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I got you, I got you on my mind
And it's time to make you see (what I want)
So i'll just make this a little more obvious
Cuz I get what I want, and I want you to get with me!

-The Faders, No Sleep Tonight

Inspite of it all

No sleep tonight

Shuichi decided to go to sleep for the rest of the day. When he woke up, there was again two other people in his bed, but today he was warm and comfortable. He decided lay and relax while the twins slept. Shuichi's thoughts started to wander to a sketchy area of his brain. This was the part where sex was the main concern.

He tried desperately not to think of either body touching him – and there was a lot of body touching him- but it became increasingly hard. Speaking of hard... Shuichi decided that NOW was an opportune time to get out of the bed before things got… noticed. He quickly dislodged himself and ran for the bathroom

"Not again," mumbled Kazuya.

Kazuya got up, stepped over Ryuichi, who was sprawled over the floor again, and rapped on the bathroom door.

"Shuichi, are you okay?" asked Kazuya, who was once again on the wrong side of the door.

"I'm fine," replied Shuichi. "I just couldn't hold it in anymore. The pee! I mean that I had to take a pee and I couldn't hold it in."

"Oh," Kazuya said in an embarrassed tone. "Okay." He headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Kazuya heard the sound of the shower running and decided to start cooking.

When Shuichi entered the kitchen, his hair was still slightly dripping. He was wearing a pair of jeans, that moulded to him well and a plain white t-shirt. Kazuya was thinking that Shuichi was the only one that could pull off this potentially boring outfit. He looked stunning whereas anyone else would look boring.

Kazuya shook his head. This was Shuichi and he was a guy.

Kazuya ate breakfast quietly. He tried hard not to look at Shuichi. Ryuichi was the one who looked at other guys. It had always been that way. Ryuichi partied hard and lived fast. Kazuya did the same… sometimes. One difference – he liked girls. On the other hand, Shuichi was very feminine. And those jeans clung to him in all the right places. NO! They did not! Wait. Since when did Shuichi have right places?

Just then, Shuichi walked up to him and put his hands on Kazuya's shoulders. Kazuya was just this side of mortified. He almost slammed his face into his bowl of cereal when Shuichi said, "Hey, Kazuya! You're looking pretty good today. That outfit looks great on you." Then he winked and walked away.

As Shuichi meandered out of the room Kazuya couldn't help nut notice how Shuichi's hips when he did. Okay, that was wrong, thought Kazuya. Hips are connected to the buttocks. And thinking about another guys' ass is BAD.

"He's so cute!" Shuichi shouted at the top of his lungs to his best friend, Hiro.

"He looks exactly like Ryuichi, though. Isn't that a bit awkward?" questioned Suguru.

"No! And it's none of your business anyways! I wouldn't be surprised if you were asexual! At least I have a sex life even if it is with an alien!" After this was said there was an awkward silence.

"You've had sex with him?" Hiro broke the silence. Suguru took this time to leave... quickly.

"Technically, no."

"What have you technically done with him?"

"Technically? Nothing."

When Shuichi got home he found that he was quite alone. This hadn't been happening lately, so he took advantage of his situation by turning on loud music, singing well and dancing horrendously. His job was putting on loud music and singing, but the dancing bit was a rare commodity. So was the music. Utada Hikaru did not usually get turned on in the house.

Right when Shuichi started to bust out his dance skills, (which were few and very womanly) Kazuya walked in yelling in anguish.

"Ryuichi Sakuma! Turn this crap off! How many times do I - Shuichi?"

"Uh," Was all that came out, but oh shit was actually his first thought. Embarrassment stopped him from making any sound that linked back to intelligence. All that came out for about thirty seconds were um's and er's.

"Sorry," FINALLY, Shuichi cursed himself for taking so long to answer. After a particularly long period of silence Kazuya spontaneously burst out into a fit of uncontrolled laughter.

After he calmed down a bit he mumbled something about rock stars and weirdoes. Just as he was walking away, Shuichi decided to make Kazuya uncomfortable.

Since music was still playing, Shuichi thought it would be fun to dance with Kazuya. He started to grind his hips against Kazuya.

"Gahh!" Kazuya shrieked and jumped away form Shuichi.

Shuichi looked slightly abashed, but just went on dancing. Kazuya watched him dance for a full three seconds before he decided that Shuichi was very much like Ryuichi; oblivious to everything.

