The next day, at around noon, the sheets rustled as its occupants moved against each other under it. Little giggles escaped their lips as they kissed, and heated fingertips grasped and caressed every inch of their bodies.

"Sh… shh, hehe. You'll wake Fuyumi."

"She's in the nursery, idiot."

"She'll need to be in a different house for what I'm about to do to you."

"Mmm… I'd like to see you try."

"I already am."

"Mm…"

A shirt flew out from underneath the sheets, followed closely by a pair of pajama pants. There were a few more giggles, then smothered panting as lips moved together.

"Mm…nn…mm, mhmm…"

Tap, tap.

"Hiro-san… you're already getting wet."

"Shut up!"

Tap, tap.

"Your nipples are so adorable..."

The sheets shifted downwards.

"No! Don't- oh… oh! Nnn…"

Tap, tap, tap.

What's that noi- ahhn! Don't bite!"

"Oh, but Hiro-san, your knee is rubbing against my-"

Pound, pound, pound.

"What the fuck!" Hiroki exclaimed, throwing the sheets off of his body. Nowaki looked up from Hiroki's chest, a string of saliva hanging between his lips and the nipple he had been sucking. His damp index and middle finger stopped rolling the hardened bud on the opposite side.

Tap, tap.

Both heads whipped towards the glass sliding doors, where a certain silver-haired pervert was knocking on the clear surface.

Everything that happened next was a blur. All Hiroki knew was that he was shrieking and pointing at Akihiko. Nowaki, meanwhile, slipped out of bed. Luckily, he hadn't taken off his black lounging shirt or his baggy grey sweatpants, so he went to the glass doors and unlocked them.

"I always seem to walk in on you two while you're getting all hot and bothered," Akihiko said loudly as he threw the door open and waltzed into the bedroom. Hiroki flushed scarlet and sat up, covering his chest with a sheet.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Hiroki barked. "You weren't supposed to come until the eleventh!"

"Fourth, eleventh. It's all in May. Besides, I wanted to see you early since you haven't bothered to contact me since January! However, it seems that I've come at the wrong time..."

"I'll say!" Hiroki screeched.

"It was still foreplay," Nowaki sighed, walking to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. He glanced down at the tent that had risen in his pants. "Yup, just foreplay."

Hiroki glanced at Nowaki, who looked annoyed. This, in turn, angered Hiroki.

"Akihiko, seriously, what are you doing here?" Hiroki asked. He discreetly slid his foot under the sheets to prod Nowaki's hip in a comforting fashion. His hunched shoulders relaxed.

"Misaki and I wanted to give you a little wedding gift," Akihiko said, shrugging. "But… Misaki seems to still be at the front of the house. I'll go get him. I should be back in about ten minutes."

"Why the hell would it take you ten minutes to get Misaki?" Hiroki asked loudly as Akihiko stepped out of the house, slid the glass door shut, and walked away.

"My respect for him just went up about a thousand levels," Nowaki said slowly.

"…Huh?"

Without warning, Nowaki spun around and ripped the sheets off of Hiroki's panties-clad body. Hiroki gasped as Nowaki yanked him close enough so his legs could drape over Nowaki's thighs. Nowaki brought his knees up to prevent Hiroki from escaping and to support his back.

"Quickly, quickly," Nowaki chanted, batting Hiroki's guarding hands away from his groin. He shoved his sweatpants down, then pulled Hiroki's panties down so their members flopped forward.

"What are you doing?" Hiroki asked frantically, trying to wriggle out of Nowaki's grasp.

"Put your arms around my neck," Nowaki rasped. Hiroki had no time to react before Nowaki's hand grabbed both of their organs and began vigorously rubbing them together. Hiroki yelped in surprise, falling forward into Nowaki. He wrapped his arms around Nowaki's neck buried his face in his shoulder.

"Sl-Slow down…" Hiroki croaked. His actions contradicted his words, however, as he lolled his head back and panted. "Ah… mm…"

"I'm going to do you so hard tonight," Nowaki growled, sucking on the creamy flesh of Hiroki's neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin. Hiroki cried out and bucked his hips as best as he could in his awkward position, effectively throwing him over the edge. He came onto Nowaki's hand and part of his stomach. Nowaki groaned and bit his lip as he came several seconds later, his own heated seed dripping onto Hiroki's softening erection. Hiroki wilted against Nowaki, panting.

"You're so dumb," he breathed. Nowaki gently pried Hiroki off of him and pulled off his dirtied panties. He quickly wiped off Hiroki's body with the cloth. Hiroki lolled his head dazedly as Nowaki made his way to the laundry hamper and dropped the underwear inside. He went to the dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of boxer briefs, jeans, and one of his black turtleneck sweaters.

"Here, put these on. Quickly, before Akihiko gets back," Nowaki said, tossing the clothes to Hiroki. Hiroki glanced down at the clothes he had received.

"Really? Your sweater?" Hiroki said wryly, slipping out of bed and pulling the boxer briefs on. "You jump at any chance to make me wear your clothes, don't you?"

