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Misaki

Misaki was... confused.

In the past couple of days he had just about witnessed a murder, been practically kidnapped, been seduced by an obsessive, testosterone-fueled author/teacher/Lord- so that's sensei on all parts, Misaki glared at himself in his own head- and now he was back in the car and traveling back to Tokyo from... God knows where.

The emerald paddy fields skimmed past his vision in one sparkling blur as he watched the sun begin to set, turning to liquid light on the burning horizon.

Akihiko and Aikawa- who turned out to be 'pretty okay' once she stopped squealing- were sitting in the front, Aikawa lecturing Akihiko on his next novel as he drove. Misaki had been more than happy to sit in the back, though the glare Akihiko had given him had made him feel more scared than he believed he should be with someone who was supposed to be- yes, he'd accepted it- his lover.

It had all happened pretty quickly... not merely the past two hours (in which, Aikawa had arrived and scooped Akihiko and he back to Tokyo with the assurance that Aikawa would protect them from all possible publicity danger). Misaki meeting Akihiko. Misaki falling in love with Akihiko.

He really did hate to admit it... but it was true. He loved him. Time had proven itself regardless in respect of Love.

Akihiko

Akihiko was relieved at leaving Alan's. The atmosphere in that house had suddenly turned sour just before Aikawa had arrived. Besides, he was getting a craving to write, a craving which, surprisingly enough, had been demoted since Misaki's entrance into his life.

Life and love before the kid seemed pretty mundane now.

Ahh, nothing like actually being in love with your bitch... Hey! Must not think like that... why not... he might like it... The array of voices manically fought for approval in Akihiko's head as he furrowed his eyebrows and pretended to be listening to the red-haired lady practically bouncing on the seat next to him.

"And then... Oh, God, yes!" she cried. Akihiko caught a glance of a bewildered Misaki in the rear-view mirror at the akin-to-orgasm shriek. "She dumps him so he doesn't have to dump her and he goes back to Misaki and they make sweet, unending love into the-"

"Bastard!"

Aikawa paused mid-enthusiastic-gesticulation and looked at Misaki, as Akihiko silently smirked to himself.

"Into the bastard? My... I didn't think you'd be the type to like it so rough, Misaki-kun," Aikawa remarked, eyes still wide but an eager smile playing on her red-lipsticked lips.

"WH-!" Misaki's face went fuchsia with embarrassment before he sent daggers at Akihiko. "You're using my name in your BL novels?"

Why shouldn't I? Surely you know you're my inspiration...

"Yes."

"But...But..."

"It's just a name... the character doesn-"

"Yeah! And he looks just like you too!" Aikawa beamed, obliviously speaking over Akihiko's save. Akihiko leaned back into his seat, taking one hand off the steering wheel to get a cigarette from the compartment under it, and sighed. He didn't even have to look at Misaki to know that he was boiling over like tomato soup on the hob.

The drive back to Tokyo took about two hours after that. Misaki fell asleep at some point along the way and at a set of traffic lights, Akihiko sneaked a peek at him.

So... there are no words. He's just... so. Just so. I can't take him back to that condo... not with everything that's happened. He deserves more. Hell, I don't even want to go back there much. But he needs some calm now. Hmm.

"Aikawa- wait in the car, will you?" Akihiko asked, getting out of the car as he did so. He took out his mobile phone from the inside pocket of his waistcoat and lit another cigarette.

Misaki

Misaki's eyes jarred open a little as he heard the car door click shut. His left eye opened more than his right, seeing as the right side of his face was squashed up against the car window. He averted his eyes to see Aikawa in the front passenger seat, the side of her face aglow from the light of her mobile phone as she typed rapidly. He sensed more than saw that Akihiko wasn't in the car. His presence was absent...

He heard the muted, serious hum of the man's voice and looked up- the right side of his face going tingly and cold as he awoke- and saw that Akihiko was standing outside, lit cigarette in his mouth and a hand in his pocket. He was speaking quickly into his mobile phone.

Maybe it was that he was just beginning to wake up. Maybe it the pitch-black sky and the diamond-stars that squinted around that crescent moon that gave the effect... but there was something truly amazing about Akihiko in that moment.

Misaki got the instant feeling that Akihiko was doing something for him. Well. Recently it seemed as if it was always for him. Misaki wasn't too happy about that...

