Brutal Rejection

A/N: Third and LAST chapter! Omg this is so exciting! :3

Sorry for the really really REALLY late update, it's been quite busy for me :s But it's all over now and Easter is heeere! ^_^

Disclaimer - I don't own any of Junjou Romantica etc. etc... (this gets boring..)

Chapter 3 - Realisations

The rustling of bed covers and the feathery sound of clothes being slipped on skin quietly went unnoticed by the teen lying asleep. As the footsteps on the plush carpet lead away and a door slowly opened and closed, Misaki, still dreaming in his own little world, absentmindedly turned onto the now vacant side of the bed and snuggled into the leftover warmth of his lover.

Gently easing the door closed and listening for the familiar 'click' of the handle as it shut, Usagi finally let out a sigh and sunk to the floor. He rested his head against the door and looked up at the blank ceiling. The previous night had been too much to bear for the author and the shock of it all was slowly beginning to dawn on him. He had resisted all his urges to pin down and ravage his lover and he had even tried limited his conversations with him for fear that his resolve would break.

'But I did break my promise, didn't' I?' Akihiko thought back to the small peck on the cheek he had placed on Misaki soft, brunette hair after their 'dinner date', if you could even call it that.

It had been the only real form of contact they had made throughout the entire day and Usagi had only done it because he simply couldn't stand the lack of affection between them. That and the fact that the absence of contact was making him lonelier than ever, despite Usagi spending the whole day with the one he loved. The irony of it was just enough to grace a tired, empty smile on Usagi's handsome features while loving lavender eyes stung with unshed tears.

The worst part of the day, by far, was the moment when the two had went to bed. Usagi had even contemplated spending the night in the spare room downstairs in case his self-control ran out. But he had decided against it since that would be a sign of defeat and it would mean that he had not acknowledged Misaki's wishes properly. The teen had wanted him not to touch him anymore, but not to completely disappear from his sight... yet. It also gave a chance for Misaki to show whether he had meant what he wanted, a chance to take back his words, or a chance to reinforce them (which, sadly, he had done.) Whether it was consciously or out of embarrassment, Misaki had still not given any hint that he was regretting any of it and was making no move to fix Usaig's slowly weakening heart. And this is what hurt him most.

Using his thumb and forefinger to rub away the dust in his eyes as a numbly rose up off the floor, Usagi began to descend the stairs into the living room.

But it was not all bad, for Usagi had seen, or maybe wanted to see, he was still not sure himself but had convinced his mind that he was not becoming so desperate as to hallucinate his desires, therefore he was sure that he had seen a brief glimpse of.. something.. in Misaki's eyes. It was after Usagi had given the teen a peck on the forehead that the silver-haired man dared to look the boy in the eye. Unfortunately, fate was cruel, and the rare time when he looked at Misaki's face the teen was only then looking away from him. Misaki's beautiful green orbs were staring slightly down and his smooth lips were parted as if to speak but not a sound past them. Though it was unclear, Usagi was sure he had caught sight of something important that was being kept shut and ignored. The feelings that were radiating off the teen, who seemed to be trying to hide them, all summed up to one emotion - need.

Usagi's forehead crinkled in confusion and he paused in the middle of the living room. He hoped frantically that what he saw wasn't just his mind playing some cruel trick on him and that it was genuine need that Misaki had felt at that time. After all, it would make complete sense.. only if Misaki really loved him of course.

Akihiko shook his head and pushed his scrambling thoughts underneath the more 'practical and pressing matter' (though to Usagi, nothing was more urgent than making sure his little Misaki was feeling his best) of getting ready for his meeting. On a normal day, the lazy author wouldn't care less about having to talk to a bunch of old and arrogant publishers who would try and manipulate him for their benefit (so the image Akihiko has of them) but today was by no means normal, and he could do nothing about it. This fact alone meant that Usagi wanted to do anything to take his mind off of the depressing changes, even if it resulted in actually caring about his work.

Taking a sip of his very poorly made coffee and wincing at the taste, Usagi adjusted his deep blue tie and flung on the matching jacket. Grabbing the car keys from the table by the door he took one final glace at his bedroom door. Feeling his already painful chest tighten even more than he thought was possible in one morning, the gentle author finally opened the door and left.

Upstairs, a certain teen sleeping in a rather large bed, unconsiously hugged the soft duvet closer around his small frame as a single tear silently caressed his cheek and his lips parted...

"..Usagi-san..."

