Neveragain [the triangle challenge]
Title: Neveragain
Chapters: oneshot
Author: melinen
Genre: general with hints of fluff
Disclaimer: The same old song aka no owning
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: DiexShinya
Synopsis: Die hates... stuff. ;D
Comments: Written for dxs_love's triangle challenge (triplet 5: Three neveragains). Should you get interested in it as well, there is plenty of room there for joining. ;D
Die hated being sick.
He hated having to lie in bed all day, being unable to do much else than sleep; hated being useless and helpless like this; hated relying on his lover for providing him with the necessities he needed but was too weak to go and get himself; hated the boredom of his bed when he couldn't use it to what he most wanted to, with the most precious person of his life; hated-
Shinya's cool hand pressed against his hot forehead, and Die had to smile a little. Weakly he took a hold of his lover's hand and brought it to his lips, covered the frail wrist with tiny kisses, listened to the gentle sound of Shinya's laughter.
"Feeling any better?"
Die let a deep sigh leave his lips. "Maybe a little. I want to get well already."
Shinya nodded at him. "I'm sure it will happen soon. Just be patient."
"I can't. I hate this. I will never forget my coat home again in this weather."
Shinya smiled gently and leaned down to peck his forehead. "I'm sure you won't, love."
--
Die hated being hungover.
He hated the pain in his head, in his stomach, in everywhere in his poor body; hated having to hug the toilet seat instead of his lover; hated needing to empty the contents of his stomach to the aforemeantioned object; hated being all weak and sweaty after those tiring moments spent in the bathroom, feeling sorry for himself and wishing to die to have the pain leave him alone.
And he hated it that Shinya never seemed to have it as bad as him, even when they both drank just as much as the other (and Die had counted the bottles, too!); his lover, although not quite as fine as he normally would be, would simply take a painkiller and drink some water, and that would be the end of it for him.
Never for Die, though, and he would always say the same words, time after time.
"I will never drink like this ever again!" he groaned and looked over at his lover, wishing for some sympathy.
Shinya chuckled. "Yes, love, of course you won't..."
--
Die hated giving up control for Shinya like this.
Well... perhaps hate was a little too strong a word for what he was feeling now. Maybe he just... disliked it. Slightly.
Or maybe a little more.
He glanced at his bound wrists, one against each side of the headboard of the bed, the handcuffs shining in the candle light; and all he could hear was the soft clicking sound whenever he tried moving his hands, even a little.
Moving his gaze to his lover, Die narrowed his eyes slightly and tried his best not to show any reactions to this new and undeniably exciting situation.
"I will never let you do this to me again," he swore, if a little breathlessly when his eyes moved down Shinya's nude body, taking in every little detail, the faint shimmer of those long limbs and the way Shinya's hair shone like liquid gold in the light of the candles scattered around the bedroom.
Shinya laughed openly, eyes sparkling with mirth, and placed a hand to Die's bare chest, the touch light as a feather. "Oh, I'm sure you don't really mean that... love."
Chapters: oneshot
Author: melinen
Genre: general with hints of fluff
Disclaimer: The same old song aka no owning
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: DiexShinya
Synopsis: Die hates... stuff. ;D
Comments: Written for dxs_love's triangle challenge (triplet 5: Three neveragains). Should you get interested in it as well, there is plenty of room there for joining. ;D
Die hated being sick.
He hated having to lie in bed all day, being unable to do much else than sleep; hated being useless and helpless like this; hated relying on his lover for providing him with the necessities he needed but was too weak to go and get himself; hated the boredom of his bed when he couldn't use it to what he most wanted to, with the most precious person of his life; hated-
Shinya's cool hand pressed against his hot forehead, and Die had to smile a little. Weakly he took a hold of his lover's hand and brought it to his lips, covered the frail wrist with tiny kisses, listened to the gentle sound of Shinya's laughter.
"Feeling any better?"
Die let a deep sigh leave his lips. "Maybe a little. I want to get well already."
Shinya nodded at him. "I'm sure it will happen soon. Just be patient."
"I can't. I hate this. I will never forget my coat home again in this weather."
Shinya smiled gently and leaned down to peck his forehead. "I'm sure you won't, love."
--
Die hated being hungover.
He hated the pain in his head, in his stomach, in everywhere in his poor body; hated having to hug the toilet seat instead of his lover; hated needing to empty the contents of his stomach to the aforemeantioned object; hated being all weak and sweaty after those tiring moments spent in the bathroom, feeling sorry for himself and wishing to die to have the pain leave him alone.
And he hated it that Shinya never seemed to have it as bad as him, even when they both drank just as much as the other (and Die had counted the bottles, too!); his lover, although not quite as fine as he normally would be, would simply take a painkiller and drink some water, and that would be the end of it for him.
Never for Die, though, and he would always say the same words, time after time.
"I will never drink like this ever again!" he groaned and looked over at his lover, wishing for some sympathy.
Shinya chuckled. "Yes, love, of course you won't..."
--
Die hated giving up control for Shinya like this.
Well... perhaps hate was a little too strong a word for what he was feeling now. Maybe he just... disliked it. Slightly.
Or maybe a little more.
He glanced at his bound wrists, one against each side of the headboard of the bed, the handcuffs shining in the candle light; and all he could hear was the soft clicking sound whenever he tried moving his hands, even a little.
Moving his gaze to his lover, Die narrowed his eyes slightly and tried his best not to show any reactions to this new and undeniably exciting situation.
"I will never let you do this to me again," he swore, if a little breathlessly when his eyes moved down Shinya's nude body, taking in every little detail, the faint shimmer of those long limbs and the way Shinya's hair shone like liquid gold in the light of the candles scattered around the bedroom.
Shinya laughed openly, eyes sparkling with mirth, and placed a hand to Die's bare chest, the touch light as a feather. "Oh, I'm sure you don't really mean that... love."