But there was a seriousness to Akihiko's facial expression and a tensity about his jaw...

His determined look...

Then, suddenly, a heart-melting smile and Akihiko was off the phone. Misaki watched as he ran a hand through his silver hair- God... I want to do that...- close his eyes and take a drag... He is... attractive... And then looked straight down at Misaki.

Misaki jumped out of his skin with the intensity of the stare and ended up hitting his head on the car window as he pretended he hadn't been essentially drooling over him.

I seem to be hitting my head a lot around Akihiko...

He was sort of taken aback as he felt his sphincter tense, in an almost anticipating way, watching Akihiko's side-smirk out of the corner of his eye.

Akihiko

Heh. Well, at least I know I fascinate him just a little bit.

"Right, Aikawa. Where do you want to be dropped off?" Akihiko was polite enough in his questioning as he slipped in the driver's seat and did up his safety-belt. But the tone of I'll-do-the-manuscript-as-long-as-you-let-me-and-my-love-muffin-be still prevailed.

"Err, the office is just round the corner."

"Ok. Misaki, do you mind if we swing past the condo?"

"Swing past? We live there, don't we?"

"Not anymore."

"Huh?"

"You're moving?" Aikawa asked.

"Yes. I'll see you soon, Aikawa."

The sportscar halted effortlessly outside the publishing house. Aikawa sent a knowing smile to both Akihiko and Misaki before she got out and waved heartily and sweetly at both of them. Akihiko didn't drive away until he saw that Aikawa had gotten safely into the building and then swerved from the curb and drove, just missing the stop lights.

"Why did you wait?" Misaki asked, pleased by it.

"There are weirdos around here at this time of night."

"So, where are we going?" Misaki asked, leaning forward and holding onto the back of Akihiko's seat for balance. "And would you slow down?"

"Firstly, it's a surprise. Secondly, I have very fast reflexes. You have nothing to worry about."

"It's not you I'm worried about... on the road. There are some serious idiots around."

"You're not worried about me? Hmm, I shall have to remedy this," Akihiko retorted smoothly as he turned a narrow corner.

"Please, don't," Misaki smiled, nervously, as the car rolled down the slope into the private garages.

Akihiko parked and before Misaki could take his seatbelt off, Akihiko turned round in his seat and gave him a short, deep kiss. Misaki's shoulders fell down from his ears before his whole body jerked as Akihiko bit him on his wet lower lip. A dangerous glint in Akihiko's eyes made Misaki gulp. Akihiko smiled and got out of the car, pulling the seat forward to let Misaki out as well.

Misaki

As they walked up to the condo, Misaki yawned, nearly walking into Akihiko.

"You must be tired," Akihiko murmured. "It's been a long day. Did I take it out of you?" he mocked, gently.

"No!" Misaki disputed as they got into the elevator. He rubbed his eyes, losing his center of gravity and leaning against Akihiko's shoulder. He was about to flinch off the man's body when he realised how comfortable he was there.

Well... it's not like he's gonna push me off...

Akihiko dipped down and kissed Misaki on top of his head. He had planned for a quick peck but the scent of Misaki's hair softly turned something on inside of him and he stroked Misaki's cheek, turning his body around and laying soft kisses over the boy's forehead and brushing his lips down his nose.

Misaki shivered. He was too tired to complain about Akihiko coming onto him, so instead he placed a hand on Akihiko's shoulder, near his neck.

"Not tonight," he yawned. Akihiko took one look at Misaki's drooping eyelids and smiled.

"I'll let you off the hook for tonight," he whispered, bringing Misaki's head to his chest with his arm and burying another kiss on top of his head as the elevator doors pinged open.

They both ambled to the condo.

"I can just collect your stuff if you want," Akihiko offered. Misaki liked the idea of not having to go inside- he could see the yellow tape over the door and the police guard outside it down the hallway- but then again, he didn't want to leave Akihiko to deal with whoever was inside.

"No, I'll go in too..." Misaki tried to conceal his small gulp.

They arrived at the door and Misaki was just beginning to smile to himself as he watched Akihiko begin to turn his celebrity-status-charm on...

When a furious cry resounded in the hallway.

"Akihiko! This is what you call looking after my little brother?"

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