Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first fanfiction in a long time, and it's going to be a Junjou fic in a Victorian setting. Why? Well, I like the Victorian thing, and figured it could be fun. =D Plus, I wanted it to be set in an era when Akihiko's natural talent (being a fantastic literary perv) was not recognised as an actual profession. Btw, I'm not an expert on Victorian London, so this is meant only as a bit of fun, not an accurate historical account, lol.

I'm hoping to include the Junjou and Egoist couples. If someone wants the terrorist couple, let me know! I really hope you like it!

Chapter 1

Takahiro turned, smiling at his best friend. He was one of those people whose smile transformed him from handsome to radiant, and the sunlight was picking out almost golden strands in his dark hair. That he could still smile like this, after all he'd been through, just made him that much more appealing. He was beautiful. Without conscious thought, Akihiko reached out, framing Takahiro's face with his hands.

The skin under his fingers was so pale and soft, Takahiro's look of confusion too delicious to resist. Knowing he shouldn't be doing this, but unable to stop the desire that had been burning in him for so long, he leaned forward, kissing Takahiro's soft, pink lips. Warmth shot through Akihiko, his whole body burning with arousal from the delicate, closed mouth kiss. He had never responded so quickly to another person, but he'd wanted Takahiro for so long…

Takahiro gently drew away from him, lips parted in what looked like desire, but Akihiko knew it could only be surprise.

"Akihiko…?" He murmured softly.

"Takahiro, I've loved you since I first set eyes on you." This could destroy their friendship, he knew, but it was now or never and he couldn't turn back. "I want you, more than I've ever wanted anyone."

"A-Akihiko, I-I love you too. I never even dreamed you would want me back," Takahiro whispered, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Shocked awe covered Akihiko's face. He had always dreamed, fantasised about receiving such an answer, but he had never expected to actually hear it. Lust and love consuming him completely, Akihiko reached out and grabbed Takahiro.

His lips met that pretty mouth once again, this time with fiery passion. He pressed his tongue into that heavenly, wet heat, moaning in desire. Takahiro's hands slipped to his waist, pulling him closer as their tongues pressed urgently against each other. Akihiko won their heated battle, claiming the other's mouth with abandon as Takahiro succumbed to the dominance of the almost brutal kiss. His whole body flooded with deep, almost primal lust.

Akihiko's hands slipped lower, griping the firm globes of Takahiro's ass, pressing their groins together. He could feel Takahiro's gasp as Akihiko's erection met his own, hot and hard and ready. Promising so much.

They came apart for air, Akihiko's mouth still moist and tasting of Takahiro. Takahiro's eyes were dark, dilated with need, and the sight shot straight to Akihiko's dick. He slowly pressed his hands to the top of Takahiro's trousers, then began peeling them down the other man's hips. Takahiro hid his face against his friend's throat, moaning heatedly.

Oh, the things he was going to do with this beautiful boy, Akihiko thought with relish.

Akihiko put his quill in its little holder, sighing contentedly as he worked a crick out of his neck. Giving his fantasies form by recording them on paper was always fun, and never failed to turn him on. He was unsure why Takahiro's face surfaced in his mind after all this time. He hadn't seen his old friend for a good many years.

He had been scribbling away for hours on this particular piece, enjoying the atmosphere in his family's abundant library. Thick leather bound books and rich carpet stretched as far as the eye could see, and Akihiko had positioned his writing desk in front of the huge arched windows overlooking the rose garden. This place was his haven, a solitary paradise, a place where he could happily enjoy his sexy daydreams.

Today in particular was shaping up pretty well, he mused, as he sipped tea out of his delicate china cup. The rain was beating of the windows, playing a pleasant tune against the huge panes. He had a divine cup of tea, the delightful scent of books all around him and pretty boys doing naughty things in his head… and in his notepad. Yep, life was looking good. Right now he could almost forget his crushing desperation to find his own place.

He was just lighting up his first cigarette of the afternoon, plotting out the juiciest part of his new story, when a heavy knock sounded at the door. He shook his head in annoyance, dismissing the delightful mental image he had been picturing: Takahiro on his knees, pretty pink lips wrapped around his-

"Young Master! Your father wishes to speak to you," Tanaka started, dissolving the last of Akihiko's happy thoughts.

"When?" Akihiko asked, inhaling a deep lungful of smoke. His father never had anything good to say.

"Now, in the drawing room, Young Master. He sent a summons for you a half hour ago," Tanaka fretted. He knew how bad things were getting between the Lord and his heir.

Oops. So that's why one of the maids had been pestering him a while ago. He'd simply ignored her and kept writing.

