Part One is now finished, guys. So. This is the final chapter of part one. If you want to get notified about Part Two- and I am soooo happy if you do- then I think you have to subscribe to me as an author... which would be amazing... LoL. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the final chapter of part one =D

Assuming, of course, that he'll take me… I think… I know. What I want. It's a thudding feeling, something I honestly don't recognise. Something I don't think I'll ever quite understand. But if a week has had this impact on me. Then. I think I want to know where it goes after this.

Misaki's head was bent over his bent knees, a green wine bottle in his floppy hand. The slim, shadowed room around him masked the secret flicker of excitement and elation in Misaki's chest.

It would be hard, I know that. But I'm old enough. Takahiro wouldn't have to pay for me anymore. It would just. Be. I would just be. Happy.

He looked up as he heard the quiet but heavy footsteps of Akihiko going upstairs. It had comforted him to hear him moving around in the living room. What was more, it had sort of shocked him that he hadn't noticed Misaki's presence in the room through the main room.

I'm eighteen. Eighteen is old enough to make my own decisions. And I Am. I Will. But Takahiro's disappointment… I so badly don't want that. Mum and Dad definitely wouldn't.

Swallowing, Misaki put the empty glass bottle down next to him and stretched out his legs.

Is this growing up?

Head fluffy with his slight intoxication, Misaki closed his eyes, running a hand through his warm hair. He recalled the scene he had Akihiko had had in the car when Akihiko had come to the bar.

He's such a perve following me like that. You know you should just run. It's been no pleasure-cruise being here. He's dangerous… but God knows you like it, Misaki. Don't deny it. Do what you feel is right. Since when was accepting sweets from a practical stranger a good idea?

He opened his eyes and they fell on the motionless figure of a bear on a shelf in front of him. The ear was slightly obscured by the large, leafy plant in front of it and its glassy eyes were admittedly a little scary in the dark. However, the small smile on the teddy's face seemed to bring Misaki to an abrupt conclusion.

Akihiko

Akihiko sat on the edge of his bed, kicking off his shoes, undoing his tie and falling back against the bed. His body draped over the bed, legs over one side and head lolling over the other. He had shut his door. It was dark in here. Just like he liked it. Just like he was going to have to get used to.

His jaw clenched as he realised he would have to release the tension building in his body. Otherwise, he knew- and he smiled coyly and bitterly with this knowledge- he would be more than grouchy tomorrow. He needed to put on his best fake smile tomorrow. Needed to be a solid figure Misaki could come to… if he wanted to.

His home was just as silent as it had been before anyone had come in and with one, clear face in his mind as he closed his eyes, he allowed his hand to slide down his chest, over his shirt. He started to pulse. He tried to re-experience the kiss he and Misaki had shared. That got him throbbing. He swallowed as his throat became anxiously tight. He imagined Misaki was here and that they were about to make love… taking off Misaki's top. Please. Kissing his shoulder. Please. Akihiko's index finger began to skim over his belt as he heard the way Misaki had gasped as he had stroked over his stomach, when they had kissed. Ple- wait. He hadn't imagined that gasp.

Misaki

The vision of the man on his bed in an obviously prepared position made Misaki freeze in Akihiko's doorway. His tongue clicked uselessly on the roof of his mouth, eyebrows knitting together as he smiled, embarrassed.

Akihiko's eyes had snapped open as soon as he had gasped at seeing him and Misaki watched as Akihiko's alert face turned to one of warm affection. His hand slid to rest on his stomach. Luckily, no zips had been undone yet, so Misaki still had Akihiko's endowment to imagine and not see in reality (this imagining, which flitted in and out of his mind whenever Akihiko was around, still got Misaki blushing to himself).

"W-What are you doing?" Misaki choked, stupidly. Akihiko watched Misaki sideways, his head cocking towards to boy as he smiled some more. "Don't smile like that, you paedo! With me and m-my brother in the h-house!"

"What I was about to do wouldn't have awoken your brother- I do have some tactful restraint. Your shouting, however-" I'm shouting? "May well do so."

Akihiko

Just like the sun sparkles on your hair, the early morning blae shadows it… making you out to be darker than you really are. Hm.

Akihiko's throbbing had not stopped on Misaki's arrival. Indeed, the tempo had increased. He felt like he was an artist surveying the most perfect model. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. Lying on his bed… watching Misaki's left eyebrow twitch every other milli-second.

"I'm not shouting!" Misaki hissed.

"You were, though," Akihiko countered. Ahh, contentment, what gifts you bestow upon me. Akihiko's voice was lazy and low as he argued with Misaki. Mainly, it was because he was so elated at seeing the boy. There was a silence. "Are you going to stand there all night?" Akihiko asked. "Because," he added, slyly, "your presence definitely wont deter me from my plan."

