“I’m going off now!” Kame called over his shoulder, running out of the practice room as soon as the music stopped.

 
Ueda turned away from the door. “We’ll meet at the same place later, then?” Three other heads nodded as they started to pack their things.

 
********

 
Kame tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on. Move faster. I don’t have all day,” he muttered impatiently, checking the dashboard clock for the umpteenth time.

 
He could feel a smile creep onto his face as he looked at the plushie sitting on the dashboard. The smiley sun plush toy was a gift from Jin.

 
Ah, Jin. Kame could hardly wait to see him. Jin had once promised to celebrate every one of Kame’s birthday with him. It was a miracle for someone as forgetful as Jin to have kept this promise yearly without fail.

 
Shaking himself out of his reverie, Kame ignored his navigation device and took a shortcut through a residential neighborhood to get home faster.

 
*******

 
Dabbing his perfume^[1] on his wrists, Kame took a final look in the mirror. Satisfied, he stepped out of the bedroom as his doorbell rang.

 
If there was one thing that Jin was always punctual for, it was his birthday. His face broke into a big smile as he opened the door.

 
A bouquet of red roses greeted him. Gently pushing the bouquet down, Jin’s mischievous grin was revealed.

 
“Happy birthday, Kazu!” Jin leaned over the flowers to give Kame a chaste kiss. Kame smile into the kiss. He was only ever truly happy in the presence of Jin.

 
Grinning, Jin took Kame’s hand in his as the younger man locked his apartment door. Hand in hand, they made their way over to Kame’s car, stopping ever so often to kiss each other along the hallway.

 
********

 
Kame leaned his head onto Jin’s broad shoulder, relishing the feel of the man swaying against him. He was careful not to brush against Jin’s collarbones. He did not want the magical atmosphere to be interrupted by Jin’s giggling or shrieking.

 
The Italian dinner had been lovely. Jin had teased Kame by discreetly putting mushrooms and tomatoes onto Kame’s plate when the younger man had excused himself to the men’s room.

 
The look on Kame’s face had been priceless when he had come back. Even though scrunched up, Jin still thought Kame looked absolutely beautiful. Kame had retaliated by stealing the seafood off Jin’s plate. If they were not dining in a high-class restaurant, a minor food fight would have erupted.

 
Swaying gently to the music, Kame just let everything go as Jin lead. Jin silently moved Kame’s hand over his shoulders. Settling his arms around Kame’s slim waist, Jin smiled into Kame’s hair. Breathing in the scent of the shampoo he liked so much, Jin nuzzled into the soft hair.

 
They danced like that for another hour or so before Jin quietly murmured into Kame’s ear, “It’s getting late.”

 
Kame nodded, smiling serenely up to Jin. Captivated, Jin leaned down and claimed Kame’s lips with his own. “I love you, Kazu. Forever and ever.”

 
Kame smiled again before leaning up and kissing Jin deeply.

 
********

 
Ueda and Nakamaru approached the sleeping form.

 
“Kame-chan, it’s time to go,” Maru said quietly, gently shaking Kame’s shoulder.

 
Kame murmured something incoherent and leaned further away from Maru.

 
Moving the other two aside, Koki leaned down and carried the sleeping Kame in his arms. Kame resisted a bit before relaxing into Koki’s shushes and buried his face into Koki’s chest.

 
Stepping away, Ueda, Maru, Junno and Koki bowed respectfully before taking their leave.

 
As they moved away, a drop of water slid down the tombstone of Akanishi Jin.

 
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* owari *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

^[1] On Utaban, Kame used the term ‘perfume’ (not cologne) when he described the souvenir he asked Maru to buy for him from Hawaii.

 
A/N: Before you kill me, I cried writing this. I know I can’t write angst. I know I shouldn’t write this kind of fic for Kame’s birthday. I couldn’t help it!!!! Hontou ni sumimasen deshita! *grovels on hands and knees*

 
*changes name, country and gender to escape pissed off readers*