Midnight darkness cloaking neon light-filled city below. An apartment unit alive with small party. Cans clunkering. Glasses tinkering. Half-drunk chatter.

Black-banded wrist bringing can of beer to thirsty lips. Satisfied gulp. "That was probably the best concert we've ever had."

Head full of flipped-out red hair nodding. Eager. "I agree. The best audience, too."

Lock of blue hair tucked behind an ear. Cute pout. "do you think we could afford to eat caviar everyday from what we earned tonight?"

Arched vocalist's brow. "Since when did you start eating caviar?"

Usual response. Shrug.

Huge leader's hand shaking a can. "Ne, we're running low on gas, Hisashi."

Brown head nodding. "And legs, and thighs, and breasts..." Peeking into KFC bucket. "And wings."

"What?" Soft rustle of bare feet padding into the kitchen. A thud. Reddening spot on knobby knee. "Chikusho!" A louder thud. Lump forming on forehead. "Itai!"

Laughter coming out of nose. Funny snort. "You still alive back there?"

Frumbled sarcasm. "Yes, thanks for asking, Teru."

"Anytime." More chuckling.

Head stuck inside fridge. Muffled voice. "I'm all out."

Footsteps zigzagging back into the living room. "Who's going to buy?"

Harmonized response. "Not me."

Contact lens-covered eyes rolling. "Where's Jiro?"

A snore.

Three pairs of eyes narrowing down on sleeping form. Identical thoughts. "Dead."

One quick gulp draining contents of can. Hand crushing the tin. Tossing into waste basket. Missed. "We better go."

Songwriter standing to full five-feet-nine frame. "yeah. I won't be able to drive if i drink any more." Arms slipping into jacket sleeves.

Throat clearing. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Index finger pointing to the couch.

Leader's decision. "Let him stay."

Voice a trifle too shrilly. "What?!"

"You know how ballistic Jiro goes whenever roused from sleep."

"But--"

"He'll find his way when he comes around."

Hand on slim hip slanted to the right. Head tilted the other way. "And if he doesn't? What am I expected to do?"

"Ignore him. Don't you always?"

Exasperated sigh escaping from thin pink lips. Defeat. Gaze following two bodies making way out the flat. Bitterness. "Good riddance."

Round of chuckling. Hands raising up. Farewell. "See you at the evaluation meeting."

Door opening. Shut close. Gone.

Lithe body leaning back against wooden panel. eyes glued to occupied couch. "Now what?"

Still bassist's body laying on its belly. Right cheek flat against leather upholstery. Long lashes fringing closed chink eyes.
Lips puffed out into natural pout.

Smile slashing across guitarist's fair features. Admiration.

A snore.

Frown winning over smile. Creased forehead. "This guy must really be out." Careful tiptoe. Halt behind couch. Slow bending at the waist. Scrutinizing leer at sleeping face. Confirmation. "You really are out."

Maroon Sedan cruising down near-deserted avenue. Upbeat X Japan emanating from speakers. Driver trying to concentrate on traffic. Sigh. "Do you think we did the right thing, Teru?"

Companion's finger tapping against denim-covered thigh. Head bobbing to the beat. Struggle to hit Toshi sound. "Kurenai ni somatta kono ore wa... nagusameru ya--" Voice crack. "Damn!"

Sideways glance. "Are you even listening to me?"

Continued melody. "Mou nido to--"

Finger upon a button. Push. Silence.

Round eyes at driver. "Why'd you do that?"

"You're not Toshi, Teruhiko."

Arms crossed before chest. Petulant pout. "You're just afraid Yoshiki-san would rebuild X Japan and get me as vocalist."

"Sure, and he'll bring hide-san back from the dead, too." Left turn at intersection. "Ne, do you suppose we did the right thing?"

Puzzled. "What thing?"

"Leaving Jiro back there. Don't you think we shoul've woken him up at least?"

"But he was drunk."

"Yes, but still--"

"Don't you remember the last time?"

Mind drawing back to not-so-distant past. Jiro in peaceful drunken slumber. Takuro in need of his couch back. A jostle on the shoulder. Sharp bassist's glare. Near-wreckage of an expensive collector's Gibson. A shudder capping the recall. "I guess you're right."

Freshly-rinsed plate on one hand. Dishcloth on the other. circular movement. Apparent concentration on guitarist's face.
Occasional sigh between drying the china. Boredom.

Sturdy arms slithering around slim waist.

Sharp intake of surprised breath.

Soft tender lips pressing against side of the neck. Cupid face resting upon a shoulder. "What are you doing, Hisa-chan?"

Words dripping with sarcasm. "Pressing clothes. what does it look like I'm doing?"

One arm releasing captive. Finger curled under chin. Gentle pout to meet face. "What's wrong, Princess?"

Faint struggle to extricate self. Footsteps heavy with mild irritation. Dishcloth thrown aside. Leather-clad rump leaning against kitchen counter. Tantrum.

