached up and letting the silky violet locks flow through his fingers.
"So is yours." Gakupo smirked, leaning down and resting their foreheads together. Len could feel the heat radiating off of Gakupo's bare chest, and with a tug of the fingers tangled in Gakupo's hair, he pulled the samurai closer, pressing his lips firmly against the older Vocaloid's. Gakupo chuckled, gently disentangling Len's fingers from his hair, forcing the boy's wrists down above his head as he separated from his sweet kiss. "Not now, Len-kun," he murmured softly, watching with blatant amusement as his young lover pouted, his blue eyes shining with mild irritation.
"Gaku-nii…" He tried, his voice dropping to the softest of whispers as he forced the irritation from his eyes and replaced it with longing.
Again, Gakupo chuckled. "Very tempting, but not now." He released Len's wrists, sitting up and watching with a raised eyebrow as Len only crossed his arms over his own, pale chest, huffing quietly as he did so. "Len-kun…" He cooed, trailing his hand down the teen's side. "Don't be angry." Despite his best efforts to sound cute, Len could hear the smirk in his boyfriend's voice and with another huff, he pushed Gakupo's hand away.
"Yeah, right." He sat up as well, though he couldn't get much further than that with Gakupo still straddling his lap. He gave the samurai a hard stare. "Get off."
"And if I don't?" His eyes sparked with mischief, and with an irritated groan, Len fell back against the pillows again, covering his face with his hands.
"Would you make up your mind...?" He heard Gakupo chuckle again, and felt the mattress shift beneath him. Peeking between his fingers, he saw the violet-haired Vocaloid up and moving around, gathering the clothes that had been discarded haphazardly all across the various furnishings in the samurai's room the night before. Gakupo was already half dressed, only missing a shirt and a hair tie. Len turned onto his side, his bright eyes seeking out the clock.
[7:49]
Len blinked, before groaning in disbelief. "7 o'clock?" He let his arm drop over his eyes. "You've got be kidding me…"
"Nope." Suddenly, Len was hit with a draft of cold air, yelping as Gakupo jerked the silky covers off of his slender frame.
"Gakupo!" Len gasped, desperately trying to snag the corner of the sheets even as they slipped just out of his reach. The samurai in question smirked, letting out a low whistle.
"Damn," he grinned devilishly. "You are one hell of a hot mess. In fact, I may have just changed my mind." Dropping the blankets disinterestedly on the floor he took Len's hand, pulling him to his knees at the edge of the bed and taking advantage of his startled gasp to claim his lips. Even on his knees, Len was a little more than a head shorter than the samurai, and he wrapped his arms around the older Vocaloid's neck, pulling him closer to Len's level. Gakupo dropped the boy's hand to wrap his arm around the teen's thin waist, pulling Len flush against his chest as he deepened their already burning kiss.
Len finally broke away with a desperate gasp, his face flushed and his breathing uneven and labored. Gakupo's eyes were dark, smoldering with passion as he leaned down, pressing a searing kiss on the boy's neck, where his pulse was pounding erratically. As the samurai worked at his neck and collar bones, Len tangled his fingers in his long violet hair. Gakupo's trail of kisses led him to a particularly sensitive spot just above Len's left collar bone, and with a sharp intake of breath, Len shivered, tugging on the violet silk in his fingers. "G-Gakupo…" He trembled under the samurai's expert touch, trying to remember how to breath as his hands traveled slowly down Len's body. With a shuddering exhale, Len let his head drop, resting it on Gakupo's strong shoulder as the older Vocaloid chuckled.
"You've been awfully needy lately, Len-kun…" He observed softly, running a hand tauntingly up the boy's bare inner thigh. Len's breath hitched in throat, and he gripped Gakupo's hair more tightly, desperately needing something to anchor him as his lover brought their lips together again.
"H-Have not…" He panted softly as they parted, positively shaking in Gakupo's strong embrace.
"Have so." The samurai smirked, watching as Len reacted to his touch. It seemed he could hardly support himself—not that the samurai was surprised. Len always had been extremely sensitive; even more so when Gakupo was the one touching him.
"N-No I… Ah…" He trailed off, his eyes clenching shut and his jaw locking as he tried his hardest not whimper. "I…" He tried again. His breath came and went in harsh puffs, his chest heaving as he fought for enough air to speak. With a shudder, he let his head fall back against Gakupo's shoulder. "G-Gakupo…" He let the samurai's name roll off of his lips in a breathy moan, the plea apparent in his tone.
"What is it, Len-kun…?"
"G-Gaku…nii… ahh…"
Gakupo smirked, pulling his small lover closer, knowing just by the tremor in his voice how close he was. "I'm here, Len-kun…" He murmured silkily as Len whimpered, tears of pure overwhelm gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"Aitai, nante! Furetai, nante! Hanashitai, nante omowanai! Kayowai kimi to zurui boku ga 'deau' sore ga owari sa!"
