Ok. This being my first -ever- fanfic, I know it probably isn't all that good. I'm sorry if you end up hating it, but I'm going to try my best. ^^;

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Shuichi stumbled through the doorway after the show, tired and sweaty. He had barely slept at all in the past couple of days, doing last minute rehearsals and preparations for that night's performance. Despite the fact that it had all gone well, Shuichi was very glad the ordeal was over.

He took his shoes off and set them by the door, noticing the presence of the other pair.

Oh good, Yuki's home.

He inspected the apartment. Yuki wasn't in the kitchen or the living room...

Well...Maybe he's asleep?

Shuichi's heart fluttered when he saw the blonde head poking out from under the bedsheets. He smiled widely, and without bothering to change out of his sticky clothes, quietly crawled into the bed.

Not noticing Yuki's eyes flicker open, he adjusted the sheets to his liking and edged a bit closer to his lover, barely able to restrain his sudden happiness. In a couple of minutes, the two of them had both fallen back asleep.

A couple of hours later, Yuki awoke and quietly tried to disentangle himself from the twisted bedclothes. He desperately needed something to drink. A smoke wasn't a bad idea either.

Shuichi opened his eyes and smiled at the beautiful blonde man that he happened to be sharing a bed with. He couldn't help himself and grabbed him in a happy bear hug, as he had done so many times before.

A while ago, Yuki would have thought Shu-kun was an annoying little baka who didn't really deserve his attention, but at this point, Yuki had come to adore those hugs. They were a constant reminder of the love that he had so been longing for. He ignored his thirst and bent down a little bit to return Shuichi's hug. The two of them were certainly content just to sit that way forever, but Yuki really was thirsty. He finally gently escaped Shuichi's grasp and went to the kitchen.

By the time Yuki came back to the bedroom, Shuichi had changed into his regular pajamas. Those pajamas always made Yuki feel warm and fuzzy inside. Shuichi's favourite boxers had little smiling hearts on them. Yuki used to think that they were the most childish, stupid things in the world, but like his lover's bear hugs, he learned to love them. Combine the boxers with Shuichi's oversized t-shirt (which Shuichi always would), and Yuki was a pile of jelly. Though of course, anyone who knew that besides Shuichi was a dead man.

Shuichi eagerly got back into bed, inviting Yuki to do the same.

Yuki smiled warmly, and Shuichi knew that Yuki would be his forever. There had been doubts, but whenever Yuki smiled at him like that, he was the happiest pink-haired boy you ever saw. Yuki laid down next to Shuichi, and wriggled his arm so that it was under Shuichi's chest and his hand resting in the small of his love's back.

Shuichi took it as an invitation (and correctly so), and shifted his position, now lying with his torso against Yuki's and his legs sprawled out behind him on the mattress. Looking up into Shu-kun's beautiful eyes, Yuki realized what Shuichi had realized only moments before. He really would be Shuichi's forever.

Still exhausted from the concert, Shuichi let his head fall to his lover's chest, his arms wrapped around Yuki wherever they could reach. Yuki stroked the boy's magenta hair, always impressed at how incredibly soft it was.

Bending to kiss Shuichi's cheek, Yuki thought to himself, I'm yours. I'm yours forever.