They guys SSE-chan here again. This story came just like that when I fell on the floor when I was studying so it might be a zzzZZZzzz kinda story...PLease bare with me though...

Disclaim : I do not own Junjou Romantica nor it's characters but I wished I did sigh ."

Love Through Pain I'd Say

A young brunette male by the name Takahashi Misaki was sitting on the couch next to Suzuki-san, reading a rather interesting matured type young adult book. Usagi-san had been making it a habit for Misaki to do his 'homework'. He had been sitting there with the book open for about 5 minutes before slamming it shut "USAGI!" he screamed at the top of his lung, people in England could probably hear him! Almost immediately a pair of arms wrapped themselves around the young man's neck resting his head behind the boy's neck. The younger male blushed furiously but held his position. "You called?" Usagi purred blowing at his neck, it practically send electrical charges down Misaki's spine making him shiver. No! not now!

Misaki wiggled out of Usami's hold and faced his tutor. "What the hell id this!" Misaki growled, pointing at the passage. Usami looked at the page with wide eyes before smiling "I believe it's your homework." Usami ruffled the boy's hair. Misaki was about to fire off but was cut short when Usami pecked him on the lips. When the older man drew back Misaki was all flushed and as red as a cherry. Taking control of the situation, Usami took his book from the younger boy's grip and Suzuki-san's little brother.

"I'll be in the study." Misaki was about to about another string of complaints at the landlord but was cut short again when the door slammed behind the man. "Baka Usagi..." he said barely a whisper. He turned and laid down on Suzuki-san's leg and his eyes wandered to the clock on the wall, it was only 2.47 p.m. Misaki closed his eyes "Might as well get some sleep since there's lots of time till...dinner..." he trailed off as sleep took him and the warmth of the Sun through the French glass windows as a bonus too. The last thing he saw was the door to Usami Akihiko's study...

MANY MANY HOURS LATER...

CRASH!

"Youch!" Misaki yelled rubbing his nose and head. Apparently he had fallen off the couch "Man...that really hurts." Suddenly a large soft object fell on him. He screamed again but then noticed it was Suzuki-san. Misaki smiled through gritted teeth as he pushed the bear off him, he was about to punch its face when the clock caught his attention "Oh no! I gotta started" he exclaimed running towards Usami's study. When he was inches from the door he stopped dead in his tracks What if he's got an idea and I ruin it when I disturb him or he's storming and gets annoyed with me or worse he'll harass me and punish me. Misaki thought but swallowed his worry and knocked softly on the door, no answer so he tried again harder this time but still no answer. He got worried.

Taking a deep breath, Misaki slowly turned the handle on the door and pushed the door ajar, just enough to pop his head in. What he saw caused a wide smile to crack across his face. The writer was sitting at his desk with his head resting on a pair of folded arms. His laptop still on but only to show a screen flashing photos on it. Most were pictures from their trips and some very recent ones. Misaki walked over to the older male, Usagi-san was snoring lightly and for some reason he was chewing at the fabric of his shirt sleeve. Misaki nudged him in the shoulder. The writer opened his eyes still half asleep then closed them again, the younger male shook his head then leaned closer to Usami's eye till his breath tickled the skin.

"Usami sensei...what would you like to eat for dinner tonight? I'm not sure that your sleeve is all that can satisfy your stomach..." Usami opened one this time, took a look at the boy then to the clock on his desk "It's late...fell alseep?...Hmmm...is soba okay?" Usami asked sitting up, rubbing his eyes. Misaki patted the his head, shocking him fully awake.

"Sure...you can go take a shower while I prepare dinner." Misaki said rubbing his head gingerly, still stinging from his fall.

"Care to join me?" Usami said with a sly smile standing up

Misaki's face turned crimson and began into one of his panic attacks. Usami chuckled then patted Misaki on the head. Misaki hissed softly trying his best to hide the pain. Usami heard it loud and clear so became suspicious. He opened his mouth but sensing what was coming. Misaki smiled and dashes for the door. "I'll get dinner started then, go take a shower...you have a little drool there...Dinner won't be long." With those words he closed the door and practically ran to the kitchen. Usami stared at the door for a while then his laptop sounded. It was an alert he had set when he got new e-mails.

