Yomi stood behind Hitsugi as he waited for his friend to unlock the door to his apartment, feeling tired but accomplished after the night窶冱 performance. He watched the guitarist as he fumbled with the keys, seeing that he, too, looked to be feeling the strain of the night窶冱 activities. Still, the gentle smile covering his lips showed that he, too, was pleased with their performance.
Hitsugi had to shift through his keys before finding the correct one, sliding it into the lock to allow them into the apartment. He held the door for Yomi to grab before walking inside, making his way to the kitchen and placing his keys atop the counter with a loud clink. He glanced over his shoulder at the vocalist, who was closing the door behind him.
窶弸ou want anything to eat or to drink?窶 he inquired as he made his way to the fridge.
窶弩ater窶冱 fine,窶 Yomi told him.
Hitsugi grabbed two bottles of water窶巴ecause in a profession such as theirs, it was always prudent to have a few water bottles handy at all times窶蚤nd made his way back to Yomi, handing the other man one. Yomi smiled and nodded this thanks before opening the bottle and taking a long sip. After he had swallowed, he regarded Hitsugi thoughtfully.
窶彜o窶ｦwhat do you want to do?窶 Yomi asked, glancing around the apartment. One of the cats was already walking around the floor, winding itself in and out of Hitsugi窶冱 legs. The guitarist shrugged.
窶廬 don窶冲 know. I窶冦 kind of tired. I was thinking of sleeping,窶 Hitsugi admitted, looking a bit sheepish. Yomi just laughed.
窶弩ell we can, you know. This is your apartment.窶
Hitsugi chuckled uneasily. 窶弸eah, but I did invite you over,窶 he conceded. 窶廬 don窶冲 want to be a bad host.窶
Yomi smiled, clapping a hand against Hitsugi窶冱 back. 窶廸onsense,窶 he dismissed, subtly beginning to lead the other man toward his bedroom. 窶廬f you窶决e tired, you should go to sleep. I won窶冲 be angry with you for being human.窶
Hitsugi smiled, before yawning widely. 窶弋hanks, Yomi. You窶决e a great friend,窶 Hitsugi said as they walked into his bedroom. A few feet from his bed, Hitsugi stopped, shuffling his feet nervously as he turned to face Yomi. He was blushing furiously, more pronouncedly than even usual embarrassment typically made him.
窶廢rm窶ｦYomi窶ｦcan I ask you a favor?窶 Hitsugi asked, his voice a little shaky. Yomi looked at his friend, recognizing the obvious signs of nervousness that his friend was giving off, before nodding gently.
窶廾f course. You can always ask me anything,窶 Yomi said, adding the second part as a way to, hopefully, make Hitsugi more comfortable. He still didn窶冲 understand, after having known Hitsugi so long, how the other man could still be made so nervous around him, could still be afraid to speak his mind most of the time.
Hitsugi窶冱 flush deepened and his eyes dropped to the ground. 窶廚ould you窶ｦuh窶ｦ窶 Hitsugi trailed off, voice quiet. 窶廚ould you stay with me and stroke my hair again? It helped me fall asleep.窶
Yomi grinned widely. 窶弸es,窶 he replied, without hesitation. 窶弸ou don窶冲 have to be nervous to ask me anything, Hitsu-chan. You窶决e my best friend.窶
Hitsugi looked rather embarrassed, still, by the declaration, but there was a gentle smile on his lips. 窶弋hanks,窶 he whispered, before glancing over at the bed again. He looked uneasy, as if unsure what his next move should be. Yomi smiled.
窶廚hange for bed or whatever you need to do, and just wait for me. I need to go to the bathroom first,窶 Yomi said, trying to afford the other man a moment in which he didn窶冲 feel he was under the vocalist窶冱 scrutiny. Hitsugi nodded and Yomi walked out of the room and to the bathroom.
While he was gone, Hitsugi changed into something more comfortable to sleep in窶蚤 pair of drawstring pants and a t-shirt窶蚤nd slid under the covers of the bed. He laid there for a second, waiting for Yomi to get back.
When Yomi did re-enter the room, he walked over to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers without hesitation, wanting to prove to his friend that he didn窶冲 find any awkwardness in the request. Hitsugi looked a bit calmer, which bolstered Yomi窶冱 spirits a little. He turned on his side, propping his head up on one elbow and reaching over to Hitsugi, running his hand gently through the threads of his hair. Hitsugi relaxed immediately into the touch, letting his eyes fall closed.
There was still some product in Hitsugi窶冱 hair from the show earlier, though the guitarist had managed to get rid of most of it. Yomi worked with his fingers to get the rest of it out, sliding the digits through locks of hair to separate the ones that still had a bit of gel in them. It didn窶冲 take long before Hitsugi started making that familiar purring sound, that familiar exhalation of relaxation and contentment. Yomi couldn窶冲 seem to banish the gentle smile from his lips as Hitsugi leaned into his touch, tilting his head just the way he wanted to be touched, catlike again.
Yomi couldn窶冲 bring himself to stop watching the other man; Hitsugi, completely at ease, was an entrancing sight. The tiny purring sound that the other man made Yomi窶冱 heart ache, but in absolute love and endearment rather than sadness. He tried to ignore the way that same sound went straight to his groin, was immeasurably erotic and beautiful in the way that Hitsugi would never have realized.
