Happy New Year everyone! I thought I'd kick of 2015 with this story that I was working on for the later half of last year. This has a very Junjou Romantica feel to it and (of course) it's yaoi. Hope you all enjoy it and have a great New Year :D

'Wanted: An assistant/house-keeper for a 12 month working contract. Cooking and cleaning skills essential as well as a basic understanding or correct filing and literacy. Fees will be discussed upon appointment, food and lodgings included. If interested please contact R.S. Richter for more details.'

As soon as he read the name Reno reached for the box underneath his bed, aptly named 'The Happy Box' and pulled it out. Hanging off the side of his bed he routed around inside it until he found what he was looking for: a battered old copy or his favourite piece of 'wank-bank' material. Dog-eared and with the spine cracked at all the erotic bits his copy of 'Last Hot Summer In Lisbon' had seen better days. He flipped the book over and his suspicions were confirmed: R.S. Richter. He turned back to the newspaper advert and, sure enough, it was the same name.

Reno flipped the book over again, turning his attention to the small square black and white photograph at the bottom of the back cover. R.S. Richter had an incredibly cute but sexy as hell face, one Reno would love to see contorted in pleasure as he pounded into him. He had a spiky array of hair that Reno guessed to be either blond or light brown and light coloured eyes that held an invigorating charm. In short Reno was most definitely interested in both the author and the job.

He could just about cook, he could clean (if he was getting paid for it), he had a decent knowledge of literature and filing wasn't exactly rocket science. He picked his phone up from his bedside table and, before his brain had a chance to convince him that this was a really bad idea, dialled the number.

"Hello?" the voice at the other end answered after three rings. Reno was taken aback by how soft the voice was but he quickly composed himself, pushing thoughts of that voice moaning his name out of his mind.

"Um, hi is this the right number for R.S. Richter?" he asked.

"Speaking." the voice said. "Is this about the job advert?"

"Um yeah." Reno replied. There was something so incredibly forward and confident about his manner of speaking, so unlike the shy image that his photograph portrayed, that had Reno hedging the beginning of every sentence like a drivelling idiot.

"Have you had any experience as an assistant or house-keeper before?" R.S. Richter asked.

"Quite a lot." Reno lied. In truth he had been fired from his house-keeping job in a three-star hotel for having sex with one of the maids in a room he was supposed to be cleaning and had done minimal amounts of filing at his last office job preferring to spend his time playing Solitaire and flirting with the work experience boys.

"Ok well send me a copy of your CV," R.S. Richter told him. "and I'll call you back about an interview." Reno wrote down his email address as dictated and thanked him before R.S. Richter hung up.

Reno sighed; that had been much easier than he thought. Now all he had to do was a quick bit of CV padding, fudge some references and he'd finally get the chance to meet the person who produced the material he needed to 'bash the bishop' without an internet connection. He lay back against his pillows and smiled wistfully. If he could get this job then he could finally get Tifa off his back. He could get out of this house and finally stop getting the 'he's currently between jobs at the moment' at family gatherings from his mother. And that, he thought to himself, was not bad for one morning.

He was about to boot up his laptop and start work on his CV when he cast a furtive glance at the book still in his hand and smirked. He flicked to his favourite chapter, routed around in 'The Happy Box' for a minute before pulling out a bottle of lubricant and slipping his hand into his boxers. Well, he thought as he began to read, might as well now I'm here.

"You're going to go and work for a gay porn writer?" Axel asked incredulously.

"When you say it like that you make it sound seedy." Reno replied petulantly.

"It is seedy." his twin brother (elder only by forty-five minutes as Axel like to constantly remind him) shot back. "What will you be expected to do for him?"

"Filing and shit," Reno shrugged. "maybe a bit of cooking and cleaning."

"Yeah cleaning, really?" Axel asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Why not?" Reno asked affronted.

"Reno I've seen the state of your room, that's 'why not'." Axel stated. He sighed before rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger. "So if you, by some miracle, actually get this job what will happen?" he asked, his eyes still covered.

"I'll go and live with him and work for him at the same time for a year." Reno explained. From over by the fridge Axel's fiancée, Tifa, gave a harsh laugh.

"A year?" she scoffed. "I bet he fires you after the first week!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Tifa." Reno said with a tight lipped smile.

"I'm just saying, Reno," she said turning to face him. "you've never managed to stick with something for even four months, let alone a whole year."

"Yeah well this time will be different." Reno told her.