"I didn't get it," he lied casually, flicking the ash on his cigarette into a tray already filled with the cigarette butts from last night. He had went to bed so late that the servants hadn't had time to empty it before he was back to his writing.

He stood, grabbing his jacket from the back of his writing chair and draping it over his arm, cigarette perched in his mouth.

"I- If I may, Young Master?" Tanaka spoke tentatively, asking for permission to speak his mind.

Akihiko merely grunted his acknowledgment. All these social niceties got on his nerves. He lived his life by the creed 'Do whatever you feel like, when you feel like it.' If only other people did too, the world would be a much more simple place.

"I have to say, Lord Usami is extremely… ah, upset. I believe it would be in your best interests not to annoy him further."

"When isn't he pissed off?" Akihiko muttered, pushing past the butler and into the hall. Ancestors glowered down at him from many ornate picture frames, as though disapproving of his presence. God, but Akihiko hated this place.

Tanaka hurried after his master, almost knocking over a rose filled vase in his haste.

"Young Master! This is different! Your father has finally reached the end of his tether. He will not tolerate anymore of your tomfoolery! I have never seen him so angry."

Great. Just great.

When he opened the door and caught sight of his grumpy bastard of a father, Akihiko realised that Tanaka was right. His father was pissed.

"Akihiko! What the hell is this?!" Fuyuhiko barked, brandishing a wad of paper in his son's face.

"I don't know," Akihiko responded lazily, shaking another cigarette out of the pack.

"It's- It's filthy smut, is what it is! What in the hell were you thinking? Leaving a record of your- your sick fantasies!"

Crap. Akihiko hadn't meant for his father to see that. It was another of his erotic romances, featuring himself and another old school friend, Hiroki. He couldn't really give a shit what his dad thought, but he didn't want to deal with the blow out, so he usually kept his stories in the library. His father was always too busy dealing with the family business and finances to go there, something which he desperately wanted Akihiko to be a part of.

He could keep wanting.

"Its not smut," Akihiko responded, casually lighting his cigarette. "Well, not just smut," he amended. "It's a romance story."

"Between two men!" Fuyuhiko raged. "When are you going to grow out of this foolish fancy?! And when are you going to stop smoking those damn bits of paper?! Gentlemen smoke pipes! You look like a common dock worker!"

After blustering and ranting for a while (in which Akihiko absently smoked two more cigarettes, patiently ignoring him) he collapsed into one of the old padded armchairs. He put his hand to his face, letting out an exasperated sigh.

Akihiko almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Now, listen here son," his father started in a slightly calmer voice. "You're a grown man. All these years I have heeded your wishes to not get married, but this is the last straw. Maybe having a woman will put all this nonsense," he shook the notebook he held for emphasis, "out of your head."

"No," Akihiko said flatly. "I've told you, I'm gay. Getting married is only going to cause me and some woman to have a miserable life. I'm not having a sham marriage like yours."

Irritation flashed across his father's face, before he carefully wiped the expression away. When he did that Akihiko knew that his father was going to totally ignore everything he had just said.

"I've been talking with the family, and it seems that Kaoruko is currently looking for a husband. She's an attractive young woman, son, and you could do a lot worse," Fuyuhiko said, as though he were spilling an enticing secret to his son.

"No. Listen, I'm going back to the library," Akihiko answered, thoroughly bored at having this discussion yet again.

"I'm afraid that you can't walk away from this. I've already told Kaoruko's mother that you'd accept her proposal. If you don't comply, you will humiliate yourself in front of all the Lords in England."

"What. The. Hell!" Akihiko shouted, blood boiling. This was too much, even for his asshole of a father. For the first time in years, his father's words broke through his calm and collected shell, letting his ire take centre stage.

"You know what, father? I don't give a fuck. I'm leaving."

There was a stunned, outraged silence at his words. He had never dared use such coarse words with his father before.

Fuyuhiko rose from his chair slowly, face white with rage. "If you leave, then you leave tonight! You take whatever you can fit in one carriage and go. I always knew that Haruhiko would make a better heir than you, but I didn't want the embarrassment of having to acknowledge an illegitimate son. However, as you seem set on being the biggest disgrace in the family, I see I will have to face the lesser of two evils!

"Get your horse, pack your things, and get out! I will sever all ties between you and the Usami family, both socially and financially! I never want to see you again!"

Akihiko give his father one parting glare, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard. It was only when he was once again standing in the hall with the pictures of all his grumpy-ass relatives that he replayed the conversation in his mind again, this time actually paying attention to the words.

