AN: Hoi, I'm back. I decided to write part 3 anyway, because I'm insanely bored. There will be murder, there will OCs. I hate OCs, so there will be me being a hypocrite. Let's get this show on the road~
Fun fact of the day: I can't read first person fanfics, I have no idea why, I just can't.
Question: When writing D Gray Man fanfics and making it for two male characters, why don't
"Aki-chan, I'm joining." Isao stepped in the shower, after he made sure all the blood was gone (AN: What? M starts right where they ended last time? Omigosh).
"Ah! No! I was joking!" Akihiko blushed, and covered himself with his hands as best he could.
"What? I see you like this almost everyday. Come on, are you this shy? You just killed some girl who was flirting with me, but god forbid I see my husband naked." Isao chuckled, and leaned against the wall. "Anyway, you use up all the hot water."
"We have unlimited hot water, and you prefer baths anyway!" Akihiko pushed him lightly.
"So cold, Aki-chan."
"If you don't leave I will hurt you."
"Okay, I'll be back in our room." Isao got out of the shower, and dried off. "You know, you should stop joking about stuff like this, I get worried you might actually hurt me. . . you can't blame me, you actually murder people." Isao went back into the bedroom to get dressed again.
Akihiko's eyes widened. I scare my own husband? I don't want to hurt him, what if he thinks I will? I'd never hurt him! Please, don't be scared Isao. Please don't be scared of me right now!
Akihiko got out of the shower, the thoughts circling around in his mind.
Isao on the other hand was making sure all sharp objects were in the places they were supposed to be. "He's too cute to be a murderer, where did he learn to kill people the way he does. Oh, the knife is still bloody, guess I'll clean it." he sighed.
He began to wash it, humming a little. He put it away once it was clean.
"Ow." Isao cut his finger, and sighed again. He put it away after making sure there was no blood on it.
"Come here."
Isao turned, Akihiko was standing there.
Isao walked over, and looked at him.
"Here."
Akihiko kissed Isao's finger, and licked the cut. He kept doing that until the cut stopped, and pulled it out of his mouth. When he looked up, his husband's face was pure red.
"A-Aki-chan. . . t-that's gross. C-Come on, don't do that." Isao pulled his hand back. "I co-could've just got a band-aid."
"Not as fun, you get so flustered when I do this. I like to see you all red, completely submissive. Watch, sit down."
Isao pulled a chair from the kitchen table and sat.
"See? Submissive, you do what I say when I do that." Akihiko smiled, and sat on a chair across from Isao.
"S-shut up." Isao buried his face in his hands, he couldn't argue anything that was said. He was pretty submissive to the younger one (AN: I. . . never tried my hand at smut, so I may just do M for warning but there probs won't be smut).
"You're so cute, you know that?" Akihiko smiled more. Are you really scared of me? Why? I know I hurt people who threaten me but please don't be scared of me I love you so much!
"You're cuter." Isao placed a kiss on his husband's lips.
"So you're not scared of me, right?"
"No, of course not. You won't hurt me, or our families. I'm good with that, just try not to hurt other people, okay?"
"Can't promise."
"Aki-chan!"
"What? I'm telling the truth, better than lying."
Isao sighed, he couldn't deny that. He just wondered how he married a murderer. He knew he made a promise to his husband, but goddamn if it wasn't a mistake sometimes.
"I'm sorry, it's just my anger gets the better of me. I'm trying to control my anger, and I manage mostly, but when it comes to you I can't. I don't want anyone to close, or to insult you. When you went to culinary school and left me in my college I went mad, I was so worried about you! What if you were bullied, or you burned or cut yourself by accident-"
"I'm fine, look at us." But do I really think it's a mistake? He's absolutely wonderful (AN: Buddy pal he may be going Sangwoo on your ass soon, I suggest you run as fast as you can bro...Kidding, he won't be like Sangwoo...Isao won't be Yoonbum (I suggest that manga for people who don't have weak hearts(Killing Stalking))) Isao thought, putting his hand on Akihiko's cheek.
Akihiko nodded, he sniffed. Neither of them noticed Akihiko was crying, but Isao leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips.
His husband leaned into the kiss, before Isao pulled away. He whined, reaching for Isao. "No, come back I need-"
"Nope. No more tonight, this is your punishment for killing a customer. I'm letting you off easy, I'm not making you sleep on the couch or kicking you out for the night, you should feel honored this is the only punishment you get."
Akihiko let out another whine, but said nothing more.
They went to bed that night, nothing exciting as they both hoped. Despite being an insane yandere, Akihiko respected Isao more than he has ever respected anyone, even more than his own parents.
The next morning he made sure not to wake Isao up, and slipped downstairs to make him breakfast. He didn't know much about cooking (to the disappointment to himself), but he knew enough to make his beloved breakfast. He hummed softly as he made a omelette and miso soup. He checked the rice to make sure it was okay, and grilled the fish lightly. A stereotypical traditional Japanese breakfast for his Japanese husband.
The husband he loved so much.
If he had it his way, they'd eat cake and fruit all day every day, but Isao had some sense. Some days Akihiko would surprise him and make American, French, Chinese, or Cuban breakfasts. Anything that looked easy enough for him make.
"Smells good. You making miso soup?" he felt arms wrap around him, and a head nuzzled into his neck.
"Mmhm! Everything's almost done, so sit-"
"I'll set the table, make sure not to burn the rice." Isao mumbled before taking out cups and making tea.
"Aren't you a cake and pastry chef, not a chef for all things."
"I happen to know a bit more about cooking because I went to culinary school, and it's a hobby I love cooking." Isao poured the tea. He set them on the table and spooned some rice into two bowls, and placed them on the table. He walked over, and flipped the fish. "Don't burn the fish. The soups about done, and the omelette looks amazing darling."
Akihiko blushed, as much as they loved each other his cooking rarely got compliments besides a 'smells good' once and awhile. This was all because of the know-it-all husband. "T-thank you."
"You get better each time. Come on, sit with me so we can eat together."
He nodded, moving the dishes to the table and sitting with Isao. They ate, Akihiko claiming his cooking got better, and Isao shrugging. Akihiko pouted, and claimed that Isao didn't mean it.
"I did, I wouldn't lie." It tastes amazing, he just gets so competitive and it's so cute. Isao thoughts contradicted with what he said.
"Hmph, fine then. I'll make it perfect tomorrow."
"I'll be excited to see you try." Isao drank some tea.
I don't know how it can get any more perfect.