"You said that last time." she retorted. "There's only a certain number of times I can still believe you." She was right about that of course Reno just didn't want to admit it. At twenty-seven years old Reno didn't have a lot to show for himself; no job and no home of his own he had been 'temporarily' living with his brother and his fiancée for about a year and a half now.

He had graduated from university with a Frist Degree in English Literature and the potential to do incredibly well. But when the job market offered nothing more than teaching Shakespeare to unenthusiastic teenagers and the kind of depressing retail job he could have gotten if he had left school at sixteen Reno had become more and more disenchanted with the prospects of a job that he actually wanted.

Now he had the chance to do something he actually wouldn't mind doing (if for very perverse reasons). Sure it wasn't exactly where he would have thought his life would go when he was an idealistic graduate but it was something. And who knows; maybe R.S. Richter might ask him to look over manuscripts and give him some editing experience. All he needed was a chance…and a reference that didn't say he was completely incompetent.

It may have been a little late to be figuring this out as he had already sent his CV over but he always acted first and thought things though later. If nothing else he needed to get this job and do it well so that he could prove to Tifa, Axel and the rest of his family that he did have the capacity to be responsible and hold down a job.

"Well I'm really going to try this time." he announced, if a little lamely. Tifa just tutted and rolled her eyes, the 'you said that last time' going unspoken but definitely implied. Across the kitchen table Axel sighed before looking up at him.

"Ok," he said on an exhale. "say that this idea doesn't turn out to be a complete bust what do you need?"

"A reference from someone who hasn't fired me and I haven't pissed off." Reno told him. Axel groaned and put his face in one of his hands.

"Well I can't give you one," he said, his voice muffled slightly by his fingers. "I'm your brother, they'll realise the surnames are the same."

"I didn't necessarily mean you." Reno stated shooting a pointed look at Tifa. She blanched.

"No way in hell." she snapped burying her face in her coffee.

"It'll get me out of the house." Reno told her trying not to smirk – he knew he would win with that. Tifa glowered at him before sighing audibly.

"Fine!" she snapped. "Don't expect it to be glowing or anything."

"Thank you Tifa." Reno smiled sweetly. She said nothing but glared at him and stalked out of the room. "She's pretty when she's angry." he grinned. In a sick and twisted way Reno loved rubbing Tifa up the wrong way; it reminded him of a night back at university, before she got together with Axel, when the two of them had had very passionate, very angry sex for an entire weekend.

"Don't do that." Axel reprimanded.

"What?" Reno laughed.

"Piss off my fiancée for your own ends."

"Oh unclench it's not as if she really has to do anything." Reno said, annoyed. "Besides you both want me out the house and I want to get out of the house so everyone's a winner."

"Fine," Axel relented. "but you'd better not fuck this one up; if you move out that's it. I know you're my brother and family loyalty and all that but Tifa won't have you back."

"Understood." Reno replied, saluting him. Axel groaned into his coffee.

A few days later Reno stood nervously at the address R.S. Richter had given him, waiting. He had already knocked but couldn't hear any movement from inside so checked his watch. He was dead on time, which was a stretch for him. He quickly checked his reflection in the door's frosted glass, trying to smooth his unruly hair and praying that the scars around his eyes weren't too noticeable. He was lucky that he had managed to get an interview with his disastrous CV he didn't want that story cropping up and ruining his chances.

Eventually a silhouette appeared behind the glass. Reno hastily stopped fiddling with his hair and tried to look as professional as possible as the door opened. Always a winner at the poker tables Reno kept his face blank but inside his heart was racing. R.S. Richter was every bit as gorgeous as his photograph suggested and more so.

His spiked up hair a stunning shade of golden blond and his eyes a captivating sky blue. He was well built and muscular with a slight tan and stood a head shorted than Reno. Seeing him for the first time in real life and discovering just how handsome he actually was left Reno momentarily speechless.

"Reno Sinclair?" the vision before him asked. Reno realised he had to answer; he snapped himself out of his daze and cleared his throat.

"Yes, hi." he said extending his hand.

"Roxas Richter." the other said taking it and they shook hands. He had a very firm handshake and Reno couldn't help the perverse part of his brain thinking about that hand wrapped around another part of his anatomy. He immediately chastised himself for it, he was supposed to be appearing professional about this dammit! "Come on in." Roxas' voice brought him back to the real world and he smiled.