Misaki opened his mouth, eyes widening as he prepared to bark out another come-back. But something changed in his face, something sombre was added, which blew away the smirk on Akihiko's face.

"Misaki?" Akihiko's voice was serious, concerned. He almost sat up.

"Ianaayhoe." Akihiko blinked at Misaki's inaudible words. Akihiko didn't have to ask Misaki to repeat, because next minute, the boy's body sagged as he looked down at his feet. He took a deep breath and said it again. "I want to stay home."

Akihiko felt like his heart had stopped.

"In Japan?" He swallowed away the dream that Misaki was talking about staying in his home and made sure to clarify. "You better tell Takahir-"

"Here. In here-" Misaki blushed as he realised that may come across as here in Akihiko's room and backtracked- "Your home." Silence. "I don't want to impose… I mean… it's close to school and more convinient, obviously."

Misaki

"Obviously." Misaki flinched. Akihiko was standing right in front of him. The moment brought back memories of the first night Misaki had been here… Misaki had been shouting at him, Akihiko taunting him for… weari- "You're not wearing your contact lenses." Misaki's teeth clamped tightly together. Reading my bloody mind again, if he starts to do that again I'll explode. Then I wont be able to stay here. Then he'll be sorry. Then he wont have his effing housemaid! Then- Misaki's thoughts were halted. Akihiko had wrapped his strong arms around Misaki's shoulder, so hard that Misaki's nose was pressed hard against the side of Akihiko's bare neck.

"Akihi…ko! Can't brea-" Before Misaki knew it, he was draped over Akihiko's shoulder and the door of his bedroom was closed. Thrown down on the bed, Misaki began to scramble to get up, but Akihiko was already craned over him. Hands in fists on either side of Misaki's head. Knees touching both of his hips. Face. An. Inch. Away. Face so serious.

"You've been drinking. You had the last of my fucking wine, you waif." Misaki couldn't tell whether Akihiko was genuinely angry or not, so he just lay there and tried to distinguish some form of exact emotion in the man's amethyst eyes. Then, a smile spread out on his ashenly pale face. "Probably just Dutch Courage to come and see me, I suppose." Akihiko put the tip of his nose against Misaki's and smiled into his dark olive eyes. Misaki blinked several times, caught off-guard. Then, true to character, he glanced away, past Akihiko's arm.

"It was not. Dutch. Cour-" Kiss.

Akihiko

Akihiko's heart squeezed with joy as his lips softly pressed over Misaki's warm mouth and he breathed him in as he leaned on his elbows and stroked through Misaki's hot, silky hair. He felt Misaki tremble beneath him and a genuine, almost scary, pang of affection fused through every nerve in his body. The gravitas of the feeling almost knocked Akihiko out, but the fast rising of Misaki's chest kept him alert enough and kiss upward over Misaki's upper lip… and slide his tongue over it.

"Ah! You can't just-"

"Shush now." Akihiko fell onto his side, head pushed down into his pillow. He dragged Misaki up next to him and turned his body to the side so he could curl around his small frame. This is it. This is where I am, where I belong, where I'm bloody staying.

"Don't tell me to shush!"

Misaki

"You've made your decision, Misaki. Stick to it."

"I'm not one of your bears!" Misaki tried to free himself from Akihiko's iron-like grasp. "You can't control…" He stopped. They'd had this conversation before. It didn't end well for me. I was seduced. I remember.

They lay in secretly blessed silence.

What would Mum and Dad think. Oh. As his body shook of its own accord, Akihiko's cool breath tickling the back of his neck, a revelation spread through his head.

Mum and Dad died in that car crash. Together. Takahiro was nearly killed… Takahiro told me, as I helped him into my bed, that one doctor had told him that if he hadn't leaned over Manami, neither of them would have survived… their position saved them, apparently. And. And Akihiko… our near crash. That was a huge sign and I didn't even see it. My crash was with him and he swerved us out of it and made damn sure the ones who had nearly harmed us… me… paid for it. That's… that's…

"Misaki? You're so silent." Akihiko's low voice hummed over Misaki's skin and, merged with the distinct lavender and smoke, gripped Misaki's system like a drug. How it's meant to be.

"Shut up," Misaki mumbled, though there was no malice in his voice. He just wanted to stay like this now. In Akihiko's strong arms. God only knew how frustrated Akihiko would make him. Then again, he knew some Angel up there was beaming with their little matchmaking decision. Misaki had only just begun beginning to deny it. He was tired. For now, he would accept it and enjoy it. And love it. Something told him the nightmare might disappear tonight. "Go to sleep."

No movement. Then, almost like a full stop at the end of a very long introduction, Akihiko leaned forward. And bit Misaki's shoulder, hard enough to feel Misaki's whole body tense and the whimper it elicited from the boy only confirmed Akihiko's desires.

The first bite had been taken.