Author note: What, you thought Shirogane and Akira would get a break? Pffft! XDXD
Warning: Sex (eventually), tiny bit of bondage, more OOC than I'd have really liked.
Pair: Shirogane and Akira Nikaido
Disclaimer: Monochrome factor is not, however much I'd like it to be, mine. Kaili Sorano owns the characters and the universe they live in. :D

The next morning, they awoke in a tangled heap of bed sheets. They hadn't done anything further than that make-out session, but both felt considerably better for the release of tension and energy.

Akira was eventually forced out of bed by the incessant ringing of the doorbell. Shirogane whined as the younger Shin crawled out of his arms to answer it. He only released his partner when Akira promised to bring him tea in bed.

"What the hell do you want?" Akira snarled. Kengo, Aya, and Kou stood on his doorstep, wide smiles belied by nervous eyes. Aya blushed pink as she realised he had answered shirtless. Kengo couldn't help his eyes flicking down to his friend's chest before locking back on his face.

"To come in, of course!" Kou grinned, ignoring his companions' discomfort. Akira sighed and rolled his shoulders, stretching out the early morning kinks.

"Well, there's no helping it, I guess." He stepped back into the house, allowing the others to follow him. "You know where the living room is, I'm making tea anyway." Even Kou stared at the faint red lines down Akira's back, etched in by Shirogane's elegantly feminine nails.

"Aki, you doing okay?" Kou asked tentatively. "I know how full-on Shirogane can get, so if you need-"

"No worries, Kou-nii." Akira brought a teapot and some cups through. "Nothing I can't handle." He poured a single cup of tea and moved towards the staircase. "Help yourselves, I'll be back."

While the visitors made themselves at home, Akira ascended the stairs, teacup in hand. Shirogane was still curled up under the blankets, dozing. The brunet sat on the edge of the bed, and gently set the tea down.

"Hmm... Who was it?"

"Kou and the others. They're downstairs." Shirogane groaned and pushed himself upright. Akira let his hand rest on the older Shin's chest and lowered him back down to the mattress. "Stay in bed. There's no need to get up. I'll get rid of them soon." Shirogane allowed himself to be tucked back against the pillows and kissed thoroughly.

"If you say so." He took the tea from the bedside table and sipped at it with a content smile. "You'll come back to bed?" Akira nodded and grabbed a shirt.

"Sure. I'll see you in a few minutes."

Back downstairs, Akira dropped onto the sofa next to Kengo, and allowed himself to be drawn in to his friends' mindless chatter. After a couple of cups of hot tea, the brunet Shin found himself reluctantly pulled from his half doze and into full consciousness.

"Soooo?" Kou nudged him. "Been having fun?" Akira calmly punched him on the shoulder.

"None of your business. What are you all doing here anyway?"

"We came to play, of course!" Kengo cheered. "Or... well... help you play!" Akira helped himself to another cup and gave Kengo a dirty look. Kou snorted.

"We're here to help you with the band thing." He clarified.

"I don't need help." Akira shrugged. "I already know all the songs. Peter's family is American, so some of the songs were in English. They took a bit longer to learn than I was expecting, but I think it's alright."

"Wanna do a test run?" Aya offered. "It's not as if you've ever sung for an actual audience." Akira wrinkled his nose.

"No, it's fine. I'm pretty confident with it." he shrugged nonchalantly. "Sing for two people, or sing for twenty, what's the difference?" the others had to admit he had a certain logic.

"So, where is he?" Kou asked, glancing around, as if Shirogane would be hovering nearby.

"Still in bed." Akira nodded towards the stairs.

"Actually, I figured I'd come down after all." Shirogane corrected, floating through a wall. He was wearing one of Akira's baggy t-shirts over the boxers he'd slept in, only just covering a love bite on his collarbone. Akira forced himself not to blush. The Shadow settled next to Akira on the sofa, curling up elegantly and revealing the tops of his long pale legs almost to the hip.

"Why did you even bother getting dressed?" Akira sighed. "With that much skin on display, you're just asking for it." There was a long silence, until Akira realised what he'd said. "Asking for dirty jokes to be made." He corrected. Shirogane purred.

"I think I preferred the first one." He stretched out slightly, sliding his legs over Akira's lap. The teen let out a long-suffering sigh but started stroking the ivory skin soothingly. They remained that way for the rest of the conversation.

TBC