Misaki sat. Legs down and hands clasped between them. Ten minutes passed, and still he sat. No other activity was going on, save for him sitting. The clock on the wall mechanically ticked each second by and with each second that passed, the teen who sat became evermore irritated.

The time was 9:35 which meant that Usagi had left over an hour ago, whereas Misaki had only woken up in the last ten minutes.

'Which means.. I missed him leaving. Why didn't I wake up? Or rather, why didn't HE wake me up?'

Misaki shut his eyes in annoyance. Although he might appear angry at first sight, the sweet teen was only really covering up the depressing emotions which were swimming around his head. Misaki no longer knew how to react to the cold shoulder he was receiving from his lover. Yes, it was a given he was going to be upset, but wasn't that really his fault to begin with? After all, he was the one who proposed the idea and had said... no, shouted, how much he hated it. So then why did it feel so horribly wrong?

Misaki suddenly stood. He had been through these thoughts far too may times and no answer ever came to him. Save for the obvious - push aside his embarrassment and ask for Usagi to touch him. But each time his logic tried to argue it's case, Misaki's emotions once again took control and refused accept it. Especially after the incident last night where he had been so close to finally fixing it all. Sadly, the boy's cautiousness and sensitivity to others once again became his weakness and, in the end, he had been unable to face his fears. It also did not help that he had gotten no word from the author since and in turn made his anxiety all that much worse.

After strolling into the kitchen and grabbing a mug from the shelf, Misaki poured himself some coffee and sat back down. The teen, with a slight melancholy look angled on his features, watched as the steam lightly drifted up from the cup and rose on toward the ceiling. It curled and rolled, ever rising, never once still or hesitant yet always graceful while performing its captivating waltz. Reaching out a hand, Misaki paused before stretching his fingers and gently brushed through the ribbons of steam, momentarily breaking the dance, only to watch as it repaired itself and once again flowed on, as if its momentary falter never happened.

'If only...' Glazed green orbs longingly watched the steam rise. Misaki thought back over the last few days and reflected; too many times had he agonized over his and Usagi's fight yet each time he would run away. He would fully admit that he had gone just a little overboard what with his shouting and unreasonable accusations. But Usagi was also to blame. The sweet teen had definitely felt his chest tighten as the question of 'leaving' was mentioned by the one he had come to love so much. Misaki's eyes welled up. He couldn't help it; every time he thought about the prospect of Usagi hating him, his heart would drop and all he wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and pray it wasn't so. It was almost as if every ounce of self-confidence and security just broke up creating a huge hole inside his chest.

Misaki placed the mug back down; his sudden thirst had all but vanished though he had never really wanted the bitter drink in the fist place. The teen simply wanted to busy himself and ignore his troubles; simply, run away.

The teen froze midway between pouring away the now cold and lifeless coffee down the sink. There... Once gain... He was doing it once again.

He was running away.

Misaki slowly placed the mug in the sink and as the he realised his behavior. Turning his hands palm-up, he stared down at his somehow unfamiliar limbs before him. Had he always been this much of a coward? His shining eyes were wide with dissapointment yet understanding as he tried to come to some sort of conclusion.

'What am I doing!'

Clenching up his hands, Misaki's features hardened. He had to fix his relationship but first he had to sort out himself. Somehow, without him realising, he had become selfish and had gotten too used to relying on Usagi to care for him. He was taking his love for granted but most of all.. He was causing Usagi trouble. And that hurt.

The all too familiar and sickening feeling of tears pricking his eyes and the guilty tightening of his throat quickly returned. But the teen didn't let it stir him. Squeezing shut his eyes to rid himself of the bothersome tears, Misaki took in a deep breathe. Stilling his mind as best as his thoughts would allow him and replacing his heart ache with determination, the sweet teen finally breathed out. Misaki snapped open his emerald coloured eyes and unclenched his hands. The atmosphere around him had changed and resolve was clearly sparking through the previous self-pity.

This time, he wouldn't hold back and run away. He wouldn't rely on others anymore. He would take the initiative and fix this problem on his own, after all, the main problem was none other than himself.

Akihiko leaned back on his chair and rubbed his thumb and forefinger between his eyes. A scatter of papers and books lay around him on the table and a laptop was just about visible under the sheets of writing. Business men and women bustled past him, not sparing a glance or greeting in his direction, most of them too occupied with their phones or in too much of a hurry to meet their next deadline. The constant ringing of phones and the chatter and blabbering of people was all inescapable, but the frustrated author did his best to block it out.

