Wow you guys sure read on quick… I'd just posted this story not 2 days ago and there were readers already…! And unfortunately, this is not a series, it's just a two-shot that was meant to be a one-shot but was too long and ended up being a two-shot. So enjoy, my fellow readers!

Sleep-over

Chapter 2

He went into the living room. The long couch had its back to him so he can't see who's in it, but he can see two pairs of legs dangling over the armrest, and heard the sound of clothes rustling against each other.

Kou's jaw dropped about two feet. I— I-Is he d-doing it?

"A-Akira…?" He said just as somebody else's voice overlapped his, a much lower tone rather than his questioning one.

"A-Akira… You're taking this to a whole new level…"

"I-I can't help it, all right? You're the one who's making it difficult…"

Kou's jaw dropped another two feet as he realized that the other person was Kengo and heard the sound of clothes rustling again and Akira grunting.

"Mmph… Akira! Stop this…"

"What do you mean 'stop'? I can't…" Akira's voice had a somewhat sexy tone to it as he grunted again.

At this rate Kou's gonna die from his nosebleed which was going full force, imagining what might be happening over on the other side of the couch. I have to stop this…!

Kou ran to the front of the couch, and yelled, with his eyes closed shut:" S-Stop this, both of you! This is unhealthy! I know that at this age it's kind of difficult, but don't follow your instincts too much! If you can't then at least wait until you're a little older!"

Kou opened his eyes wide as he heard the sound of heels knocking together. It was Akira. And he was on top of Kengo. On the couch. Their bodies close against each other. One of their arms was outstretched; Akira's reaching towards Kengo's. And in Kengo's hand, was a damn remote.

"R…Remote…?"

Akira was still knocking his heels together and their arms was still outstretched as both of them stared up at Kou, their faces heavily flushed and breathing heavy as if they'd been running in a marathon.

"Kou-nii…?" Akira said.

"Wha—What the…" Kou looked around, dumbfounded. Empty juice can littered the coffee table.

Akira continued reaching for the remote, grunting as if a child reaching for cookies on a high shelf. And Kengo continued keeping the remote just out of Akira's reach, teasing him.

"K-Kengo you idiot… Give me my remote~!" Akira whined.

"Hmph! Who're you to call me an idiot? And no way." Kengo had a smug look on his face as Akira had a whiny one.

"W-What's up with you guys?" Kou had never before seen Akira whining and Kengo smug. He looked over at the empty cans and picked one up. This is way too suspicious to think that it's just a can of juice… He noticed a flap on the surface and pulled it out and read the writing imprinted on the metal.

"A-Alcohol tops grape juice by 70 percent…" He looked over at the two on the couch and looked back at the cans. There were eight of them. "You guys are drunk…" He slapped his face to his palm, not caring if it might slightly tinge his glasses with blurry fingerprints. "And here I thought you were making out when you were fighting over a damn remote."

"Come on give it up already! My arm aches!" Kengo said, exasperated.

"Then give it to me and it'll end!" Akira protested.

"No," Kengo replied nonchalantly.

"Mou I'll dig my elbow in your ribs!" Akira threatened childishly.

"You do that and I'll kick you."

"You do that and I'll jump on you!"

"And you do that and I'll kiss you." Kengo smirked.

"Ew~!" Akira leaped up and was cowering beside Kou in a flash. He hugged Kou's arm. Kengo sat up, massaging his sore arm.

"Kou-nii do something! Kengo's gonna kiss me!" Akira pulled harder on Kou's arm. "Nee, nee~ Nee, nee~!"

Kou was frozen to his spot as tears flowed comically like waterfalls over his face. Oh God… What have I done to deserve this?

"Kou, move. You're a hindrance." Kengo said, looking straight at the TV as if he could see it through Kou and Akira.

A big red '#' appeared on Kou's head and he snatched the remote from Kengo and turned off the TV.

"Now tell me, guys. Who gave these to you?" Kou shook an empty can.

"Kengo's nee-chan! It's good, y'know? It's like… 'pika pika~' and 'kira kira~' all around you!" Akira said.

Both Kou and Kengo stared at him. "What the hell do you mean?" Kengo asked, kicking him lightly.

"Hey~!"

I am seriously getting a headache… This is all a dream, this is all a dream, this is all a dream… Kou sighed. This is not a dream…

"Kengo should just go back to Kengo's house!"

"Oh yeah? I won't. And I can't. I'm locked out, remember?" Kengo flopped back on the couch and crossed his legs together.

Akira was silent for while, glaring at Kengo. Instead of the glare that most people, even Shirogane, would be afraid of, it was exactly the kind of sulky glare that Kengo would make.

Kengo glared back at Akira, a smug, mocking, sneering glare like the kind Akira would give. Kou sweat-dropped.

"Yaaa~ Kou-nii do something!" Akira pulled on Kou's arm.

"Ahaahaa~ I can't do anything~! Why can't you guys just be drunk like everyone else?" He thought of hitting them and making them pass out till morning.

"I'm sorry guys but it's for your own good! I think…" He hit them both.

"Ow!"

"Oww!"

Kou let an unconscious Akira fall on top of an unconscious Kengo and fled all the way to Master's bar.

"K-Kou… Are you all right?" Master mentally calculated how many glasses Kou had taken.

"Don't ask anything… Just let me drink…"

Master refilled Kou's glass then refilled another guest's. "Okay… Ah, but I'm not going to let you drink without paying, okay?"

A big red '#'.

"I know that!"

Shirogane walked through the door. It was 3 a.m. and the sky was still dark outside. He stopped when he noticed that it wasn't locked, or even properly shut. Kou that idiot…

"Akira-kun~" He called out softly, walking into the house and going up the stairs to Akira's bedroom. He stopped again when he heard something shift in the living room. He peered in, trying to let his eyes adjust to the dim light.

And let his jaw drop to see two pairs of legs dangling over the armrest A-Akira-kun…!

He held his breath as he made his way to the back of the couch and carefully peeked in.

A-Akira and Kengo… Unbelievable…

Akira was on top of Kengo. On the couch. Bodies close against each other. Sweating. Faces flushed. Akira cuddled up against Kengo. Kengo stirred, shifting, and slung his arm over Akira.

"Mmph…" Akira held onto Kengo's shirt.

Shirogane could not take it any longer.

"AKIRA-KU~~NN!"

They jerked awake. Kengo's face knocked against Akira's by accident, which caused Akira to kiss Kengo's cheek. That made them fully awake. They stared at each other, bewildered and blushing furiously. By then Shirogane is dying from his delusions, nosebleed, and their accidental kiss.

"U-Uwaa!" Akira leaped up from Kengo and fell to the floor. His whole face was red, like Kengo. "Wha-What did you do to me?"

"W-Why are you asking me? You're the one who's on top of me!"

Akira jolted and looked down at himself. The front of his shirt was a bit wet from pressing against Kengo. Kengo looked at himself too. Then they looked at each other. They blushed redder and tears sprang to their eyes.

"U-Uwaaaaa~~!"

Shirogane walked into the bar. He found Kou and sat beside him. "Master, give me everything you have!"

"Aha, ahaha… So you saw…" Kou said tiredly.

"W-why were they… And were they, you know…"

"I don't know…" Kou shook his head. "I really don't know…"

"Honestly, what is wrong with you two?" Master scoffed.

Finished… Sorry if it's too short. But still, I wish I could make Kou walk in and saw them making out… Now that would've been funny… =) I'll give it my all to write up another MF fic~~!