A DieXShinya fic! I just love them together, they are so cuuuute! E-mail me your comments! Totchi_Lover@yahoo.com Stay for Desert   The door to the studio closed behind Toshiya as he left for the night, leaving Shinya silently sitting, watching Die pack up his guitar. "Nee, Die." The words were so low and quiet, the red-haired man doubted that he'd actually heard them at all.     "Hmm, Shinya, did you say something?" he asked, standing up and turning around to face the drummer.     "Yeah," he replied. Do it, Shinya his mind urged. "Are you busy tonight?"     Looking at him suspiciously, Die answered, "Noo... why?"     Shinya shifted uncomfortably on his drum stool. "Do you want to come over for dinner?" Quickly, he added, "I've got nothing better to do."     "You sure? I'll probably just make fun of you..." he teased, though he was happy at the invitation.     "I see, never mind, you don't want to." He cast his eyes down, fiddling with his drum sticks.     "No, no! Gomen, I'd love to!" Die flashed him one of those smiles. (You know, those ones that make us all melt... *drools*)     Trying to contain his excitement, Shinya just nodded like his usual quiet self and walked out the door, leaving Die to guess whether or not he was to follow. Giving one last glance at the empty room, he ran out after the drummer.         Die and Shinya sat in silence after they finished their meal, the guitarist searching for something to say without much luck. Finally, though it wasn't his favorite option, he decided it was best to takes his leave. Pushing his chair out, he stood up, saying, "Thanks for dinner, Shinya, it was really good."     "What are you doing?" Shinya asked, looking up at him blankly.     "Oh, I thought I'd better go..."     "No, don't!" Shinya started, but stopped himself, blushing and looking down at his lap.     Die stopped and looked long and hard at the drummer, trying to push impure thoughts from his mind. "Excuse me?"     "N-nothing," he mumbled, standing up and bringing his plate to the sink to wash it.     Die just stood there, trying to piece together what had just happened. Had icy Shinya just shown emotion? The guitarist hoped so, but didn't want to assume. "I-I mean, I don't have to go now if you don't want me too..." he stammered.     Shinya just shook his head, trying to keep the color of his face from flaring too brightly. He remained with his back to Die, busily rinsing the dishes.     "Shinya?" Die tried, walking over behind him and placing a hand on the drummer's frail shoulder.     "What?" Shinya asked, whirling around and trying to sound annoyed.     Without thinking, the red-haired man put a hand up under the smaller man's chin, tilting his face up and covering Shinya's lips with his own. Shinya's eyes widened in shock and before he could think to do anything, Die had broken their lips apart, backing away with eyes cast down. "G-gomen ne, Shinya, I..." he muttered, face the color of his hair. "I guess I'll go..."     The drummer tried to reach out and stop him, but Die had already turned around and was making his way out the door. Trying to surpress his beating heart, Shinya ran out after Die, catching a glimpse of him enter the elevator. The drummer flew down the hall in record time and stopped the elevator door from closing.     With teary eyes, Die looked up at the drummer, sniffing slightly.     "Die, why are you crying?" Shinya asked, stepping into the elevator before the door forced itself closed. There was no response. "Die? Die?"     The red-haired man just pressed himself into the corner of the small space, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.     "Die-chan?" Shinya finally urged.     Softly, Die murmured, "I'm sorry, Shinya, I-I shouldn't have kissed you."     Smiling slightly, Shinya walked over to the older man, placing his hands on either side of his face and looking him right in the eyes. "Yes. You should've," he corrected. The guitarist just looked down at him quizzicallly, looking just like a little crying boy. Shinya slipped his arms around Die?s ribcage and nuzzled his face into his neck. "It's all right."     Overwhelmed with emotion, Die threw his arms around Shinya's thin body, pulling him close and kissing the top of his head gratefullly. They felt the elevator begin to descend but disregarded it as Shinya stretched up, pulling Die's face down with his hands and initiating a soft and sweet kiss. This time they were both ready and their lips moved gently against one another's, Die?s tongue lightly licking Shinya's bottom lip now and then. Finally, the drummer consented and opened his mouth enough to let the other man's tongue inside. Die gently felt around the inside of Shinya's mouth, tasting him and stroking his tongue lightly.     At one point, the elevator stopped at the second floor. The doors opened, revealing to the people waiting the scene of two men wrapped in each other's arms, deeply kissing. They decided that they could just take the stairs.     Die finally broke the kiss for air and looked down at the shorter man. Shinya had a very dreamy look in his eyes and he smiled, saying, "Do you want to come back now? What about dessert?"     "Mm, and what's dessert going to be?" Die inquired, a certain gleam in his eyes.     Looking at him warily, Shinya replied, "Anything you want it to be, I suppose."     "I think I am hungry for dessert, then." He tightened his grip around Shinya's slim waist.     