Tearing his tired lavender eyes away from the strain of the laptop screen, Akihiko looked towards the small clock on the wall. It was already 7:07 and he still had to finish off his damn work. With a slight growl, he turned back to the table and once again tried to focus on the task at hand. The meeting before had been troublesome and in his point of view, pointless. It only served to remind him he was behind schedule which in turn, caused him to have to stay late finishing it off.

'That damn bastard, Isaka! He knows how much I hate this place, he's only making me stay here because of it!' Akihiko grumbled to himself. Shaking the distracted thoughts away, the silver haired man returned back to his work once more.

Though he may appear at first to resent staying at the publishing centre and being forced to continue with his writing, Usagi was secretly grateful for the apparent misfortune. In all honesty, he wouldn't have known how to act around Misaki if he went home and would only cause unnecessary grief for the two. Therefore, staying apart at this time was probably best for them and it would also let Misaki have some alone time to think for himself. As these thoughts gradually etched their way back into the author's mind, sadness flicked through his gentle eyes and his mind was, for God knows how many times, distracted. It was this problem that was resulting in him having to stay so late. Normally, if he didn't have so much going on in his head, Usagi could've been finished hours ago (after all his desire to get back to his little Misaki was so strong and it could work wonders in his favour) but, nagging, somewhere in the depth of his conscious, Usagi was dreading returning home. It was ironic how the person he wanted to see most at this time was the person who might turn out to hurt him far beyond the pain anyone had ever inflicted upon his heart before.

With defeat lining his eyes, Akihiko once again turned his focus back to his work and continued. The clock slowly ticked the seconds by and business men and women carried on their hectic lives, unconcerned with the troubled man sitting quietly at his desk, who, for he had finally used up all his will-power, was yet again distracted and anxious for the single teen who's life he depended on.

...

After finally placing the last of his manuscripts into his bag, Akihiko grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and took one final glance around his desk to make sure he had not forgotten anything. Satisfied, he pushed the chair under the table and made his way toward to the exit, nodding in the direction of his manager to notify him that he was taking his leave.

Usagi listened as the friendly 'ding' of the lift doors as they opened and the gentle woman's voice that echoed throughout the small space when the door opened and closed. Brushing the shoulders of fellow workers and publishers on the tight squeeze out of the lift, the irritable author avoided the route through the front entrance and veered off the left toward the private car-park, effectively missing the surging crowds during the rush hour. He pushed on the metal bar across the door and opened it. Stepping out onto the suddenly hard and wet floor, Usagi quickly flung on his coat and stuffed his hands into his pockets for the car keys.

Picking up his pace, the silver haired man walked past the small shrubs planted along the path and looked up at the evening sky. His breath fogged up the air in front of him and misted his view of the small sparking stars that were just beginning to peek through the onyx painted heavens. He looked on toward the car park where the tall lamppost stood majestically above the eerily still cars giving off a frosty white light to illuminate the area. Akihiko turned round the corner of the building to the other section of the park and made his way in-between the rows of vehicles to get to his own sleek red one. Walking down the row with cars on either side of him and his own one just in sight on the right, the silver haired man picked up his pace. Even though he feared his conversation with Misaki, he had had enough of the bitter chill in the evening and wanted to get into the warmth of his home. But as Usagi strode toward his car, and the view became clearer, his lavender eyes widened and his pace dropped.

A ruffled head of chocolate hair could be seen behind his red sports car.

Usagi stopped. He stared. All sorts of assumptions and questions began whizzing round his mind as he continued to look dumbly at the sight. 'Is that Misaki? Well who else would be waiting at my car like that?.. But are they actually waiting? Maybe they're just sleeping there because they're homeless.. No, that's definitely Misaki's hair. Either way I have to get to my car so I'm going to have to greet them sooner or later.'

Despite his previous dread, Usagi couldn't help but feel the warmth fill his heart and hint of a smile appear as the thought of his beloved coming out specially to see just him.

With those thoughts in mind, the anxious author casually walked the last few feet up to his car and peered round the bonnet so as not to startle his unexpected guest. When the sight of the huddled figure sitting against the red car door, and the steady rise and fall of the jacket as he breathed in and out the cold, crisp evening air in white puffs of floating silver, Usagi's own breath was stolen away. There, in the golden glow of the street lamps, was his Misaki.

