By: hase
Written for: Xiola Pikachuke XD
Illustration by: Pikachuke

Initial D © Shigeno Shuichi/Kodansha/to'max/OB Planning.

"Ow!" The dark-haired man yelped, startled out of his sleep, thanks to the painful smack on his back.

Takeshi rolled over to his other side and glared at his lover. Keisuke was dead asleep; the blonde driver was snoring softly, unaware that he had just kicked Takeshi in his sleep.

Takeshi rolled his eyes and with an exasperated sigh, shoved Keisuke's foot back to the younger man's side of the bed. Shaking his head, he reached for the comforter bunched at Keisuke's feet and tucked his lover in properly. Done, Takeshi lay back down on his side of the bed and closed his eyes, only to open them again when he felt Keisuke kicking the comforter off with a loud grunt.

"Fine," Takeshi grumbled, "if you're not cold, I'll take this." He curled himself up into a ball and tugged the comforter to cover himself. "I hate being a light sleeper..."

He was just about to nod off when the comforter was yanked off him, startling him wide awake. Keisuke had rolled over to grab the comforter and rolled back, practically swaddled in the warm duvet.

"Keisuke!" Takeshi hissed, but to no avail; Keisuke was still blissfully asleep. The sleep-deprived Night Kids team leader gave his lover a kick, eliciting a grunt from the other man. Scowling, he turned his back to Keisuke and closed his eyes.

And again, just right when he was about to drift off to sleep, Keisuke startled him awake - this time, by flinging off the comforter almost all the way off the bed. "Raahgmph..." Keisuke grunted as he reached out with one hand, seeking the warmth of his lover.

Normally that gesture would have brought a slight smile to Takeshi's lips, but unfortunately for Keisuke, the annoyed Takeshi's only reaction was a snarled:

"Goddammit!"

Takeshi sat up and smacked Keisuke on the head with his pillow, but alas, that soft blow only caused Keisuke to roll over and drape himself all over the bed in a graceless sprawl, and to snore even louder.

Disgusted, Takeshi climbed out of bed and headed for the living room downstairs, dragging his pillow with him. He decided that sleeping alone on the couch was much better than trying to sleep with a restless Keisuke in bed, which was practically an impossible task.

The dark-haired man flung himself on the couch, hugged his pillow close to his chest and closed his eyes. It wasn't really comfortable, but at least it was quiet down here, and there was no one to kick him awake. "At least now I can get some sleep," he muttered to himself just before he finally sank into blessed slumber.

"Takeshi?" Keisuke said groggily, instinctively reaching out for the warm body that was customarily next to him. Finding nothing but rumpled bedclothes, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Now where did he go?" he muttered.

Keisuke crawled out of bed and slid his feet into his slippers before he went into search for his lover. "Maybe he went to the toilet or something," he mumbled as he made his way down the stairs before he was overtaken by a yawn that nearly split his head open.

"What are you doing there?" Keisuke asked in genuine surprise upon seeing Takeshi curled up on the living room couch. He padded off to the couch and knelt down, brushing away the sleeping Takeshi's bangs away from his forehead with one finger. He pondered carrying Takeshi back to bed, but-

Forget it. He's too heavy.

Keisuke bit his lower lip in thought for a long moment before he decided what he was going to do. He walked briskly back to his own room and returned a minute later, pillow in one hand and comforter in the other.

Ryousuke opened the door and walked into the living room to find the amusing sight of his brother asleep on the floor, just next to the couch where Keisuke's lover was sleeping on. Both of them were sharing the same comforter, and both of them were dozing soundly.

Ryousuke smiled. They made a sweet picture - Keisuke in his yellow pyjamas, smiling even in his sleep; Takeshi in his black pyjamas, looking much younger in his relaxed state... Ryousuke resisted the urge to run and grab a camera.

The older Takahashi tiptoed carefully past them and headed for his own room, chuckling softly to himself. "How cute."