Hey everyone! This li'l bit is dedicated to Bitter Berry who said she wanted to see a Lukas/Kishi bit. I hope that this is good enough for you.

********************************************************************* WARNING: Contains heavy 'R' rated m/m. dragon-angel, doll, if slash ain't your cup of tea, you might wanna give the tail end of this a miss. Also, severe lack of realism (all my baby's are such girl-boy wimps) but this is only fanfiction, so who cares really? *********************************************************************

Kishi, laughing at the way the world was quivering around him, didn't as much walk into the bedroom as collapse into it. He sat on the floor, still giggling fitfully as he tried to make everything stop spinning. Clutching desperately at the carpet didn't seem to be working well, so he tried lying down.

Ahhhhh, that was better. Now all he had to do was get the ceiling to stop swirling and he'd be set.

"Key, you nutter, what-the-hell are you doin' on the floor?"

Kishi knew better than to attempt to get up by himself.

"Luke, c'm on. I 'ave a very simple 'splanation as to why'm lying on the floor. I forget what it is, bu' I know i's simple."

Kishi heard Lukas laughing from somewhere in the kitchen.

"Simple like you."

That comment was unfair and an insult to Kishi's intelligence.

"That comment is unfair an'a insult to my intelligence."

Kishi saw Lukas' familiar boots come into his line of vision above his head.

"Come on, you lightweight. You'd better drink this or you'll be suffering more in the morning."

Rough hands came down and pulled Kishi bodily from the carpet and into the kitchen. Their grip on him was slightly too hard, and it hurt marginally, but Kishi was grateful for Lukas' presence, and the way that he was helping him avoid the dreadful curse of his renowned three-day hangovers.

"Drink up."

A pint glass of water was held up to his mouth and Kishi managed to get a hold on it and downed about a third of it. He paused to get his breath and looked up at his band mate, friend and sometime lover.

Lukas was still tall, still had those sometimes-cold steel grey eyes. His hair was now slightly longer and dyed black again, this time with a noticeable purple-green sheen dyed into it. Apart from the fact that he was a rock star, and, to Kishi anyway, one of the most attractive people he had ever met, it was Lukas' personality that had made Kishi fall in love with him. And Kishi was still in love with Lukas, and always had been. Probably always would be too. The feelings, he knew, were reciprocated, but this wasn't just the love between two partners. This was an agape love, the love between two friends who have been through so much together that they become brothers. The way in which Kishi and Lukas loved each other was too large, too extrasensory, too soulful for the English language too express. It was like the earth.

"What?" Lukas asked his blue-haired, disarrayed guitarist, who had been staring indecipherably at him for the past ten minutes.

"I'm glad of you Lukas." He said. "I'm happy that I met you and I'm thankful that you're still around after all this time. I'm glad that I can say you're my friend."

Lukas, not all sober himself, and known for being a fairly sentimental drunk, felt incredibly moved by this and noticed his vision misting suspiciously.

"I'm glad I can say you're my friend too Key." He said.

Kishi smiled back at him and then leant forward and kissed him on either cheek. Then he kissed him gently on the lips. Lukas kissed back and brought his hands up to hold his best friend's shoulders (though that word seemed so inadequate to them) and they just kissed together for a while. Eventually, they had to break apart, but Kishi stood up, wobbling slightly, and took Lukas' hand. He led them into their hotel bedroom and moved towards the side of the bed, taking his long-sleeved T-shirt off. Lukas moved forward and kissed the bare-chest once, before moving back up and once again caressing the guitarist's mouth with his own. Kishi unbuttoned Lukas' already half-undone shirt and began to peel it off Lukas, who shifted back to help him slide the shirt off. And then their lips re-met again, and they kissed as two pairs of hands went down and unzipped two pairs of jeans. Kishi managed to let Lukas' fairly loose jeans slip down first, and took advantage by delving a hand into his briefs. Lukas yipped and moaned slightly as the little hand stroked down there, then made a concentrated effort to take his partner's jeans off.

"Ummm, Key?" "Mmmmm?" "How. uh, long did it. take you to get these , on?" He panted out between gasps. Kishi undulated against the bigger boy. "I dunno. You havin' problems?"

Lukas growled in frustration and tugged at the skin-tight trousers. Kishi stepped back, reclaiming his hands from their former position, and wriggled his way out of the jeans. Of course, he was wearing nothing underneath them. They had to get on somehow. It was a wonder that he hadn't had to grease them to get them on. Lukas traced a hand down Kishi's front in admiration, leaving the recently uncovered area unattended for now, in punishment for Kishi's teasing touches before.

"Oh, pretty boy." He complimented. Kishi, skin-flushed and breathing hard grinned softly back. "Look who's talking." "Lovely," Lukas said with a joking lilt to his voice. "Would you mind terribly if I bedded you?" Kishi mock-scowled. "Lukas, I swear, if you start getting all 'Pride And Prej' on me, I'll. I'll." Lukas pushed Kishi so that he landed on his back on the bed, which creaked alarmingly, then followed so that he blanketed the smaller body firmly beneath his own. "You'll what?" He asked, suckling on a hard nipple. "Tha. tha... tha's ." Kishi gulped air as he tried to force his words out, eventually giving up on his complaints and clinging to Lukas' back, grip moving and resettling, trying to touch every available area. Lukas relented and ceased his attack on the naked chest beneath him. He stood up and drew his briefs off before settling back down. He lifted a hand lazily to draw a strand of damp, sweat-soaked hair away from jade eyes that had gone dark and feral with lust, but soft and luminous with love. "I love you Key." He said softly. He normally didn't say it when the two indulged in 'stress relief' but tonight was different, slow, soft and sweet and he felt that Kishi particularly needed to hear it. Kishi sighed and hugged Lukas' round the neck. "I love you too Luke."

He lifted his head and kissed the singer, before lifting a knee and rubbing. Lukas groaned hard into his mouth, and the kiss became more passionate as he moved his body in counter-point. "Lukas," Kishi eventually panted. "Please can you please be inside me? Do me gently, please. Do me spooning?"

Lukas simply groped a hand behind him, looking for the lube in the bedside cabinet, and moved up so that they could get into a comfortable position on their sides. He kissed the back of Kishi's neck as he slid a slick hand down and inside to prepare his friend. Kishi tensed and whimpered as he felt the loneliness of his empty body leave as Lukas stretched him as thoroughly as possible. He felt Lukas' reassuring body behind him and he cried in a sigh of relief as he felt him filling him, bringing a hand around to stroke up and down his stomach.

Their pace remained the same as it had been throughout the night, sweet, slow, tender. Lukas kissed and soothed Kishi as they moved in unison with each other. And neither of them had to say a word.

********************************************************************* Urggh! That was so pathetic. I know I said I'd post this with the next chapter, but it is 3:48 in the morning and I am going to bed!