Even though Usagi had guessed so, it was still a shock to see his lover in such an unexpected way, not to mention vulnerable. The young man had evidently fallen asleep while waiting for him, which brought rise to the question,

'just how long has he been waiting here?'

It pulled on the older mans heart as he imaged Misaki waiting here for him, all alone, and a rare smile appeared on his face as he thought of how the usual shy and quite boy would make such a bold move just for him.

Lost in the fantasies and desires of his inner mind, the author continued to stare at the boy below him. The love he felt for Misaki bloomed once again and he hoped dearly that the reason he had come to see him was a good one. His eyes hungrily traced the delicate outlines of his soft features and lingered somewhat on the open lips with the hot breath steadily pushing past them. Without fully knowing what his body was doing, Usagi found himself kneeling beside the sleeping beauty. Slowly, quietly, so as not to wake or surprise him, Usagi reached out his right hand and lightly placed it on the top of the boy's soft mop of hair. Oh how he had missed the feel of the chocolate coloured locks underneath his finger tips and the rosy cheeks that followed after such an innocent move. The promise of not touching the boy had certainly been a hard one to try and keep and he had already broken it once before, but this time the silver-haired man could not restrain himself. He had gone far too long without being able to hold the one he loved, in spite of the fact he was always so close. But this was far too much. In such a vulnerable state and with the circumstances so rare, he was at his limit. Usagi ignored the guilt of taking advantage of the situation and with a feathers touch, stroked the boy's hair.

Misaki slept on.

With his need ever growing and his cons ounce long gone, Usagi moved on instinct and leaned down to the face of the sleeping teen so that they were no more than a few inches apart. Closer and closer, till Misaki's breath tickled his own lips, as if teasing or tempting his tolerance. Breathing in the familiar scent of his lover, Usagi slowly closed the gap between them until their lips just touched each other.

And still he remained asleep.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Usagi yearned for more, much more. He leaned as deep into the kiss as he dared, all the while breathing in the scent of the teen and revelling in the contact he had desperately wanted. But his relief was short lived as he felt the teen underneath him stir.

Misaki was waking up. 'Oh no.. He's waking up. What the hell was I thinking? If this ends it I don't know how I'm going manage.. .'

Reluctantly breaking away from the kiss and the boy he desired so much, Usagi suddenly found himself looking into the glistening, half-awakened eyes of Misaki. Neither of them moved, Usagi didn't know what to do, or say for Misaki had caught in such a position that suggested many things. Not to mention that he had been taken by surprise and was still stroking Misaki's hair. Said teen, on the other hand, was still only really half aware of what was going on. Blinking away his tiredness and focusing, he was caught off guard when he noticed the two, deep lavender eyes staring down at him, and the uncomfortable lack of distance between him and the owner of the eyes. Gradually coming back to his senses, he then felt a slight tingling on his lips and the familiar and warming feeling of a large hand nested in his hair .

'Ah... It's Usagi-san. He's stroking my head again, I love it when he does that... But why is it so cold? ...Oh, we're outside - how did we get here? And why does Usagi-san look so guilty?

... Ah! The fight.. I remember. I left the condo and came to see Usagi-san when he finished work to show him I care for him too... But I didn't know where to go so I found his car and waited. Which means I must have fallen asleep. Oh no, I messed up again! I really am just bothersome.. '

While all of these thoughts raced round Misaki's mind and as had only just woken up, he failed to notice as the author in front quickly pulled back and stood off to the side, as if to avoid him. Usagi was at a dead end as to what to do next. He had been completely taken by surprise and had only just managed to get away from the intimate position they were in before Misaki properly realised.

Stuffing his right hand in the pocket of his coat and holding his other hand unconsciously up to his mouth, Usagi waited anxiously for Misaki to get up. His throat would not allow him to speak and his eyes were averted, all in all, the usually calm and collected man was giving off the impression quite unlike his normal self. Usagi was nervous and very guilty and he was powerless to the un-knowing young man before him.

Misaki meanwhile had finally gathered himself together and hurriedly got up. Ignoring the feelings he had felt early and brushing the contact off as just his wishful thinking, Misaki tried to clear things up,

"U-Usagi-san! I'm so sorry I fell asleep like that and in such a place.. Ah, well.. I wanted to come and surprise you at work but I don't know my way around s-so I thought I would just wait by your car until you finished. So.. y-yeah, it didn't really go as I hoped, ha-ha.. Usagi-san, sorry for inconveniencing you again."