Yomi窶冱 fingers brushed along the back of Hitsugi窶冱 neck, and the guitarist suddenly arched into the hand slightly, the sound he was making in the back of his throat changing pitch marginally. Yomi repeated the movement, with a certain scientific interest as well as a personal one, to gain the same reaction. Grinning to himself, he began petting the hair just above Hitsugi窶冱 neck, remaining enraptured by the look of happiness settled comfortably on Hitsugi窶冱 face.
Yomi, then, felt the sudden urge to kiss the other man, though his brain told him quickly not to act on it. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Hitsugi away, especially considering the fact that they were already nearly pressed together on Hitsugi窶冱 bed; the smallest thing could possibly drive the other man away, chase that contentment from his face.
He wasn窶冲 sure where the urge came from; he had always harbored a deep affection for Hitsugi, and in the back of his mind, he had always craved the possibility just slightly, but usually it didn窶冲 creep up on him like that, so suddenly, leaving him feeling twitchy and unfulfilled, as if he should be doing something he was somehow neglecting to do.
窶弸ou窶决e so beautiful, Hitsugi-kun,窶 Yomi found himself breathing out, almost without thinking about it. Hitsugi窶冱 eyes slid open then, but Yomi could tell how groggy the other man was, though he was still aware of himself. Normally, he would have blushed at a comment like that, but his tiredness seemed to render him incapable; instead, he just smiled gently, and snuggled himself into Yomi窶冱 side. That almost killed Yomi right then and there.
窶弸ou are too; you should see it better than you do,窶 Hitsugi replied, his voice husky with fatigue. There was a quality of his voice that made it apparent that his brain didn窶冲 seem to be filtering his words before he spoke them, and Yomi knew, without doubt, that everything Hitsugi could say from then on would be complete, unadulterated truth. He could ask Hitsugi anything at that moment and get a truthful answer; but Yomi would never abuse that privilege, never betray his friend窶冱 trust like that.
Yomi didn窶冲 respond to Hitsugi窶冱 comment, just kept running his fingers through Hitsugi窶冱 hair, the guitarist窶冱 suddenly closer proximity making it a bit more difficult. He watched Hitsugi for a moment, the man窶冱 quiet innocence, and was once again struck by it.
窶廝eing around you sometimes makes me feel like a better man,窶 Yomi admitted, his voice nearly a whisper. It was only then that Yomi began to consider the fact that though Hitsugi didn窶冲 seem to be thinking his words through fully, neither was he.
Hitsugi snuggled closer. 窶弸ou are a good man,窶 Hitsugi insisted, face half buried in Yomi窶冱 shirt. 窶廛on窶冲 sell yourself short.窶
Yomi smiled indulgently, letting his hand fall from Hitsugi窶冱 hair down the other man窶冱 back, stroking gently along the guitarist窶冱 spine. Groggily, thoughtlessly, Yomi opened his mouth again. 窶廚an I kiss you?窶 he asked suddenly.
Hitsugi looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. He suddenly looked more awake, if even a little frightened, and Yomi regretted the words immediately, afraid he had scared the guitarist off. But Hitsugi窶冱 features calmed after a moment, though he was blushing again, and unexpectedly, he nodded gently.
Yomi was so shocked by the guitarist窶冱 assent that he wasn窶冲 sure what to do for a moment; he sat there, frozen, before realizing what had just happened, that he had just gained Hitsugi窶冱 permission to do what had been plaguing him for so long, though he had sublimated the urge.
After a few long seconds, he finally leaned forward, pressing his lips against Hitsugi窶冱, surprised at the newness of the feeling. He wasn窶冲 used to the piercings; though he had kissed Ni~ya before, jokingly, Hitsugi窶冱 piercings were much more numerous, more pronounced. But though the feeling was new, it wasn窶冲 unwelcome.
Yomi kept the kiss chaste, not wanting to scare Hitsugi off after gaining this unexpected consent. Hitsugi didn窶冲 take initiative with the kiss, clearly nervous about it, but he did let his lips move back against Yomi窶冱, following the movements of the other man窶冱 lips.
When Yomi finally pulled away, he couldn窶冲 possibly have removed the wide grin from his face, not being able to remember a single moment that had made him as happy as the one he had just experienced. Hitsugi窶冱 eyes were filled with deep affection, making Yomi窶冱 heart melt further.
But Hitsugi suddenly yawned again, breaking the moment. Yomi laughed nervously, running his hand down Hitsugi窶冱 back once again. 窶廨o to sleep,窶 he whispered, once again feeling that familiar endearment toward the guitarist. Hitsugi suddenly looked confused, fearful.
窶廝ut窶ｦ窶 he trailed off, as if unsure of how to articulate what he was thinking.
Yomi sensed the sudden insecurity from the guitarist, and he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Hitsugi窶冱 forehead. 窶弸ou窶决e tired,窶 he explained, keeping his voice gentle. 窶弩e can talk about it in the morning.窶
Hitsugi nodded mutely, seeming a bit less tense upon realizing that Yomi窶冱 words were not a rejection. He snuggled back into Yomi窶冱 chest, closing his eyes. 窶廴mm窶ｦlove you,窶 Hitsugi whispered as his body relaxed against the smaller man窶冱. Yomi felt his heart swell yet again; he had always known that Hitsugi loved him, as a friend if nothing else, but what had just happened gave his words a new meaning窶蚤 deeper, more profound meaning.
窶廬 love you too,窶 Yomi breathed out after a moment, happy tears brimming in his eyes as Hitsugi began to fall asleep next to him.
Omg Omg Omg So cute i love this part of the story lol Kawaii
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.... guh my fangirl aspect coming through 
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It was the last one...
