I own nothing recognizable to others. I am merely an enormous fan of the series - print and anime. If any readers have a sensitivity to slash (boy x boy), I would suggest leaving this story now. Any readers interested in slash themes and fluff, enjoy!
Hirato looked back over his shoulder at his lover.
Akari had just begun to stir, a sleepy moan escaping his lips. It was still early, the sun just barely rising, but Hirato privately thought that it was his favourite time of the day.
The light coming through the windows backlit Akari's figure. His usually ice pale skin glowing gold, while his peach hair turned rose coloured. The white sheets formed ripples as he rolled onto his side, material clinging to the smooth hip. His catlike eyes, the same colour as his hair, burned as they took in Hirato's shameless stare. A lazy smile - rare on the prickly doctor - made the corners of that beautiful mouth turn up. An eyebrow rose.
"I would ask what's running through that devious little mind of yours, but I feel I may already know."
Hirato chuckled, disguising the shivers Akari's sleep-coarsened voice sent through him with a careful shrug. "I never expected to get over on you, dear doctor. But pray tell, what do you suspect is going through my head right now?"
Akari rolled his eyes, his hand stretching out to Hirato, waiting. Hirato stayed where he was, wanting to hear Akari say it himself, wanting to hear his name said in that still gruff voice. Akari did not disappoint, familiar with his lover's quirks. He couldn't find it in him to deny Hirato's unspoken demand, too impatient himself for such games.
"Hirato," he said softly, knowing he'd be heard easily in the peaceful quiet. His voice dropped, "I want you."
Without further ado, Hirato lunged, his mouth finding Akari's like so many times before, bracing himself with a hand beside his head. 'Yes,' Hirato thought happily. He liked these early mornings best of all.