Fruity Scented Soap
Media: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Usagi x Misaki
Warnings: Shower scene, PWP, Mindless smut, YAOI!

Author's Note: I do not own Junjou Romantica, any characters from it, any mention of any series specific objects, places, dates/events, or fruity bath soaps. There's my disclaimer, go fuck yourselves.

So, due to rabid annoyance with just getting emails of favorite story or favorite author, or author alert, PLEASE MOTHERF^$&ING REVIEW IT, DAMN!

Without further ado, I present to you a mindless one-shot.

Misaki returned home to the penthouse he mooched off of the mighty author, Usami Akihiko. He entered, half expecting four or five people to be there, but there was nobody but Suzuki-san. "Usagi-san?!" The brunette called into the empty abyss, but to no heed.

He walked further inside after turning the lights on, Meeting with a note strapped to Suzuki-san's neck via a rose-red ribbon.

Misaki-chan,

Don't worry, I was captured and dragged kicking and screaming to a book signing, be back later. I promise I'll be back by 8:00pm, so make dinner.

I love you,
Usagi

Misaki took the letter with a grimace, 'Even in print he needs to compromise my masculinity and be a perv.' The green eyed teen thought to himself.

He looked at the nearest clock, 5:48pm. Upon much thought, he figured he had time to hop into the shower before making dinner.

Misaki climbed up the free-air staircase to the upstairs bathroom. Once inside, he stripped himself, flexing his nearly inexistent muscles as he removed his shirt.

And as naked as possible, he walked into the surprisingly spacious shower. He turned the faucet to a median position betwixt warm and scalding-burning-fiery-molten-lava-death; he sighed in relief as the perfectly heated water brushed against his babyish skin. The gentle caresses of the water; its warmth, flicking across every inch of Misaki's miniature frame.

He looked around, searching for his bottle of kiwi scented shampoo. He found it and popped open the slender tubular container, sploojing out a dollop of the sweet gel.

He began to lather in the shampoo, but suddenly felt someone else's hands on his hair, already massaging the tropical-smelling solution into Misaki's scalp.

"AAA! Aah! U-Usagi-san!" the shorter screamed in terror.

"Yes?" The blonde responded, continuing his ministrations on the younger boy's head.

"What are you doing in here!?" Misaki spun around and glared daggers at the tall man. "I came in to see how my Misaki gets himself clean." Was what his words received.

"YOU PERV! Get out!" Misaki shouted in his usual, painfully prudent way.

"Now now, Misaki, you can't pretend that whenever I touch you that you don't turn to jelly anyway." Usagi pointed out. To prove his point, he pulled Misaki closer, and just lightly brushed his fingertips up and down the smaller man's back.

"No-I-Shut up Usagi-san!" Misaki fought against Usagi's wandering hands. "He-Hey! Stop that!" The brunette shouted, though he made no move to remove himself from Usagi's grasp.

"You're so headstrong, why can't you just admit to yourself that no matter how you protest, I'll keep doing this, and you'll keep getting scarred. Just say 'I love you, Usagi-san'." Usagi suggested.

"N-Never!" Misaki responded with a faltering, shocked voice. He began to struggle again, squirming and trying to remove Usagi's meddling arms. "U-Usagi-san!" he squeaked.

"Just shut up." Usagi said exasperatedly. With a series of complicated gestures, he had Misaki pinned up against the steamy back wall.

"Ah, Ah, Usagi-san.." Misaki trailed, Usagi's knee was currently rubbing against Misaki's most private parts.

"Keep making those noises, Misaki." Usagi commanded.

All noises, however, were cut short when Usagi leant in and crushed Misaki's lips to his own. Misaki's moans had opened his mouth, Usagi didn't plan on missing the opportunity. Tongues darted about, crashing together, wrestling for dominance as firework-like bursts of heat exploded inside this one body.

Yes, this was no longer a matter of Takahashi Misaki and Usami Akihiko. This was one body, a body of heat, lust and love.

"Aah, Usagi-san…" Misaki's groans restarted when they parted.

Then, suddenly, unwantedly, abruptly, and painfully; Usagi stopped.

"Misaki, do you want more?" Usagi asked.

"Yesssssss!" Misaki trailed.

"Then admit it. To me and yourself." Usagi commanded. His gaze fell on the trembling boy in front of him. 'Gods, that was hard, but it's for his own good.' Usagi thought to himself.

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Well, that's it for this chapter. I'll Update at 15 reviews. Not to be evil, I'm just in a competition with my friend.

"You couldn't get 15 reviews on a story without a lemon." She says, WE'LL SHOW HER, RIGHT!

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