"Thank you." he said and followed him inside. As they walked Reno kept his eyes stuck to the back of Roxas' head, allowing himself only one glance down at his perfect backside. Roxas led him down the hallway and into a large living room come study. Reno gasped slightly as he looked around.

Behind a large ornate wooden desk was a huge double set of French windows that looked out over an immense garden (hang on there hadn't been anything in the advert about gardening!) A huge bookcase of the same dark polished wood took up one side of the room and, judging from the titles he managed to get a glimpse at, Reno would be quite happy going through it until he had read every single title. On the other side was a series of framed pictures of what Reno took to be Roxas, his friends and family.

Everything about the room gave small insight into Roxas and made Reno feel wonderfully at home at the same time. Roxas went over to the desk, pulled the chair out from behind it so that it was near the sofa and sat down.

"Have a seat." he smiled and signalled to the sofa. Reno perched on the edge of it but he could tell that it was one he could (and probably would) happily fall asleep on. Roxas picked up a piece of paper from the desk and turned to him. "Well, Reno, I was definitely intrigued by your CV; a First in English Literature, where was that from?"

"Hollow Bastion University." Reno replied. "Did I forget to put that on there?" Roxas nodded but the wry smile said that he wasn't too bothered. "Sorry." Reno added.

"Don't worry about it," Roxas smiled. "Hollow Bastion is a great university and a First from there is amazing."

"Thanks." Reno blushed. It had been a long time since he had been praised this highly and he wasn't altogether used to it anymore.

"Your employment history is…colourful." Roxas offered after a pause.

"I've been exploring different areas to find the best fit for me." Reno said confidently – good save, he thought. Roxas smirked slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"And what makes you think that this job will be a good fit for you?" he asked surveying him.

"I believe the experience I can glean from a published writer will help me in many other fields as well." Reno hedged.

"Good answer." Roxas smiled and Reno began to relax a little more. Once people got over the CV this is what he did best; dazzle them with wit and charm until they decided to give him the job.

"Plus I'm a huge fan of your work." Reno added for extra bonus points.

"Really?" Roxas raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have put you down for the type." He didn't say what he was thinking but the implication was there. Reno chuckled.

"I'm a bit of everything." he replied. A small smiled, that didn't go unnoticed by Reno, quirked Roxas' lips. If that smile meant what he thought it meant…Reno's ego swelled at the prospect.

"So," Roxas said bringing the interview back to the forefront. "you understand what this job entails?"

"Yes," Reno nodded. "handy work around the house and basic filing."

"Essentially." Roxas agreed. "Basically I promised I'd take on an assistant while writing my new novel so my mother and agent are happy that someone will remind me to eat every now and then."

"Understood," Reno grinned. "I was exactly the same during essay and exam time at uni."

"Also occasionally reading through chapters and help with ideas and such would also be greatly appreciated." Roxas added.

"I'm happy to help any way I can." Reno smiled.

"Cool." Roxas smiled back nodding. "Just a couple more things though; firstly you're ok with the arrangement of living here?"

"Yes."

"And no partner, girlfriend etc. is going to turn up yelling at me for taking you away for them?"

"Nope." Reno shook his head. Roxas sighed theatrically with relief.

"Good." he grinned. "I can do without that at 3am."

"I'll bet." Reno agreed.

"Finally do you smoke?" Roxas asked.

"No."

"Drink?"

"At parties and if the occasion calls for it."

"Any pets?"

"Only if you count my soon to be sister-in-law."

"Good," Roxas laughed. "and are you a big fan of Duran Duran?"

"Is it a deal breaker?"

"Yes."

"Then no." Reno grinned making a mental note to take the few songs he had of theirs off his i-pod.

"Fantastic." Roxas beamed. "So how soon can you move in?"

Even though he had been the only candidate who had applied for the job (something that, Axel said, gave an idea of the legitimacy of said job) but Reno didn't care. By the end of the week he had packed everything he owned into boxes, shoved everything into the back of his battered old Citroën C1 and moved into Roxas' spare room. The room wasn't huge but it was enough for him – he was just glad to be out of Axel and Tifa's and to have a job.

The first night he spent there Roxas ordered Chinese food and they spent the night eating, drinking beer and watching crappy comedy films on TV. They talked about themselves and it felt, to Reno, that this could be the beginning of a very good friendship and maybe something more, judging by the sideways glances Roxas seemed to be shooting him all evening. He'd just have to see about that, he thought to himself.