Ran and Yoru were at it again. The two boys had hardly gotten a minuet of sleep before Yoru had surfaced, grinning like the mad man he most likely was. Hoisting himself up, he kicked his legs off of the bed and slowly closed the short distance between him and his sleeping boyfriend. Lovingly, he brushed a strand of the other boy's long hair off of his face, letting his hand linger on the smaller boy's cheek, before he scrunched up his nose cutely and his eyes fluttered open. Looking down hopefully, he saw that the boy's eyes were red and began to smile uncontrollably.

"Yoru?" Ran asked, rubbing his eyes with his fists adorably.

"Right here, love," the blue haired boy replied, leaning down and kissing Ran's cheek sweetly. In seconds, the smaller boys face grew to the same colour as his hair.

Taking Ran's blush as an invitation to continue, Yoru pulled himself onto the bed, above the flushed boy and planted a kiss on his perfect lips. Wanting more, Ran kissed him back wrapping his arms around the seme's neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Taking things further, Yoru ran his hand down his lover's body, reaching under his pyjama bottoms causing the other to gasp. Lust overcoming the moment of hesitation, the pink haired boy moaned into the kiss. As Yoru moved his hand, the moans became more frequent and a hell of a lot louder.

"I love you," whispered the smaller boy as the two came apart for air.

"WHAT?!" came a voice from the doorway making the pair turn their heads.

Stood in the doorframe, face flushed bright red, jaw dropped and staring at the two, was Matsuri. His eyes seemed to bulge out of his head when 'Sora' sighs and bends down to give 'Sunao' a peck on the lips before lifting himself up and rolling off of the smaller boy, onto the bed next to him. Of course, we all know that it wasn't really Sora and Sunao but, at least for now, Matsuri didn't have to know.

"Nao-chan," he said quietly, "did you just say that you… that you loved him?"

Ran looked over to Yoru who gave him a small nod. Swallowing, Ran searched for the words.

"Yes," he said, finally. "And I'll say it again and again, until it stops being true."

"But… but you two…" Matsuri couldn't seem to find the word.

"Act like we hate each other?" Yoru spoke up. "Yeah. It's all an act. Don't you think we would have asked to change rooms if we did," the blue haired boy smirked as Matsuri gasped in realization.

"Wait. You two… are you two secretly dating?" he half whispered.

Wrapping his arms around his lover's waist and pulling him close, Yoru replied. "Obviously. Besides, it's so much better like this; Sunao's so much cuter and sweeter at night and there's never- usually never- anyone to ask any questions," he glared as he said the last part.

"Sora…" whispered the blushing boy next to him. Seeing the flush on his face, Yoru reached over and cupped the uke's cheek in his hand, then leaning forwards and placing a kiss on his lips.

"Er," Matsuri started awkwardly, "I'll just, uh, go then…"

"Actually," said Ran, "why are you here to begin with?"

Shuffling his feet, the blonde felt his face heat up. "I heard moaning and I thought that one of you might have gotten hurt, but I guess not," He trailed off, uncomfortable. Ran giggled lightly. "I'll… um… see you tomorrow…" he said, rushing out of the room.

"Now, where were we?" Yoru straddled Ran again and continued from where they were before.