Gakupo growled low in his chest as Len's phone rang, and the teen in front of him seemed to collapse—whether from overwhelm or exasperation, Gakupo wasn't entirely sure.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Exasperation," Gakupo sighed quietly to himself, leaving Len's side to grab the obnoxious cell phone as it continued blaring "The Wolf That Fell In Love With Little Red Riding Hood" at full volume.
"It's your sister." He held the phone out to Len, who grumbled as he snatched it away, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"What?" He snapped as he answered, his eyes flashing with irritation again. Gakupo sighed, crawling onto the bed behind his lover. Ignoring Len's discontent growl, the samurai pulled him back into his lap, working his fingers gently through the teen's messy blonde hair, pulling it back into its customary ponytail. From there, he could hear Rin practically screaming on the other side of the phone, though Len seemed unfazed—if not bored. There was still agitation in the set of the boy's slender shoulders, and Gakupo sighed, chuckling as he finished his work on the teen's hair and started massaging his entirely-too-tense shoulders.
Suddenly, in the midst of Rin's screaming, Len sat bolt upright, his eyes shooting wide. "That's TODAY?!" Gakupo blinked as the younger Kagamine twin shot out of bed, flying to the closet where (much to Gakupo's smug satisfaction) he kept a few spare outfits. It was Gakupo's intentions to have the younger boy completely moved in by the end of the year. "Yeah, no, I'll be there as soon as I can. Yeah, I know, I said I'll be there soon, alright?! Okay—you too—yeah—bye."
He threw his phone back towards Gakupo, who managed to snag it out of the air before it crashed to its certain demise. "I tried to tell you…" The samurai began with a mischievous grin and innocent shrug. Len silenced him with a cold glare.
"Don't even try that." He ground out, pointing threateningly at the older man. "This is your fault."
"You were the one trying to seduce me." Gakupo smirked dangerously. Len blanched.
"I was not trying to seduce you!"
"Oh? Damn, if that was you not trying, I'm ruined if you actually do try."
The teen choked on the stinging retort he had been about to spit out, shaking his head furiously as blush crept across his cheeks at Gakupo's smug words. "Knock it off." He managed, trying his best to give Gakupo a stern look.
The samurai shrugged, putting his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright, calm down." He stood, making his way to his closet to pull out a shirt for himself as well. "Mind if I ask what you're going to do?"
"Going to do?" Len echoed, frowning up at Gakupo.
"Yeah," Gakupo arched an eyebrow. "About your problem."
"What prob..." Len followed Gakupo's amused gaze as far as his hips before he broke off, steaming. "Gakupo! You pervert!"
Gakupo laughed, pulling on his shirt and dodging the blow aimed for his stomach. "It was an innocent question!" He smiled, giving Len a sincerely apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Len-kun, it is my fault. I'll take responsibility."
"Take responsibility? Wha—no!" Len scrambled backwards, too late as Gakupo snagged his fingers, pulling him close again.
"Why not?" He fake pouted, his eyes gleaming.
"I have to go!" Len tried not laugh as Gakupo attempted to mimic his pout from earlier. "I'm really already late, Gaku-nii." The more serious note in Len's voice had the samurai sighing, releasing his lover so that he could get dressed.
"Later, then." It wasn't a question. Len felt his cheeks heat up again. "M-Maybe." He stammered, pulling a t-shirt over his head. Gakupo flashed him a smirk that said clearly, 'No, definitely' and turned to fix his own hair.
Len couldn't lie—his underwear were uncomfortably tight. So were his pants, but Rin's obnoxious chirp had a way of instantly killing Len's mood. No matter how much he cared for his sister, she was the worst when it came to catching him at the wrong times. Sometimes he felt she planned it.
"Ready to go?"
Len was stirred out of his thoughts as Gakupo leaned casually in the bathroom doorway, keys in hand. "Yeah," he sighed, just finishing redoing his hair (the shirt he had put on had ruined Gakupo's careful work.) "Let's go before Rin decides to call again."
Gakupo chuckled, offered his hand and leading Len outside to his sleek car. Len sighed as he got in the passenger seat, buckling his seatbelt and leaning his head against the cool window. He felt dizzy, and warm. Letting his eyes slip shut, he blamed it on Gakupo, and the heated moments they had shared that morning, though he had never felt light-headed like this after such a small encounter. Grow up, he chided himself mentally, opening his eyes and watching the world flicker past. The sight only served to make him feel dizzier, and with a sigh, he closed his eyes again.
"Are you alright, Len?" He felt Gakupo's hand on his thigh, and jerked slightly at the touch, feeling the heat rising unbidden to his cheeks.
"Yeah," he managed quietly, taking a deep breath and taking Gakupo's hand in his own, entwining their fingers as to prevent the samurai from rubbing his leg and arousing him even more. That was the last thing he needed.
"We're here." Gakupo gave Len a sympathetic smile, seeing Rin pacing impatiently outside of the recording studios from doors.
"Yeah…" Len looked down, and Gakupo leaned across the center console, kissing his boyfriend's cheek sweetly.
"Don't look so down, Len-kun." The teen glanced up, only to have his lips captured in yet another smoldering kiss. Gakupo's hand slid free of his own, finding its way back to Len's thigh as the boy shivered, allowing the samurai to deepen the kiss.
