Disclaimer: not mine.

Summary: So. Hikaru flashing Akira, but not really. Akira peeping at Hikaru, but not really. Skip a few hours and head on over to the next morning. A bit sour here, but not really.

Saturday. Ah, the best day of the week. A day of rest from work, interviews, and tutoring sessions…yes, Akira's favorite day. Smiling in bed, he wrapped his arms tighter around his pillow…which was oddly quite warm and quite hard.

Actually, that was very odd.

Especially since Akira personally hand picked all his pillows, they must have a certain degree softness yet remain firm enough so that his head won't end up sagging down to the mattress.

Frowning, Akira blindly shoved his face into the pillow to test its capabilities. It was warm and comfortable, but according to Akira's standards, it wasn't soft enough to be a pillow on his luxurious bed. So in short, it needed to get off his bed A.S.A.P.

Even more strange, in return, his pillow actually rumbled and made a noise. Squinting to open his eyes through the golden sunshine that bore through his room, he sat up slightly to examine his pillow. And nearly died.

Died?

Yes. Simply from the shock, pleasure and stupidity. Of course that pillow did not pass Akira's standards, for it was not a pillow.

It was Hikaru. His Hikaru. Why was his Hikaru here? How did he get in his bed?

Akira was shocked.

But he immediately casted those thoughts and feelings aside as they didn't matter as much as the bare chest that was protruding from the cover. Or the curves and shapes that could be seen as the cover accordingly fell and rose to Hikaru's body.

But sadly, Akira's pleasure was fleeting, as he soon became angry…at himself.

/WHY OH WHY DIDN'T I REALIZE HE WAS IN MY BED THIS WHOLE TIME! I COULD'VE DONE SOMETHING!/

Which was the only thought running through his head. Well, it was until Hikaru shifted and rolled over, exposing his perfect back to Akira.

Akira's brow twitched.

Then, almost as if he was teasing Akira purposely, Hikaru moved again, to roll over to his other side, defenselessly allowing Akira to eye a well-toned chest.

The corner of Akira's mouth twitched.

And to put the cherry on top, Hikaru started to stretch, with his arms starting to move up and his chest slightly arching up. In that movement, the cover that was at Hikaru's waist just happened to slowly, ever so slowly, creep down lower and lower…A satistfied soft moan came from those luscious parted lips as Hikaru slightly shuddered from his stretch.

Akira exploded. Like the hungry wolf, he pounced on his delectable prey.

On the other hand, Hikaru was merely trying to relax and recuperate from one hectic night. After suffering a drunk Akira, all Hikaru remembered from the night before was stumbling into a bed to try and sleep off the headache he had experienced. Now he felt so good in the warmth of his safe covers and sheets. He was conscious now from the light that he felt through his eyelids, but he refused to get up. Instead, he stretched and tried to get even more comfortable position by moving around to get into another spot.

Which is why what happened next caught him completely off guard. He suddenly felt a large, heavy, body atop of his. Fully awake, he opened his eyes to find himself pinned down underneath Akira. His eyes widened and he felt another headache starting.

"A-akira, what the hell are you doing?! Get off of me and let me go!" Hikaru angrily demanded.

"This is all your fault Hikaru, who told you to flaunt your naked body around like that?" Akira said dangerously, all the while holding his firm grip on Hikaru's poor wrists.

"W-wha-what?? Naked? I'm naked? …And in the same bed as you?! EHHHH?" Hikaru tried looking down to his body, but no avail. Surprisingly, Akira's grip was very strong.

"Don't even try and resist me now, I've been holding back this whole time and now that I have you…" Akira murmured while placing his lips on Hikaru's chest.

"Holding back? What the hell are you talking about!? And what do you think your lips are dooo- ahhhh.." Hikaru trailed off as Akira began kissing Hikaru's chest.

"No… stop…" the words barely came gasping out from Hikaru's lips as Akira began to lick a nipple. Hikaru wriggled uselessly as his body began to grow hot from Akira's assaults and he thought he was going to lose his mind. He didn't know why, but it felt so good where Akira was touching him, he thought he was melting.

"Ahhhnnn…" he was panting with gasps and making noises he didn't even know he could make.

Encouraged by the response he got, Akira made no notion to stop or even pause. He began placing a trail of kisses down Hikaru's body, heading to the southern regions. "So sensitive Hikaru…" Akira whispered as he continued to move downwards. "I should've done this much sooner if I knew you would be so cooperating." Akira released his hold on Hikaru in order to grab a hold of the sheet that covered the most sensitive part of Hikaru.

And as a switched had been flicked, when Akira started to pull on the sheet, Hikaru suddenly found the strength to kick Akira in the stomach, sending flying him off the bed.

"ARGHghghhghhhhh…………...ow", came the dejected response of Akira. He was lying on the floor, face up.

Gasping for breath, Hikaru grabbed a hold of a sheet and pulled it protectively over his whole body. He could feel his whole body warm from embarrassment and…something else, but he gave it no mind as he was much more worried about getting out of the room.

"AKIRA YOU ASS" was the last thing Akira heard before a door slam. /Damn. I almost got him/ was all he thought before /I didn't know my ceiling was this dirty/.

R&R