Love Potion
Usami Akihiko leaned against the wall just inside the door frame to his high-rise apartment, taking stock of the scene before him.
The long, pink couch was covered in all sorts of clothes: shirts spilling over the arms of the sofa and across the back cushions, neckties snaking across the seats in silken splendor. Socks peppered the floor and hung from the edge of the furniture, looking like forlorn, floppy ears. Amidst all of this fabric chaos lay Misaki, splayed across the blanket of mismatched patterns and materials, his arms and legs flung away from his body in a star-like shape. He seemed to be sleeping, wearing one of Usami's lavender button-downs, a dark gray tie wound around his curled fists like prayer beads.
Usami loosened his own tie as he took deliberate strides through this mess of what appeared to be a fashion meltdown. He smirked, realizing that all of the strewn articles of clothing belonged to him. He looked around toward the kitchen and saw a bottle sitting on top of the long counter, a bright red bow wrapped around the neck of it, the contents nearly empty from the level of liquid still inside.
He sighed, leaning over his young lover to get a closer look at Misaki while he lay in, Usami concluded, an alcohol-induced slumber.
"My sweet Misaki…did you have too much to drink?" He mused aloud, reaching down to pull a section of chestnut bangs away from the college student's closed eyes. Why was it that whenever he had any sort of liquor in his system, Misaki felt compelled to get a hold of Usami's clothes?
Deciding to investigate further, Akihiko walked carefully (trying to avoid the piles of clothing) to the counter where the source of this scenario undoubtedly sat, glass gleaming. It was a bottle of wine, upon closer inspection, and Usami noted it was an expensive brand, one he was used to getting as a present from some publishing company or award group for one of his book signings or press appearances. Sure enough, underneath the bow was a square card, the lettering of his name and a "Thank You" on the front. Normally, he would ignore these sorts of gifts when they arrived, but he was certain that Misaki had read the note when the bottle was delivered earlier that evening.
He flipped the card open with his index finger to find this message:
[ I truly appreciated your latest book, Sensei! I love your style and I hope to join you on same level as a fellow writer. Please accept this wine as a token of my admiration for you. Sincerely, Tanaka Hinako ]
He chuckled. So the wine had been from a woman. He vaguely remembered the name. Just another one of the countless fans that he met and shook hands with when he was dragged to those awful parties. So many authors wanted to meet with him and hopefully make a connection with him, but he tried to avoid those sorts of situations. He could tell from the packaging sitting on the ground below the wine that it had been delivered through a third party, his editing department, so at least he could rest easy that he didn't have a scary stalker, just an ambitious fan.
But of course, Misaki hadn't read it that way. No, despite his completely rational behavior in nearly everything he did, when it came to his jealousy and Usami, he acted on instinct, without even realizing it. Still, he couldn't help but wonder…
"Why my clothes?" Once again, he spoke out loud, titling his chin thoughtfully.
He contemplated gathering up the fallen ties and shirts, but decided waking Misaki and discovering the brunette's feelings and thoughts behind the matter was far more important.
He returned to the young man's side, kneeling down by his head, resting a large hand on his shoulder. He gave a gentle shake, calling in his most seductive, sultry voice.
"Misaki."
He squirmed slightly, eyes crinkling as he turned and softly blinked into the light. Emerald met violet as they locked eyes, Usami smiling softly, though he secretly grinned on the inside, relishing what would happen next.
"Usagi-san…" Misaki murmured, eyes roving over the older man's face. A smile slowly spread on his lips."I missed you!" he crooned, reaching up with both hands-oblivious to the fact that one still had a tie wrapped around it-to pull Usami's face closer to his. "Where have you been?"
Akihiko's eyes were wide with surprise that Misaki was still a bit drunk, but also intrigued by his decidedly forward actions. It was unnerving, but no less unwelcome.
"I've been at the publishing office, signing off on some documents." He replied, and Misaki nodded emphatically.
"Another book coming out, huh? Now people will love you more…" He said this with a sad pout on his face, eyes cast aside. Ah, the female benefactor of spirits.
The honesty was so fresh and inviting, Usami couldn't help but take the opportunity to dig deeper.
"Does it bother you that people like my books, Misaki?"
Misaki looked back at his silver-haired lover, eyes wide as he contemplated the question with a serious expression.
"No…" He began, sighing comically, "I guess not."