"Ah, s'okay. Thanks"

Misaki's eyes looked up. It was now the response he had been hoping for at all. Misaki felt gutted at the seemingly cold reply and lowered his eyes sadly to the ground. Luckily he didn't mention that he actually still really wanted to be with Usagi, like he had planned to.

What the teen didn't know, was the inner turmoil that was going with Usagi. Although he was surprised that the teen made no comment about why he was so close, the stoic man was secretly extremely happy and relieved to hear that he had been right and that Misaki had in fact come specially to see just him. He had been terrified that Misaki had come to break up with him, but when that wasn't the case, the weight on his chest lifted. But at the same time he felt the terrible guilt of taking advantage of the sleeping teen and for that he couldn't forgive himself.

'This must be what Misaki was complaining about - that I have no self-control... I really am the worst. Misaki probably didn't bring up the kiss because he was so disgusted by it and didn't want to hurt me. I really don't deserve to be loved by such a caring and sweet person.' Guilt had overwhelmed Usagi. The abruptness of the situation had left Usagi shocked and when he heard Misaki's explanation, the short reply was all he could summon.

As the couple both stood awkwardly and each one miss-understanding the other, the chill of the evening became ever present. But neither had the courage nor heart to care.

Eventually, Misaki's sensitiveness kicked in once again and he made his way round the other side of the car. Thinking that he was bothering his lover at work, the teen took the initiative, "Um.. Usagi-san, shall we go?"

Usagi came out from his thoughts and made his way to the car and unlocked it. Still not trusting himself to talk, the author only managed to nod at the younger's question, and so the two endured a silent ride back home.

Dinner back at the condo was much the same as before. Though Misaki made a considerable effort to dispel the awkwardness between them and to return to the light-hearted meals they used to share, Usagi still could not get over his moment of weakness from earlier. And so dinner ended with little progress made.

At the present, the two were once again in bed, each well into the respective sides. Both were wide awake and each thinking of the other but neither would give into themselves.

Misaki lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling, yet occasionally he would take quick glances to the right at the back of his lover. Thinking of the previous night and how he had failed in his attempt to get the authors attention because he was too afraid, the teen felt tears prick he eyes. He felt so vey hopeless and knew that they ways things were going at the moment, they were sure to end up apart. But Misaki wouldn't let that happen, he just hadn't quite had the courage to fix it yet.

When the chocolate-haired boy made the bold move to visit Usagi at work, he had been going with the intention of making up with his lover once and for all and had been hoping to solve their problem. Sadly, it had not worked out the way he planned and instead only made to drain him of all his hope and confidence.

'Usagi-san really doesn't seem to want me. Even after all the effort I made.. I just can't seem to make him see me anymore."

Misaki sank further and further down into sadness. He squeezed his eyes tight shut in the hope that sleep would engulf him and make him momentarily forget his worries but no sooner had he did so, he snapped them back open. Realisation hit him.

'Wait... I'm doing it again. Exactly like before, I'm just running away! I can't keep doing this, I need to stop acting like such a child and stop sulking. Remember earlier - I have to fix myself before I can fix this relationship. And now's the time!"

Taking a deep breath in and slowly letting it out, Misaki looked over again at Usagi. His doe-like orbs glistened as he remembered all the important moments he had shared with the man and love filled his heart. Misaki had forgotten just how much he treasured Usagi, and probably how much more the man treasured and needed him. Thinking back over the past few days, he noticed all the small gestures and signs that proved Usagi's love: the small peck on his forehead, when he had felt his had on top his head when he woke up and even the fact that Usagi had seriously listened to Misaki when he said he hated the feel of Usagi's touch

This time it was Misaki's turn to feel guilty. He had only really realised just how much his lover looked after and cared for him, while all he could do was throw it back in his face.

'But I'm not going to do that anymore. I promise you Usagi-san. I'll fix it.'

Turning round to face Usagi's back, the nervous teen prepared himself. Biting his lip to distract him from the ever growing thumping of his heart as the tension in him mounted, Misaki tentatively reached out a hand. Inch by inch, until he was only centimetres away and the material of Usagi's night shirt brushed his fingertips.

Suddenly, unable to stand it any longer, Misaki shut his eyes and in one swift movement grabbed hold of the fabric and pulled himself up close the warmth of the man next to him. Burying his face into Usagi's clothes, the sweet teen felt the older man tense up at the surprising move. With his face going red with embarrassment and his heart going crazy, Misaki found his voice,

"P-please, Usagi-san.. I take back everything I said, I don't want to leave! I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Hating how pathetic he sounded and how annoying he must be, Misaki gripped onto Usagi's back as if his life depended on it. Once the tears started flowing, try as he might to save some of his pride, he couldn't stop them.