"LEN!" A loud banging on the window startled both of the males, and Len growled at his sister, who stood by his door, her hands on her hips. "YOU'RE ALREADY LATE AND NOW YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST STAND AROUND AND LET YOU MAKE OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND? AS IF! GET OUT OF THE CAR!"
Gakupo sighed, pressing one last, lingering kiss on Len's lips before leaning across him and pushing the door open with deceptive force, nearly knocking Rin over. "Oops." He offered, grinning cheekily.
"Pick me up later?" Len gave Gakupo a pleading glance as he got out. He really didn't want to have to go home with Rin and listen to her harp on him for being so late.
"I'll be here." Gakupo winked, before Len closed the door.
"Come on," he sighed to Rin, rolling his eyes as Gakupo made a show of blowing him a kiss. "Let's get this over with."
They walked into the recording room at 9:14, the recording staff all giving them irritated glares.
"Sorry," Rin smiled sweetly.
"I haven't been feeling well," Len supplied, rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt at being sheepish, pulling the inspiration for his lie on the dizzy feeling still present in his head.
"Don't worry about it, let's just get this done before the boss starts to get worked up.
"Right." Rin and Len affirmed in unison, flashing small smiles at each other afterwards. They took their places in the recording room, following their directions and singing through the requested songs. This was going to be a huge album—their first after being officially announced as the number two singers worldwide. Now only Miku stood in their way of world domination.
Electric Angel was the third song in their line up, and Len waited patiently for Rin to finish her lines, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in time with the music blaring in his headphones. Finally, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
"Watashi wa hitori go kirai~
Kodoku na sekai ni tokete shimau kara…"
He felt a wave of dizziness crash over him, the fatigue that followed almost enough for him to stumble where he stood.
"Anata to iru toki ga suki…"
He felt his stomach lurch, and his eyes shot wide open. I'm going to be sick. He coughed, wrapping his arms around his abdomen as the music played on, Rin gasping in shock beside him.
"L-Len!" She reached out to touch his shoulder, but the younger twin was already gone, scrambling desperately to the bathroom—only barely making it in time to empty his stomach into the garbage can by the bathroom door. He heard uncertain footsteps, and then Rin's hand was rubbing soothingly across his back.
He sank to his knees, dry heaving wretchedly as tears built in his eyes. It didn't seem to matter that everything in his stomach was gone, his insides were determined to get a glimpse of the outside world. When he could finally breathe again, he sank to his knees, wrapping his arms around his shaking form. His ears were ringing, his head may as well have been splitting in two.
"Yeah, okay, thanks Gaku-nii."
Len peered up at Rin through his sweat-slicked bangs, and she squatted down beside him. "Don't worry Len-kun, Gaku-nii is going to come get you and take you home."
"I'm fine." The teen croaked, bracing himself to stand.
"Yeah, right." Rin rolled her eyes. "You need to go home and rest, Len. I'll stay and finish up my solo songs, and we'll reschedule for when you're feeling better, mmkay?"
The boy sighed softly, feeling fatigue swimming behind his eyes. "Y-Yeah…" He managed, letting his head drop a little to rest on Rin's shoulder. She patted his hair gently, cooing about how sad he looked and how Gakupo had better feed him soup as soon as he got him home.
When Gakupo arrived, Len tried vainly to appear stronger than he felt, quickly lurching into a standing position, only to stumble and fall into Gakupo's arms as the samurai rushed to his side.
"Hey," Gakupo murmured, catching his blue-eyed love gently as he stumbled. "Take it easy, babe."
"G-Gakupo," Len felt dizzier as he fell into his samurai's embrace.
"Thanks for coming so quickly," Rin was chirping, relief evident in her voice. "He just suddenly rushed out and threw up his guts, I think he has a fever."
"You do feel warm…" Gakupo seemed to only be half-listening to Rin's prattle, pressing his cheek to Len's forehead to confirm his assumption that Len had a fever. He wasn't too terribly warm, but Gakupo wasn't going to take any chances. "Let's get you home."
"Alright," Len sighed, allowing Gakupo to half-lead, half-carry him outside. What's wrong with me today…? He leaned his head against the window again, as he had on the way to the recording studio.
"Don't worry, Len-kun, when we get back to my place you can take a nice long nap, and we'll see if you can hold down some crackers, ne?" The teen was asleep before he had even finished speaking.
My other two Len fanfics are looking pretty dark right now, so (even though I know should be updating those first, bad me…) I felt this uncontrollable urge to write fluff. Plus, I was browsing Fanfiction, and felt that there were entirely too few A: Gakupo x Len stories, and B: Len mpreg stories. So what do you guys think? This one won't be nearly as long as Sing Softly, A Song of Lament or Through the Darkest Nights unless I get a lot of feedback (I just can't bring myself to say no to you guys xD) So, yeah… Drop a review if you want to let me know what you think, and as always constructive criticism is very welcome(: Thanks for reading!