Dir En Grey -chapter 4

Chapter 4 is here! R&R

Die nodded in a gentle response, his own mahogany tinted eyes looking away as a slight blush stained his cheeks. Blush was followed by a fit of coughing and much to Die's disappointment, Shinya's smaller hand leaving his. He didn't realise that the look in his eyes had been questioning, Shinya was blushing furiously, hands moving around for emphasis as he tried to explain to Die the meaning of taking away his hand... he hadn't really wanted to, after all.
"I'm just going to get you some more tablets, OK? And make sure all your small bits are gone for Miyu, so she doesn't swallow anything, oh and... do you want anything washing?" A thin eyebrow raised as Die pulled the covers over himself, lying back down completely, pillow recklessly tossed aside.
"You mean, like clothes? I don't think so, why?" Shinya shrugged, bending slightly to pick up his tiny puppy, this gesture met with a smile from Die.
"Yeah, if you want anything specific clean," Die shook his head, closing his eyes and deciding to ignore the fit of excitement which was building up in his stomach, the sensation causing him to bite down on his lip... it wasn't appropriate. But Shinya was so cute now, Die's eyes opened again, showing a fantastic smile as the other closed the door, not daring to hide the smile of his own.

"Shinya!" A brown eye opened in response to his name, the slim man jumping back, startled, as he tried to calm his heart, sleepy eyes questioning the red headed man in front of him, who was grinning brilliantly now. "I'm better! I ate a piece of toast without throwing up and I think I'm going to walk Miyu if you don't mind! I have so much energy at the moment, I could dance!" Die's enthusiasm was cut short as a slim hand grabbed his, squeezing it gently in an urge to calm him.
"Shh, you can't just go out like this. You usually get your energy back all in one after you've been sick for a couple of days. Watch some TV, videos or something. Have a proper meal. I'm not letting you out for another day at least." A small smile escaped the drummer's lips as he gently kneaded Die's fingers, feeling the other relax under his hold, his eyes smiling and slowly waking as he noticed his friend's eyes close, those full lips parted slightly. This was enough to prove to him that Die didn't have enough energy to go out.
With slight manoeuvring, he sat up on the couch which had been his rather faithful bed in the past three days, and gently pulled Die to lie down, blushing when he realised that the guitarist was lying in his arms.
"See, your energy flashes just come and go," he whispered, his own eyes closing again as he received a grunt from Die in response, his nose gently nuzzling Die's neck. He felt the other man tense under his touch, but nevertheless squeeze his hand softly as Shinya's free one moved to pull the covers over them again. The past three days had been hazy, blurred even, in-between looking after Die and holding his hand. Shinya often found himself watching the guitarist as he slept, almost wanting to kiss the cherry lips which were parted ever so slightly, he even occasionally lost himself completely, and would bring his fingers across Die's exposed cheek or neck.
"I should go then, really," he continued to whisper, eyes closed yet his fingers gripped Die's almost possessively. "If you are getting better." The other form, slim and still dressed in pyjama pants and an over sized jumper, turned so he was facing Shinya. A slender leg forced Shinya's to part, slipping in-between there as Die smiled, loving the feeling of their limbs tangled together.
"Maybe you should stay," he whispered, his nose nudging Shinya's neck lightly, feeling the other's arms slide around his waist, sending butterflies fluttering endlessly through Die's body. "I don't know whether or not I'm actually better yet plus," he felt Shinya tense under his confident touch as his long fingers slipped into the other's shirt, caressing his flesh lovingly. "You never know, you might of become ill and Mi-"
Die's eyes widened suddenly, his entire body numbing, a state of unknown paralysis taking over as he felt plush lips cover his own, the body in his arms trembling slightly as their lips refused to part. The soft moan that escaped Shinya's lips was what finally brought back to the reality, the reality that he had the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his arms, and he was kissing him. Die's chocolate eyes rolled to the back of his head, fingers stroking Shinya's back as his lips parted, tongue eagerly meeting the drummer's. They remained locked for minutes, it seemed, both releasing excited gasps in-between kisses, lips moving back to meet again whenever they pulled apart. When they finally pulled away, Shinya was gripping Die's shirt, eyes closed and lips trembling slightly, his tongue darting out over himself just wanting to taste the other on him again.
"See," Die whispered, a hand moving to run down Shinya's cheek. "You really should stay."
The other man gave a soft grunt, unsure how to win this argument but finally decided against it, melting against the other's body.
"Maybe I will, then."

OK! This is the LAST of the story! It wasn't much, there is NO MORE afterwards