Author note: I almost forgot about this week's update. Oops! This chapter is the reason for the rating! Be warned, people!
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 "For Your Entertainment" belongs to Adam Lambert, Claude Kelly, Dr Luke, and RCA.

"Cheers!" The gang was in Akira's living room, celebrating. The adults had alcohol supplied by Master, but Aya had insisted on the three kids sticking to soda. They'd been there since the end of the performance several hours ago. Kengo and Aya had called home to explain the situation, and it was becoming increasingly apparent that they were staying the night.

"Tonight has been great, and I'm very proud of you, Akira-kun, but I need to get home." Master reached for his coat. "I have to open the bar tomorrow, so time for sleep." Kou stood and stretched.

"I'll walk with you." He offered. "I'm going past yours anyway." Kou glanced at the kids. "Aya-chan, Ken, you guys want walking home?"

"Nah." Kengo chirped. "We'll just crash here." Shirogane and Akira exchanged glances. They were sitting side by side on the sofa, and Shirogane's hand had been sliding steadily further up Akira's thigh all evening. Akira's grey eyes were fixed on the open collar of the Royal Shin's shirt – dusky violet fabric opening onto ivory skin – and the almost completely faded lovebite he'd left there on the night of their first make-out session.

"If you're staying, you go by our routine." He warned absently. "No complaints."

"Sounds fair." Aya yawned. "I might go to bed soon." She wobbled in her seat. "Actually, I might go to bed now." She stood, swaying slightly.

"You can use my parent's room, Aya. Kengo, the spare room is yours." Akira offered. "I'll put some sheets on the beds." He gently removed Shirogane's palm as he stood to leave.

"I think I'll go take a bath." The silver haired Shin stretched, then swung his braid over his shoulder to start unravelling it, reaching for a bunch of bands on the table. Aya couldn't take her eyes off the shimmering expanse of hair. Shirogane chuckled as he reached back to heft the mass up into a ponytail, then twisted and secured it into a bun at the back of his head.

"How the hell..." Kengo looked totally bemused.

"Akira-kun made that face the first time he saw me do that as well." Shirogane admitted. "There's sort of a knack to it. Ryuko taught me." He sighed, a wistful smile sliding across his lips. "He could do such beautiful things with no help. I always needed someone to show me – I just didn't care enough to figure it out myself."

"Beds are done." Akira reappeared. He blinked as he spotted Shirogane's bun. "Bath time, is it?"

"Care to join me, Akira-kun?" Shirogane gave him teasing, smoky eyes. Akira's eyes flicked up and down his partner's form, then smirked.

"Absolutely."

Within ten minutes, Aya and Kengo were in bed – or at least in their respective bedrooms – and Akira was perched nervously on the side of the bath as it filled. Shirogane was leaning against the wall, looking calmer than Akira felt he had any right to be.

"You don't need to worry so much." Shirogane suddenly reassured him. "We only have to go as far as you're willing to. I won't force you." Akira looked up, grey eyes meeting sincere blue.

"Are you stupid?" He stood and pressed his lips forcefully against the other man's. "I want this. I want you." Shirogane shivered under his touch, and suddenly they were tearing at each other's clothes, and then both were in the full bathtub, spitting out bubbles and warm water at the force of their entry.

Akira slid a hand across Shirogane's wet skin, delighting in the soft noises he drew from his partner. The bubbles in the bath were obscuring the view, but he paid it no mind as he moved the hand down to rub over Shirogane's hips, then further to slide under his thighs and encourage the silver haired Shin to open his knees. Akira shifted forwards, until he was almost lying on top of the other, and kissed him, hard. Shirogane whimpered a little into his mouth as Akira's roaming hands found homes: one resting on his ass, pulling him closer; the other on his arousal, and began stroking confidently.

"Ah... Akira..." Shirogane gasped, hips flexing automatically into the touch. Akira nuzzled against his cheek gently, only to simultaneously make his grip tighter and rougher, pleased by the lack of honorific.

"Don't be quiet." He ordered. "I want you to scream my name."

"B-but what abo-about-"

"Forget them." Akira's unoccupied hand moved down to rub teasingly against Shirogane's entrance, making him spread his legs further. "I'm going to fuck you, right here, right now, and I don't care if the whole world knows it."