Arms raised in surrender. Clueless. "What did I do?"

"Was that the best thing you could come up with, pretending to be dead drunk on my couch?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"I dunno. It just seems kinda lame. I was counting you would've figured out something more creative."

"So, maybe I should've just told them I'll be staying because you and I have some sweet hot lovin' to do?" Slow nodding.
sputter. "Yeah, that would've gone over pretty well."

"You used that dead-drunk alibi the last time."

"That was no alibi. I really was dead-drunk. And Takuro woke me up." Stalking movement towards beautiful prey. Hand nestling cheek.

Nose inches away from each other. "Besides, I couldn't stay asleep there. We weren't at your house."

Coy smile. Flirty batting of blue mascara-tipped lashes.

Resignation. Palms flat on bassist's chest. Delicate fingers sliding to meet behind neck. Clasped. "You do have a point."

Strong arms rewinding around waist. Slight heave. Guitarist's tush setting down marbled countertop. Skinny legs on either hips. Bodies pressing close together. "I know."

Lips meeting. mouth willingly open. Tongues in a duel. Passion.

Desire.

Later.

Much later.

Hurried gasps for much-needed oxygen. Thumb carefully wiping trace of moist off soft pouty kisser. Teeth worrying down think bottom lip. Seduction. "I needed that, Yoshi-chan."

Scowl. "I told you never to call me that."

Persistence. "Oh, but I love calling you that. I'm the only one who does anyway. It makes me feel special, Yoshi-chan."

"You little flirt, you know you've always been special." Loud smack on tip of chiseled nose. "But I still resent you calling me that."

"It's my term of endearment." Teasing smile. "Yoshi-chan."

Lopsided grin. Lame threat. "I'll hurt you."

Sparkle in eyes. Excitement. "Looking forward to it."

"You up to doing the nasties atop the counter?"

"No."

"Aw, c'mon. Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Back in my bedroom."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Lips fusing together. Lather-bound legs locked around taller man's waist. Weight shifting into bassist's limbs. Slow careful
strides. Momentary parting. "My, Hisa-hime. You've gained weight."

"It's the leather."

"You have to take them off."

"Do the honors." Mouth closing down on lover's. Plump bottom lip caught between guitarist's own. Sucking motion. Occassional nip.

Another flare of heat. Mad dash for the bedroom.

Middle of the street. Full halt by the curb. Fairly-sized house at right. Night lights adorning fence. Air of serenity.

Critical eyes studying two-storey abode. "Your house seems quiet."

"It is, isn't it?"

"Where are they?"

"At their mother's."

"So you're alone all night?"

"Yes." Face breaking into sly smile. "And for the next two nights or so."

Casual nod. "So..." Slight throat clear. "This is where you get off ne?"

Glint of mischief in eyes. "Iie." Smile widening into grin. "This is where I get on." slick maneuver into adjacent seat.

Legs entrapping hips. Butt upon lap. Straddle.Cry of surprise. "Teru!"

Closed space between chests. Arms snaking around neck. Head leaning down. Sensual tongue licking over parted lips.
Hands closing around shoulders. Genlte shove. "Teru!"

Charming face wearing hurt expression. Baby talk. "Don't you want me anymore, Takky-chan?"

"I do, oh, I do but Jesus, Teru! Can't you even wait until we get inside the house?"

Finger curling wisp of scarlet hair. "Oh, Takky! do you always have to be so modest?"

Defensive tone. "I'm not always modest."

Unconvinced huskiness. "Oh, really?"

Yeah." Fingers slipping underneath waistband of loose jeans. Seeking. Probing. Grasping. Conviction. "Really."

Sharp moan. "Uhm, Takky-chan? that's not a whammy bar." persistent sensation. Brath inhaled through clenched teeth.

"Let's get inside, ne? We'll need the space."

Two bodies emerging from car. Smaller man leading the way.

Closed door behind. Dead bolt. Secure.

Brief stop at foot of the stairs. "Ne, Tekko?"

"Yeah?"

"Last one up there gets one helluva blow." Long strides running up the steps.

Dreamy eyes following tall figure's ascent. Expectant sigh. Leisurely climb to the bedroom. Brace. White hot night ahead.

Lean arms cleaving the sheets. Svelte figure easing away slightly from lover's form. Head propped up on elbow. Gaze tracing cute yet masculine profile of other boy. Affection. Lots of it.

Bassist's naked body quarter-rolled. Stomach down. Face toward the guitarist. Eyes closed. Fatigue. Tempting smile plastered on face.

Fingers brushing away stray blonde strands. Thin lips next to ear. A whisper. "Yoshi..."

Sleep-clouded eyes opening. Arm draping over guitarist's flat tummy. Possessiveness. "Hisa-hime."

"You sleep too much."

"You wear me out."

"But I'm not that good."