All of a sudden, the comforting warmth that Misaki had been pressed up to disappeared and for a moment Misaki was overcome with the fear that he had been rejected just after spilling his heart out. But the fear was soon washed away as he felt a soft hand delicately placed on his cheek. Lifting his head up, Misaki's hope began to return, he and Usagi were going to be okay! But when his eyes finally made contact with the lavender ones of his lover, his heart almost shattered.

The expression the silver-haired man was wearing was not one of happiness as Misaki had hoped. Instead, the man's lips were turned slightly downwards and his eyes were so full of guilt and sorrow that it made his previous sadness seem so insignificant.

"U..Usagi-san?" Misaki said uncertainly.

"Misaki. I don't deserve some one like you. I.. I took advantage of you while you were asleep in the car park. It's just as you said, I'm smothering you. I love you so much.. but I can't go on doing this. Sorry.."

"..."

Misaki was shocked to say the least. He thought that the author may have kissed him a little but to have it confirmed! The teen didn't know what to think of it. He was extremely happy to know that Usagi still wanted him, but taken aback to find that such a small gesture was troubling the author so much. He had been holding himself back so much that the guilt of it was too much for him to bear. So much so that Usagi now felt he needed to break up with him!

This was it. If he didn't fix this now then it was all going to be over. All his complaining and protesting had effect Usagi so much that he now felt he had to end it! To Misaki it sounded ridiculous but the seriousness of the older mans tone told him otherwise. Usagi was tired. It was clear in his eyes. And Misaki once again felt that pang in his chest that told him he was the cause of it.

He started to cry again.

"Usagi-san, y-you idiot! I promised myself I wouldn't run away a-anymore so neither c-can you!" Misaki cried out.

Usagi was stunned. What was Misaki taking about?

Clutching onto the older man's chest, the teen continued, "you can't just b-break up with me just after I've said I want to be with you! If you run away from me then what am I supposed to do, huh? I.. I honestly don't mind you touching me that much..A-and I'm sorry I accused you of such horrid things!" Misaki buried his face in embarrassment, "..I really l-love you, so.. so, please, Usagi-san.. k-kiss me..."

Misaki had never blushed so much in his entire life. It had taken all of his courage to say that and even then it had only come out as a quick mumbled mess. His mind swirling and his heart felt like it could burst, and when there was no immediate reply, Misaki thought he had made a mistake.

Pulling back from the comfort of Usagi's chest, the anxious teen looked into the face of the man next to him. Usagi was wide-eyed, but this time brimming with happiness.

"Misaki..." Said teen shuddered as the deep voice reverberated through his body. He watched as a large hand cupped his cheek once more, and Usagi ever so slowly, leaned closer to him. Gently, their lips met. Brushing against each other, to savour the sweet moment.

Usagi, having finally been relieved of the guilt he had been shouldering, pressed deeper in the kiss. He slid his other hand round the smaller teen's waist to bring their bodies closer together and licked at the other's lips, asking for entrance. As Misaki nervously parted mouth, he shivered in delight as he felt Usagi's tongue meet his own.

The couple gradually began undressing each other, slowly, and carefully, relishing in the company they had missed. Each touch and kiss burned deep into their memory so that they would never forget how important they were to each other. Gently caressing Misaki's body, the silver-haired man planted sweet butterfly kisses down the boy's chest and stomach, as lovingly as he could. Misaki held back the cries of pleasure and focused entirely on the man above him. Moving in time with each other and synchronizing their movements down to the breath they breathed. The way they explored their bodies as if they had never seen them before, it was almost as if they were making love for the first time.

They took it slow, and lengthened each movement for as long as they could, so that they could take the time to appreciate the other's touch. And so that if ever they were apart again, they could always remember the feel of the love they had been given, so much so that they would never forget.

*End*

A/N: Well...it's finished :') finally! -_-" it took me an age to get this last chapter up, but it's expecially long compared to the others. Please give your advice on how I can improve it - I know there maybe some seious flaws in this thing o.O

Also, depending on how much my reviews want it ;) I may add a little extra oneshot as a small sequel to Brutal Rejection as a sort of apology because I was so late in finishing it :P

***Suggest ideas for the possible oneshot!*** any pairs you want to see, or scenarios? Tell meee~ XD

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

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