Shirogane threw his head back as Akira pushed a wet finger into him. He was so, so, so out of practice at this, and it was clear that Akira had little to no idea what he was doing. He hissed briefly as Akira moved a little too roughly.

"Gently." He pleaded. "It's been a while... just... gently, please?" Above him, Akira chewed his lip.

"You've done this before?" Shirogane nodded. "Alright then, but I've never... not from this side. You'll have to tell me what to do." Another nod. Shirogane knew he wasn't Akira's first man – that much had been obvious since he'd started pursuing the younger man – but it was somewhat gratifying to know he would be the first man fucked by the brunet.

"You're doing fine. Just be a little gentler. Keep going to three fingers, maybe four. Then..." he gave Akira a sultry smile. "You get the ide-AH!" He was reduced to shivering mass as, for the first time in more years than he cared to recall, a careful finger pressed against his prostate.

"Is that okay?" Akira's grey eyes were worried. Shirogane pulled him into a firm kiss. "I guess that's a yes." The younger Shin blinked dazedly. Shirogane lay back, calmer, and allowed Akira to continue.

"Everything's fine." He purred as Akira finished preparing him, and kissed his nervous partner as he gently directed Akira into position above him. The angle in the tub was awkward, and after a moment Shirogane pushed Akira back.

"S-sorry." The confused teen apologised. The silver haired Shin rolled his eyes, then shifted to his knees, leaning forwards slightly to brace himself against the edge of the tub.

"Don't be. Just do it." Blue eyes focussed on the wall in front of him as Akira carefully positioned himself, and slowly pushed in. He held back a whimper at the intrusion, but Akira – even more attuned to his partner now than ever before – saw the muscles down his back tense, and the fingers pressed against the rim of the bath go pale from the pressure.

"Breathe." He suggested, and dropped a kiss to an ivory shoulder, earning a shaky smile.

"I know. Just give me a second." Shirogane wriggled slightly beneath him, trying to adjust. Akira was still fairly young, so he wasn't large, but he was big enough that it was uncomfortable at first. Shirogane rested his forehead against his folded arms, panting slightly as he rocked his hips gently, sliding more of Akira's length into him with each motion.

As the motions became smoother, Akira started matching the movement. Laying his chest gently against Shirogane's back, the young Shin kept his thrusts slow and smooth, allowing the other to set the pace and rhythm.

Suddenly Shirogane's knee slipped, forcing him back onto Akira just as their usual rhythm demanded Akira move forward. Immediately, the brunet froze, but Shirogane's moan was ecstatic. Akira found himself slamming into his lover's willing, enthusiastic body.

It was over too soon, and as they collapsed into the dirty bathwater both felt a twinge of embarrassment at how quickly they'd finished. Shirogane was the first to move, if only to drag Akira out of the water, briefly under a towel, and through to the bedroom.

Akira's bed had never been so welcome, as the two tumbled onto the sheets, still half-wet from the bath, Shirogane's hair escaping it's bun to trail around his shoulders in silver curls from the humidity of the bathroom. The kisses were fiery and increased in desperation rapidly, and Akira ended up pinning the taller man to the bed, with Shirogane's legs wrapped around his waist.

No preparation or care this time – neither were sure when Akira had gotten there, but their lovemaking was, if possible, more passionate this time. Full of teeth and claws; frantic movements and desperate cries; hungry mouths latching onto neck, shoulder, lips, anything within reach. Akira came hard inside his lover, and Shirogane followed quickly, pushed over the edge by the hot wave of liquid against his sweet spot, and by the sensation of the pulsing flesh inside him.

Shirogane slumped bonelessly against the damp sheets, refusing to let Akira pull out.

"Why did we wait so long?" Akira pressed open mouthed kisses against his jaw.

"Because you're dense." Shirogane admitted. "You had to choose the time. If I'd suggested it, you'd have bolted." Akira knew he couldn't deny it, so he didn't try. They spent the rest of the night like that – alternating between cuddling in the soiled sheets, dozing, and pleasuring each other.

They never spared a thought for Aya and Kengo down the hall. Aya slept blissfully through it, glad she'd had the forethought to bring earplugs just in case. Kengo wasn't so lucky, and spent the night with his head beneath the pillows, trying to block both the sounds and the mental images.

TBC