Financially? That one word managed to gain Akihiko's attention. If your father doesn't give you money, then where do you get it from? He thought briefly of his school days, and talk of careers, but immediately dismissed the idea. Having a job didn't sound like much fun.

"Oh well. I'll figure something out," Akihiko mumbled, taking another drag of his cigarette. At least he'd never have to look at this place, or any of his god-awful family again.

Xxx

"Ahh! This bloody stuff is friggin' impossible!" Misaki lamented, running his hands through his already messy hair.

He was working on the mock entrance exam questions, and failing miserably. Guilt rolled through his stomach. His brother had wanted to attend university, but had given up that dream to raise him. He had to get in to this damn school!

"Don't worry, Misaki! You'll get there eventually," Takahiro said, smiling good naturedly. His big brother always believed in him.

Misaki wanted so bad to make his brother proud. He had tried hard at things before for Takahiro's sake, and even became a virtual housewife to help take the load off his brother. But this was different. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn't anywhere near smart enough to get a scholarship, and they were too poor to pay the tuition. No amount of effort was going to change that.

"Thanks, big brother," Misaki said, throwing the impossible exam papers on the coffee table. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk."

"Okay," Takahiro answered, a worried frown on his face.

Misaki gave the fire a poke, stoking the flames before he left. Winter was on the doorstep, and it was cold.

The house that they had inherited from their parents was a pretty decent size, and they actually owned it rather than rent it. They didn't need to share with another family, and in the overpopulated city that was quite a luxury for someone in their price bracket. Takahiro was always lamenting on the lack of a garden, seeming to think that Misaki needed one when he was growing up. Misaki thought they were doing perfectly fine without one, and that his brother had a worrying tendency to act like an old woman.

Misaki closed the front door behind him, immediately feeling the cold. At least it had stopped raining. He had just wrapped his arms around his waist, starting toward the city centre when the sound of hooves and rumble of wheels on cobblestone stopped him. Nobody around here owned a horse and cart, and Misaki turned, wanting to see which of his neighbours had sprung for the luxury of riding in a cab.

Misaki's heart almost stopped. The man driving the cart didn't seem to have any clue how to get the horse to do what he wanted, but that wasn't what had caught Misaki's attention.

Oh my God, he's gorgeous! Misaki thought. I mean, no! He's not! I like girls! Cute girls! I gotta make big brother proud, I can't give in to these silly thoughts! …Not that even I have them anyway… I like girls.

Misaki shook his head in irritation, replaying the old internal argument for the hundredth time, but he couldn't stop himself from watching the handsome stranger as he rather awkwardly brought his horse to a stop.

Misaki's treacherous mind couldn't help noticing that he was even sexier up close. He was obviously very 'well to do', the cut of his clothes and his perfectly styled hair looking very out of place in this neighbourhood. Misaki was pondering what business or errand could bring such a man here, when the man in question climbed gracefully from the driver's seat.

"Is this your house?" he asked, and Misaki noticed his posh accent.

"Umm, yeah. It is. Why?"

"Oh bollocks."

Misaki's mouth fell open, ears turning red. Who would have thought a posh guy would talk like that in front of someone they had just met!

"Still, can't be helped, I suppose," the elegant stranger continued, pulling a cigarette packet from his jacket pocket. "It has been a few years."

"What are you on about?" Misaki asked, confused.

The man's eyes fastened on him once more, and Misaki couldn't stop the blush that spread across his cheeks. The man gave an almost sinister smile as his eyes scanned Misaki. Finally, he offered Misaki a cigarette.

"Um, no thanks," Misaki answered. This guy was kind of weird. And absolutely gorgeous.

"You're pretty cute. I don't suppose you'd let me move in for a bit?"

Okay, that confirmed it. This dude was insane.

And it looked like he was checking me out! Misaki thought. But other men didn't have those sorts of thoughts… did they?

"Um, I'm gonna ask again. What are you on about?" Misaki finally stammered.

"Oops. I suppose I didn't really explain myself, did I?" the sexy stranger took a pull on his cigarette. "I used to know the man who lived here. Takahiro. I figured I'd see if he had a spare room."

"You know my big brother?!" Misaki asked, surprised. How had Takahiro met such a rich bloke?

"Ahh, so you're the little brother he left school to raise. You two look nothing alike, but you're as adorable as he said you were. Misaki, right?"

"Umm… yeah…" Misaki's face heated as he nodded, cheeks turning scarlet at the man's casual compliment.

At least now he knew where they had met. Takahiro had been accepted as a kid to enter a real highbrow high school.

The other man knocked loudly on the door while Misaki stared at him.