"You're not in the position to judge on that, Princess."

Impish smile. "Flatterer." Nose nuzzling blonde hair. sigh of worry. "Yoshi, do you think they know?"

Enjoying the petting paradise. "How could they? The world knows we hate each other. Those two might even be wondering if we'd killed each other by now. Why would they even suspect?"

"So I might be worrying over nothing?"

"You always do." Bedsprings squeaking. Body rolling over to its back. Hand moving to lover's nape. Delicate smoothing. Gentle tug downwards. Kissers meeting in passionate dance. A brief one. "Ne, Hisa-chan?"

"Mmm?" Barely a rumble in the chest.

"Could we have another go?"

"I thought you're tired.

"I'm up to the challenge."

"Alright." Sitting upright. Leg and arm swinging over lying form. On all fours. Bassist trapped under guitarist's lithe body.
Helpless but willing. "But this time, I get to be on top." Closing in on object of passion. Getting down and dirty. Ubridled desire. Third round.

Sexy blue haze surrounding the room. Long sinewy body reclining against pillows. Soft lover's cheek nestled upon bare chest. Rhythmic breathing. warm. tingling. Long fingers combing thorugh strands of brown hair. "You never cease to amaze me, you know."

"You're not the only one." Semi-calloused pads of fingers running down torso. Unconscious teasing. "How did you get to be so good?"

Arm draping around shoulder. "I have a good mentor."

Purring. "Me?"

"No. Masahide."

Giggle. "I've always wondered aboyut you two."

"Right, like I was never made to wonder about you and a certain other guitarist."

"You mean Hisashi?"

"No. Sugizo."

Arched brows meeting. Confusion. "How'd Sugizo get into this? he has his Ryuichi." Head raising to meet lover's eyes from above lashes. Eyes rounding in comprehension. "Oh, you _are_ talking about Hisashi, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. Where's your head?"

Devious smile. "Down you know where." Ruffled brown mane. Arms tightening around body. Chin fitting into crook of neck.
snuggle. "Hisashi's hardly a threat. I wouldn't even be talking to that arrogant bitch if it weren't for the camera."

"But the fans sure like the two of you together."

"Let them like all they want. If anything, it would help cover up for you and me."

"Don't get too carried away, though."

A snort. "the only charm that sweeps me away is yours." Middle finger tracing imaginary circles down guitarist's body. "Ne, Takky-chan? Do you think they know?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Why, you think Hisashi and Jiro take the time out to talk about us behind our backs? That's really rich, Tekko-chan. Next to impossible and inane, but very rich."

Tender slap inflicted on exposed skin. "Takky, you're making fun of me!" Pulling away from embrace. Hand reaching for half-lit cigarette on silver ashtray. Red tip aglow. Smoke coming out in swirls.

Playful arm tug. "Tekko, get rid of that."

Leer over shoulder. "Tell me you're sorry."

Sigh. Surrender. "I'm sorry, Tekko-chan."

One last puff. Nicotine source stubbed out. Seductive call. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you. So much. You know that."

Palm down on guitarist's chest. Chin resting upon hand. More purring. "Tell me to do what I do best."

"Do whatever it is you do best, Tekko, pretty please with cherry on top."

Vocalist's free hand sliding down. Secure grasp. Hardness.Weak erotic moan. Quavering. "Uh, Tekko...that's not a
microphone."

"But hell, I can put it before my mouth, can I?" Lips trialing caresses to follow hand. Descending.

Lower...

Low.

Four in the afternoon. Recording studio office. Band gathered around. Waiting.

Hisashi sitting on couch. Fresh stick of Kool between fingers. eyes directed at the window. Glare.

Jiro settled by the window. One foot up. Arranging shoelaces. Attention aimed at end of long table. Eyes rolling heavenward.

Takuro leaning back in seat at the end of long table. Concentration on sheet of paper in hand. Eyes looking up. Focusing on doorway. Leer.

Teru up on his feet by the doorway. Playing with blue Game Boy. Jumping up and down. Hurls toy at Hisashi. Hearty round of laughter. Discreet frown.

Record producer strolling in. Eyeing each member. Studying. "What did you guys do?"

Stunned faces. "What?!"

Smile. "One night after a concert and you all look refreshed. what did the trick?"

Subtle sighs of relief. Shrugs. Vocalist's reply. "Nothing much."

Bassist's shrug. "Just plain old fried chicken."

Petite guitarist's nod. "And beer."

Four pairs of eyes following Masahide's exit. Exhanging looks.

Leader's red head tilting to one side. Decision. "We should do that more often."

Four heads. Four nods. One thought.

_When's the next concert?_

~ owari
2001.05.31
20:11

Author's Notes:
First time to write this way. First time as well to do a TakuroXTeru. Teru fans may protest. It's okay, but it wouldn't change my mind. I LOVE JIROxHISASHI FANFICS!!!