It was a new e-mail from Aikawa-san...Usami was sat back at his desk and hesitantly opened the e-mail. It stated :

USAMI-SENSEI,

WHERE IS MY MANUSCRIPT? I'M COMING TO GET IT TOMORROW SO IT BETTER BE READY! Oh...I've also bought the pocket knife for Misaki-kun for his school leadership building camp this Saturday... It's the one we were looking at the other day at the Swiss Army store. I was able to get a pretty good price on it not that you'd care but still...

P.S. Try and run away/ pretend to not be at home/ not finish the manuscript and I will personally shove a knife up your $ and chop off your #$%

Yours,

Eri Aikawa

His hands became sweaty, his mouth dry and his stomach was churning. It was not from Aikawa-san's threats...they were normal. His body was like that because he had totally forgotten about Misaki's trip! He shut down the laptop and headed towards the kitchen. There he stood, chopping vegetables as the noodles were boiling, he suddenly remembered Aikawa-san's e-mail and shivered but shook the thought from his mind. He couldn't stand it, not seeing his Misaki in the house, not having his presence there. He couldn't contain himself, he was about to scream when Misaki did it first.

"Usagi-san! Are you alright? I don't hear the water running!" he shouted with his free hand cupped along his mouth.

Usami snapped out of his mental trauma then smiled sadly. He smoothed his hair down and wiped the drool from his mouth before wrapping his long arms around the boy and nuzzled his neck. "Misaki..." he sang. Misaki nearly threw the knife across the room. "Giah! Get off, Usagi! The noodles!" Usami chuckled and released him. He walked over to the counter to pour some coffee for himself, as he was doing so his smile faded.

"I thought you were taking a shower.."

"No...you suggested that I should. So I decided not to."

Usami took his coffee and walked over to the couch where Misaki previously slept on and sat next to Suzuki-san. Placing his cup on the table then picked up the newspaper. He read with his back facing the boy. There was an awkward silence between them. Usami made no move to asked if anything was wrong with Misaki nor did Misaki make a move to call him. Moments passed, Usami was half-way through the paper when...Suddenly all the hair on the back if his neck stood on ends making him jump out of his seat. Misaki was standing behind the couch, his hands were in front of him in a claw-like form apart from each other enough to fit around someone's neck. Misaki burst into laughter when he saw the writer's face. He had cooled his hand then dragged his nails along the skin of the man barely touching it. Usami school his head then jumped at the boy. The boy was sadly caught straight away and was laughing even harder as Usami ran his long finger nails over skin everywhere tickling him out of his mind. Misaki was in tears and close to wetting his pants when Usami finally stopped. They both watched each other for a while when Usami stood first. he was stopped when Misaki tugged at his sleeve.

"Yes...Misaki?"

"Is something wrong wrong Usagi-san? You're acting quieter than usual..Is something bothering you?"

"Is there something you want ti tell me?" Usami said placing his hand on Misaki's head, the boy hissed again "Well?"

Misaki pulled Usami's arm down and hugged it as if it was a security blanket. Usami sat down beside the boy and let him lay his sore head on his lap. The older man gently moved his hand through Misaki's hair and discovered a swollen bump on his head. "Misaki..." he said in his low husky voice. Misaki held onto Usami's hand. "I'm sorry. It was just a small thing so I didn't want to burden..." he was cut off by a pair of soft lips. Usami had somehow managed to carry Misaki into his arms, holding him securely in his arms. Misaki shook violently trying to breath and was soon given access. Usami kissed Misaki on the forehead. The boy wrapped his arms around Usami's chest. They sat there for a while. Usami leaned closer to Misaki and whispered slowly "I think I need a recharge...don't you?" Usami had gone back to full hentai mode. Misaki squealed and ran for the kitchen but Usami pulled him back by the collar and took off his spectacles. Misaki caught Usami's lips and they both fell to the floor . Misaki on top and Usami below, supporting him. It was going to be a long night. Fortunately, dinner had been frozen already.

Well...that was the first chapter for this out of nowhere story hope you enjoyed it =]

Misaki: What the...I'm such a whimp in this one =.="

Usami: Yea...but you're my whimp [Sly smile]

Misaki: Argh! And you quit making me a major uke!

Not that I can change you. I don't own you remember...

Usami: Well...you have a point there.

Misaki: Hey! Who's side are you on?

Well at least Aikawa-san's still normal in it all, right? XD [Misaki crying in the background...what an uke..]