"Misaki, did you forget- Akihiko! This is such a wonderful surprise!" Takahiro was beaming. They were obviously close friends at one point. Misaki wondered with a pang of guilt if raising him had broken up Takahiro's old friendships.

At least the stranger had a name now, he mused.

"It's great to see you too," Akihiko answered, draping himself around Takahiro's shoulders with a grin. Takahiro chuckled.

"Goodness, what on earth are you doing here?" Takahiro asked. "Oh, forgive my manners! Come in, come in!"

The two disappeared back into the house, and Misaki followed, feeling like his head was spinning. He was still feeling a little confused.

"To answer your question," Akihiko began, sinking into an armchair next to the fireplace, "I was wondering if I could move in. I'm sort of homeless."

Misaki and Takahiro stared.

"What?" Takahiro asked, sitting down on the other side of the hearth.

"Well, I've been cut off," Akihiko replied conversationally. "I don't think I'm even part of the Usami family anymore. I don't have anywhere to go." Akihiko told them the whole sorry story, leaving out the particular reason he didn't want to marry Kaoruko.

"Oh God, of course you can stay Akihiko!" Takahiro answered, tears of sympathy in his eyes. His brother was such a soft hearted fool. Bloody idiot.

"Wait a second!" Misaki butted in. "We only have two bedrooms. Where's he going to stay?"

"Hmm… Well, I'd let you stay in my room, but I have to be at work so early in the morning," Takahiro mused. "Why don't you and Misaki share? There are some cushions in the hot press. We could make up a bed using them, and Misaki could sleep on those until we get something else sorted."

"Hey! You're giving away my room! And my bed!" Misaki fumed.

The firelight was playing across Akihiko's face, highlighting his good looks and making Misaki's pants feel just a little tighter. How was he supposed to sleep with this man in his room without making a total idiot of himself.

"Misaki!" Takahiro scolded. "I didn't raise you to be like that. This poor man was kicked out of his home, with nothing but- wait, Akihiko, what did you manage to take with you."

"I'm afraid I only managed to get the bare essentials before I had to get out."

"Oh, that's so awful…" Takahiro was getting a little misty again. Misaki rolled his eyes. "Misaki, why don't you go and bring in his things? Just put them in your room."

Misaki let out a frustrated sigh, but did as his brother asked. He could hear the two men chatting in the background, and realised it was the first time his big brother had ever brought over a friend. He couldn't be a jackass about this, not when his brother had given up his social life for him in the first place.

But why does the friend he does invite to stay have to be so good looking? And so male! Misaki wished he could share his room with a pretty girl… of course….

Misaki trudged around to the back of the cart, patting the chestnut horse absently as he passed. He'd had little crushes like this before, but he'd ruthlessly suppressed them.

After all, I'm not gay, he reasoned.

Then he opened the cart, and forgot his train of thought completely. What the hell?

He stamped back into the house.

"Why is that damn cart full of bloody teddy bears?!"

"I told you," Akihiko answered slowly, as though talking to an idiot. "I only had time to pack the bear essentials. Oh, and be careful you don't drop Suzuki-san in a puddle. If you do, I'll have to do something terrible to you."

Misaki looked at the man's deadpan face, trying in vain to ignore the awful pun. God, is he serious?

Shaking his head once again, Misaki went back out to carry the bears (very carefully) into his room. His room only contained a single bed and a night table, but by the time he'd finished he wasn't even sure if there'd be room for the makeshift bed.

I was right before, Misaki thought miserably, the man really is a crazy bastard.

He returned to the living room, dropping into his favourite chair just as Akihiko picked up the exam questions he'd left scattered on the coffee table. Oh crap! He didn't want this guy knowing how dumb he was!

"Ha! Are you trying to go back to school, Takahiro? You won't be going anywhere with scores like these. Why don't I tutor you?" Akihiko asked with a sly smile that bordered on a leer.

"Oh, no, those are Misaki's. But if you could tutor him, it would be a fantastic help!" Takahiro answered, happily oblivious to any innuendoes as always.

Misaki loved his brother, but right now he could cheerfully knock him out.

"Hmm." Those eyes were back on him again, crawling up and down his body in a way that was unexpectedly hot. "There are a lot of things I'd like to teach your brother," he finished, giving Misaki a look that made his belly tight and his dick stiffen.

What the hell was happening to Misaki's nice, boring life?

Xxx

Hope you liked! Please review if you want me to write any more. =3

Oh, and once again, this is my first fic in ages. I had to agree to another set of rules before I could post this, and I was wondering if you're still allowed to write lemon or lime material? Or is that now off limits?

x Tia