"Then," Usami leaned in closer and gave Misaki a quick peck on the mouth before pulling back. "What does bother you?"
At this, a switch seemed to flick on and Misaki bolted upright, as though he had just remembered something incredibly important.
"That wine!" He cried, flailing in the pile of clothes around him, finally staggering into a standing position to point at the offending bottle (though his aim was off slightly). Akihiko stood up as well and humored Misaki by pretending to look and see the present for the first time.
"Ah, another gift from a fan, no doubt."
"Exactly!" Misaki's extended finger swiveled wildly to point at Usami, his posture failing him slightly. "I hate that stupid bottle of wine!"
At this, Akihiko chuckled softly. "Just the wine?" He asked, seeing a blush appear on the young man's cheeks.
"No!" He admitted quickly, then seemed to rethink his answer. "I just…don't like it that women buy you stuff. It's like she was trying to mark you as hers by making you drink that!" Misaki's pointed digit fell to his side, and he stood there, head bowed, ears bright pink in embarrassment. "'Cause you're mine!" The admonishment was quiet, but the author heard it all the same.
Usami was next to him in two steps, his arms around the younger male in the next instant. He felt Misaki gasp at the sudden embrace, but in his tipsy state, he didn't push away or cry out but immediately returned the gesture, his thin arms wrapped around the silver-haired man's back, inhaling deeply as he leaned against Usami's chest.
"You know I would never actually drink or eat anything my fans buy me. None of those gifts matter to me at all. I only want to eat the food Misaki makes."
Misaki's voice was muffled as he asked, "Really?"
Akihiko reached up and gently ruffled Misaki's hair. "Really."
They stood that way for a few moments, Usami trying so hard to hold himself back from throwing Misaki down on the shirt-covered floor right then and showing him just how much he loved the silly man. But, he didn't feel quite right about making love to Misaki when he wasn't fully sober. He wanted Misaki to remember every detail when they had sex, engraving it into his mind forever.
"So," Usami began, swallowing down the desire that was welling up in his chest. "How come my wardrobe is spread all over the living room?"
Misaki pulled back slightly from their embrace, his cheeks still stained red. "You won't laugh at me?" He murmured shyly.
Akihiko shook his head no, anxious to discover what had transpired while he was away.
"That," Misaki paused dramatically to point at the wine again, "was delivered while I was doing the dishes. I knew it was for you, but I wanted to see what it was, so I opened it. And I read the note. And," he blew his bangs up in a huff, clearly still frustrated with the sentiments imparted on that card, "I decided I would drink it all so you wouldn't get infected with her love potion."
It took everything in Usami's power not to bust out laughing right then and there. He wasn't one to guffaw or giggle, but seeing Misaki say the words "love potion" with such a somber expression nearly undid him.
"What makes you think it was a…" he trailed off, hoping against hope that Misaki would say it again.
"I know it was a love potion! Girls always do that sort of thing." Misaki nodded knowingly, the sudden expert on female psychology. Usami almost let loose a chuckle, but held back.
"And?" he replied, trying hard to remain stoic, though a smile was slipping through the cracks. "What happened after that?"
"Well, I drank most of it, and then I thought about marking my property, you know? Like, how that woman was trying to do with the wine. And I thought I should try on all of your clothes, to put my smell into them, to make you mine…so I started trying them on. But they already smelled so good, just like you, and I felt so tired from the potion...I must have fallen asleep." Misaki blinked innocently, hardly aware that he had just given the writer an incredible confession.
Usami took all of this in with glowing pride, his chest nearly puffed out at the elated feeling blooming in his heart. If only he had recorded it!
"Usagi-san?" Misaki was grasping onto the front of his shirt now, looking up at him with a slightly hazy look in his eyes, his mouth pulled into a very cute, determined pout. "You're mine now, right?"
Usagi made a mental note to write his fan a "Thank You" card of his own as he picked up Misaki, kissed him swiftly and deeply on the lips (which elicited an uncharacteristically adorable laugh), and proceeded to carry his younger lover up the stairs and into his bedroom, where he just might break his rule about sex with a slightly inebriated Misaki.
The morning after would undoubtedly prove to be full of laundry, yelling, and some serious blushing.
Aw. :3 I was definitely inspired by the "drunken shirt scene" when Misaki ate the chocolates. Love these two! Hope you enjoyed this fluff. &Niiroke&