Ryuichi walked in the door sometime later in the day. He could hear the TV in the living room and the music in the kitchen. Ryuichi headed for the kitchen - there was food there.

"Hey," he said, voice slightly rising over the music. "What's up?"

Shuichi was currently sitting at the table with Kazuya while they inhaled cup noodle.

"Mnoffin'," was the only reply.

Ryuichi grabbed some noodles as well and poured some hot water into them. After he was done filling his cup he took a seat at the table.

"Nice outfit Shuichi. Looks good on you."

"Thanks Ryu-chan," said Shuichi having emptied his mouth.

"Guess what Ryuichi!" Kazuya whispered excitedly.

"What!"

"Guess what I caught Shuichi doing today!"

"Omigod," gasped Ryuichi and stared at Shuichi. "You were masturbating in the bathroom again?"

"What!" burst out Shuichi." "I was not." He turned to Kazuya," I was not masturbating in the bathroom. I was taking a shower. I've been framed! It wasn't me! Omigod! It was Ryu-chan wasn't it!" Shuichi turned back to Ryuichi. "It was you impersonating me in the bathroom. That's bananas! You're an alien too!"

Silence followed Shuichi's outburst.

"Mmmph," Kazuya said, trying to stifle a laugh.

"What?" said Shuichi in a small voice.

"Mmmph."

"What?"

"Mmmph… HAHAHAHA! That's that most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Kazuya said as he burst out laughing.

"But it wasn't me I swear."

"That wasn't what I was going to tell Ryuichi."

"Oh? Oh." Shuichi realised what was about to be divulged.

"Then what was it?" demanded Ryuichi. Somehow he had been left out of the joke and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"I caught Shuichi dancing and singing to Utada Hikaru in the living room today," Kazuya replied.

"Shu-chan you like Utada too!" exclaimed Ryuichi, who was more than happy.

"Shuichi just groaned and put his head down on the table.

"So, why exactly are you calling?" asked Hiro. Shuichi phoned him after his particularly embarrassing ordeal. As soon as he made sure in fact it was Hiro on the phone, not an alien, he proceeded to groan and make other such noises for about three minutes.

"Because. I utterly mortified myself today after I left the studio," replied Shuichi who was currently wrapped in a blanket inside his closet corner. He has locked the door to his room for good measure.

"What happened?"

"I died," was Shuichi's answer and in all honesty a little part of him did die. He even cried a little. Okay, so he cried quite a bit. For half an hour.

"What happened?" Hiro tried again in the same monotonous tone of voice.

"You know how I like Utada, right?"

"Yep," Hiro didn't know where this was going, but it didn't look good in Shuichi's favour.

"Well, I turned on her CD and Kazuya walked in. You know, the cute one."

"Oh," Hiro winced on the other side of the phone. If Shuichi was dancing this would be bad. "You weren't dancing were you?"

"Only a little."

Hiro found his most best-friendly voice and spoke, "Oh well, I'm sure it'll be fine. He probably thought it was… cute." He winced at this lie. Well, not exactly a lie because Shuichi was cute when he danced – in a very feminine way. And feminine, though cute, is not the best when you are trying to impress someone. Plus, watching Shuichi dance was a very… enlightening experience.

"He laughed at me."

"…"

"Hiro, get me out of this existential funk! Let's go drinking!"

"Nah, told Ayaka I wouldn't drink on weeknights," Hiro said nonchalantly.

"Did you just say existential?" this came from a voice outside of the closet.

"Gotta go," Shuichi mumbled and hung up the phone. Slowly he opened the door – just a smidge- and saw Kazuya standing of him with his infamous straightened coat hanger.

"Does that surprise you?" said Shuichi meekly.

"After what happened today? Yes," Kazuya said very sarcastically. Shuichi got up and tackled Kazuya to the bed. Shuichi immediately recognised their closeness, and more importantly their delicate positioning. Shuichi was lying on top of Kazuya. Kazuya, however, was oblivious.

Timing was of the utmost importance to Shuichi, if he wanted things to go well. He looked down into Kazuya's eyes for just long enough to make Kazuya think. Then, with just the right amount of swing in his hips, Shuichi strutted out of the room.

For this Kazuya was glad. It was now Kazuya's turn to get up and run to the bathroom.

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