"Yes," Nowaki said, smiling briefly at Hiroki. Hiroki tilted his head as he slipped into his jeans.

"Nowaki, are you angry about something?" he asked. "You seem a little tense."

"Well, Akihiko just kind of showed up out of nowhere, so… yeah," Nowaki said, not looking at Hiroki. Hiroki frowned and pulled the sweater on.

"Nowaki…?"

"I'm fine."

"Be honest."

Nowaki sighed and turned to face Hiroki, his face slightly contorted.

"I… aren't you nervous, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked quietly.

"Oh, about the-"

Hiroki was about to respond, but Akihiko reappeared at the glass sliding doors and opened it.

"I found Misaki," Akihiko announced proudly. He stepped into the house, closely followed by Misaki, who was balancing Hitomi on his hip.

"No-wah," Hitomi cooed, reaching out for Nowaki. Nowaki smiled gently.

"Hey there, Tomi-chan."

"She got big!" Hiroki exclaimed, walking up to Misaki to run his fingers through Hitomi's medium-length, silky hair.

"Mhm," Misaki hummed. "And she can walk now."

Hiroki's eyes shot up as Misaki put Hitomi on the floor. She babbled to herself as she hauled herself to her feet. She waddle-ran to Nowaki and wrapped her arms around his leg. Nowaki chuckled and stooped down to scoop up the little girl.

"Hiroki," Akihiko said, regaining Hiroki's attention. Hiroki turned to him questioningly. Akihiko held out a small envelope and nodded for Hiroki to take it.

"Akihiko… you guys don't have to get us things," Hiroki said, frowning.

"Just open it."

Hiroki pursed his lips and slowly slid his finger under the flap of the envelope. He opened it and almost cringed, expecting to find a billion yen.

However, his eyes widened slightly as he pulled out a pile of photographs. The first was of him and Nowaki on Akihiko's couch, Hiroki sleeping against Nowaki's shoulder. Nowaki had a laptop on his lap and had fallen asleep against the top of Hiroki's head.

The next picture was of Fuyumi as a newborn, perhaps only moments after she was born.

"Oh my God," Nowaki whispered, suddenly behind Hiroki with Hitomi nestled in the crook of his arm. "Look at how young she is…"

The next pictures were all of Hiroki with Nowaki or just Nowaki, or Nowaki with Fuyumi, or Hiroki with Fuyumi.

"I told Usagi-san that you two would appreciate something more personal than just money," Misaki said proudly. Akihiko rolled his eyes.

"I thought money would be, you know, more useful, but Misaki was pretty persuasive."

Misaki hissed at Akihiko and nudged him sharply in the ribs.

"No, no… this is amazing… when did you take these pictures?" Hiroki asked softly, tilting his head as he came across a sideways photograph.

"Basically when you weren't looking. Aikawa wanted some innocent pictures, and we thought you'd want to maybe frame them and have pictures to hang up on the wall."

"Of course," Nowaki said before Hiroki could respond. Hiroki glanced back at him. "We can, can't we?"

"I'm not against it at all. Of course we'll hang these up. Thank you," Hiroki said, turning back to Akihiko and Misaki.

The last picture was of Hiroki when he was still pregnant. He was knelt beside the couch with a bowl of oatmeal in his hand. Nowaki was sprawled out on the couch, his wounded leg propped up on a pillow. They were both laughing hard about something, their faces screwed up and their heads tipped back. Hiroki grimaced.

"Look at those weird expressions on our faces."

"That was when Fuyumi kept kicking your ribs every time you tried to feed me a spoonful of oatmeal. When you fed yourself, she didn't mind, but she wouldn't let you feed me," Nowaki said, his eyes creasing as he smiled widely in nostalgia.

"Does this make you less worried about the wedding?" Hiroki asked softly, tipping his head back onto Nowaki's shoulder. "Are you confident now that this was definitely meant to happen?"

Nowaki blinked down at his little fiancé.

"How did you know…?"

"Come on. I've known you for almost nine years. You'd think that we'd be on the same page about things by now."

Nowaki blushed a little.

"Yeah… I feel more confident about things…"

Hiroki smiled and lifted his head off of Nowaki's shoulder. He looked at Akihiko and Misaki, who were staring at him in wonder.

"Akihiko, Misaki. We'd like for you two to be one of our best men-" Hiroki gestured to Akihiko, then gestured to Misaki. "-and one of our men of honor. You two have helped us so much, and this is our way of repaying you. It's not much, but it's something me and Nowaki would appreciate for the rest of our lives."

Akihiko had gone rigid, and Misaki had slapped his hands over his mouth in disbelief.

"You mean it?" Misaki whispered. Hiroki grinned and nodded.

"Of course."

"Usagi-san!" Misaki cried, turning to Akihiko excitedly. Akihiko finally blinked and glanced down at the ground. His lips upturned into a happy smile. He looked back up at Nowaki and Hiroki.

"I'd love to. You have no idea how excited I am- it's going to feel like years before May 16th!"