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
