Hello! I wrote this story a long time ago as a silly rough draft, and I finally decided to (poorly) edit it and publish it on the site. I'm only publishing the first chapter for now, but I have other chapters outlined as well. I'm not exactly sure where exactly I want to take it, but don't worry, wherever the plot ends up going, there is definitely a reason it's rated M ;D

Junjou Romantica is the property of Nakamura Shungiku

"Ah, Usagi-san! Mmpf…"

"Shhhh…calm down, Misaki"

"No, hurts…"

"Just a little more, Misaki. Stop shaking…"

Misaki whimpered, before letting out a loud yelp.

"OW! YOU STUPID RABBIT, I told you to be gentle!"

Usagi-san smirked, inspecting the tiny sliver of wood held strong in a pair of tweezers.

"You know, Misaki, for always claiming that you are a 'full grown Japanese male', something like this shouldn't turn you into a blubbering mess."

Misaki flushed and angrily began defending himself.

"W-w-what do YOU know, Usagi-san? Splinters usually don't hurt, but when it's on your ASS it's a completely different story!"

"Besides", Misaki shouted, his face growing redder by the second, "this is all your fault! If you hadn't-"

Misaki stopped, the redness spreading all the way to his ears as he puffed up his cheeks in embarrassment.

Usagi-san smirked.

"Yes, go on?"

"S-shut up!" Misaki spat. "You remember as well as I do!"

"Misaki, I really have no idea what you're referring to."

"Ugh! You're unbelievable!" Misaki got up and, hiking his shorts and boxers back over his ass, proceeded to stomp downstairs to the kitchen.

Before he could put his foot down on the first step, however, strong arms pulled him back and wrapped securely around his waist.

"I think my memories are coming back to me now", Usagi-san purred into his ear.

Misaki's blush, which had just begun to fade, came back full force.

"I-I-I-I-I don't know what you're talking about", Misaki sputtered, trying to twist out of Usagi-san's strong hold.

"But Misaki, wasn't it just you who said, 'you remember as well as I do'? And I can guarantee you…" Usagi-san paused to kiss a trail up Misaki's neck to his earlobe, making Misaki shiver, "I remember everything perfectly".

Misaki's breathing became harder.

"U- Usagi-san-"he started, but Usagi-san kept talking low and heavy in his ear.

"I remember coming home from dinner where you managed to finish four full glasses of wine…" Usagi-san snaked his hand up Misaki's shirt, placing feather light touches on his abdomen.

"Ah! Stop it Usagi-san…"

"And I remember you falling drunkenly to the floor…"

"Stop it, I said…Ah! Nnn…" Misaki weakly protested as Usagi-san's hand ghosted over his nipple before heading back down to stroke his stomach.

"And then you pulled me to the floor, saying 'Usagi-san! I've got to have you right now!"

Misaki gasped and turned around, angrily shoving Usagi-san away from him.

"Stop lying, Usagi-san! It's you who couldn't control your libido long enough to make it to the bedroom!"

"Ah, but it's you who tempted me, unbuttoning your shirt and whipping off your pants while lying there on the floor, saying 'Usagi-san, it's too hot…"

"I-I-I did no such…AH!" Misaki slumped to the ground hiding his face in his hands as his cloudy memories came back to him. He must have been much, much drunker than he had thought.

"And then, Misaki", Usagi-san said, crouching down next to him and removing Misaki's hands from over his eyes before surprising him with a kiss, "I just had to have you".

S-s-s-see!" Misaki sputtered wiping his mouth, "It was you!"

Usagi-san scoffed. "Oh please, Misaki, you wanted it just as badly as I did. Just like right now."

Without waiting for Misaki's typical denial Usagi-san dove for his lips, capturing them in a soft, sweet kiss.

When Misaki put up no resistance, Usagi-san pulled back, surprised. Was Misaki really angry with him?

Misaki diverted his eyes, his cheeks redder than Usagi-san had ever seen them. Misaki puffed up his cheeks and looked towards the floor like he wished it would swallow him whole.

"Ah, Misaki, you're just too cute", Usagi-san whispered before softly brushing his lips across Misaki's once more. Usagi-san once again pulled away, gazing at Misaki with teasing eyes.

"Do you want this, Misaki?" he asked softly, his amethyst eyes twinkling.

"Wha- what are you asking me that for!" Misaki yelled, trying to move away from Usagi-san so he could clear his head, but Usagi-san held his arms in a hard grip.

"Misaki."

Usagi-san's gaze changed from playful to serious.

"Look at me, Misaki."

Misaki stubbornly kept his gaze on the floor, pouting.

"Misaki!"

The desperation in Usagi-san's voice startled Misaki and he looked up. Usagi-san's gaze was not his typical playful one or even his serious, lustful one. He seemed almost frightened.

"Misaki-" Usagi-san took a deep breath before starting again, "Misaki, I know you think I'm an overconfident jerk who teases you too much, but that's only because-" he paused to look at his lover. Misaki had ceased pouting and was now looking into his eyes with a worried expression, "because that's the only way I can get a reaction from you. But really Misaki, I…can only take so much. My confidence only brings me so far."

Usagi-san grabbed Misaki and held him tightly against his chest.

"The reason I always have to touch you, why it seems like I can't keep my hands off of you, is because I constantly fear that one day I'll finally push you too far, and I won't be able to catch you when you run away."

Usagi-san tightened his grip on Misaki's small frame.

"Usagi-san, it hurts…"

Usagi-san sighed and moved to let go, but suddenly he felt small hands tightly grip the fabric of his shirt.

"me… It hurts me, that my inability to express my feelings…has made you feel this way."

Misaki pressed his forehead to Usagi-san's chest, listening to his heart beating.

"I'm sorry, Usagi-san."

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