They finally made it back up to Shinya's apartment, this time containing themselves in the elevator. Unlocking his door, Shinya took Die's hand and led him back inside, sitting down on the couch and studying their entwined fingers. Die's hands were much bigger than Shinya's, the fingers calloused from playing the guitar. His hand was so warm, holding onto the drummer's fingers. At last, Shinya stopped studying his hands and stood up, saying warmly, "I'll go find some dessert!"     Die let him go but grinned as he watched the drummer saunter across the floor, hips swaying from side to side as he walked. He tried to get a mental image of Shinya, hips moving, not constrained by those tight-fitting clothes. The drummer disappeared into the kitchen and Die pushed himself off the couch, moving across the livingroom as though he were stalking his prey.     As Shinya dug through his cupboards, he felt Die's strong arms wrap around him from behind, lips grazing the side of his face. "Mmm..." he sighed, leaning back against the taller man.     "What's my pretty Shin-chan doing?" Die murmured into the drummer's ear.     "Trying to find dessert," Shinya managed to breathe, although his heart was beating wildly.     Turning the drummer around in his arms, Die took his face in a hand, telling him, "I think I have an idea..." He brought his mouth down and covered Shinya's, tongue pushing the other man's lips apart. Shinya melted against his body, reaching up and letting his fingers lace into that soft red hair. Die's arms tightened their already strong grip around the thin figure, pulling Shinya's body ever closer to his own.     Breaking his lips away from his lover's, Die began caressing the skin of Shinya's neck with his mouth, nipping lightly and trailing his tongue softly on the light skin. The drummer sighed, wrapping his arms up underneath Die's arms and gripping his back. Suddenly, he felt himself be scooped up into the guitarist's arms, and he hung on around Die's neck so as not to fall. "Die-chan? Um, what...?" he stuttered.     Die looked down at him lovingly, holding him as gently as he would a baby. "I want to make love to you, Shin-chan," he told him. "Will you let me?"     Shinya blinked a few times, trying to come to a conclusion. Part of him wanted so badly to have Die be a part of him, to feel their naked bodies pressed together. Yet then again, he was scared. He?d never done it before and he was afraid and embarrassed. "Well, I, ummm..."     "I promise I'll make it good! I'll try not to hurt you!" Die insisted. Lowering his voice, he added, "Ai shiteru, Shin-chan."     Gulping down his nervousness, Shinya replied quietly, "All right."     Die leaned down and softly kissed Shinya's lips, then just stood there. It was a rather large anticlimax. "My bedroom is down the hall, last door on the left," Shinya informed him.     "Heh, arigatou ne. ^^;;;;;"  He carried the light body into the room and gently placed him on the bed, crawling over next to him.     Shinya watched, incredibly nervous, as Die knelt on either side of his body, bringing his head down and resuming kissing his neck. Die's tongue felt so nice on the skin, and when it was drawn away, the drummer marveled at how cold the wet skin became.     While still kissing his neck, Die brought his hands up, running them over Shinya's thin sides and flat chest. He was so pretty, lying there under Die's body, tense with anxiety yet curious at the same time. Slipping one hand under the fabric of Shinya's shirt, he trailed his fingers lightly over his ribs, paying extra attention to his hardening nipples. Grabbing the bottom, the guitarist pulled the article of clothing up over Shinya's head and when his face reemerged, Die saw what he though were... tears in the drummer's eyes? "Shin-chan? Daijoubu?" he asked, placing his palms on his lover's moistening cheeks.     Sniffing, Shinya clutched Die to his body with bear arms and cried into his shoulder, leaving wet spots on the guitarist's shirt.     "Shh, what's wrong?" he inquired, rocking the crying man gently.     Shinya rubbed his eyes and choked out, "I'm sorry, Die-chan... I...." He didn't finish and just buried his face into Die's neck again.     Die didn't persit, he merely cradled the drummer in his arms, rocking him until he calmed down a little.     Tears finally subsiding enough to speak, Shinya whispered, "I got scared. I-I don't know what to do..."     The guitarist hugged him close, telling him, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'll love you just the same no matter what."     Clutching handfuls of Die's shirt, Shinya replied softly, "I?m sorry."     "Don't be!" Die exclaimed. "I was moving too fast, I didn't think about what you wanted enough. Your needs should be ahead of mine, don't you think?"     The drummer shrugged, smiling and resting his head on Die's shoulder. "Will you still stay, though?" he asked. "I want you to spend the night."     "But, I thought you..."     "No, no!" he corrected, blushing. "I just want to sleep... in your arms..." He tucked his face further into Die's neck so as he couldn't see how red it had turned.     "Of course I'll stay, lover," Die told him, lying him down on the bed and taking a place next to him. "I'll be good, I promise."     Blushing even worse, the drummer whispered, "Ai shiteru," before curling up in Die's arms, resting his head on the guitarist's broad chest.     Die tucked the blankets close around bare shoulders, so that he wouldn't get cold. Closing his eyes, he pulled the drummer close. "I love you too, Pretty Shin-chan. Zutto." ~owari~